The years of reselling the haunted house

I asked: "You mean, this copper bowl is used to lock the soul. What kind of soul is locked? Whose soul is locked? How to lock the soul?"

"There were people dead in that house, and if the souls were locked, it would naturally be the souls of those people locked. According to my preliminary judgment, the copper bowl locked is the child ghost in the confinement ghost, that is, the soul of the baby ghost. When I went to the second floor, I might have violated a taboo and let the ghost baby out, so he came to you and left a small handprint on your shoulder."

After listening to the third uncle's explanation, I became even more confused, and I asked, "What's the role of that hell grass?"

It seems that during the time I was sleeping, my third uncle spent a lot of time thinking.When I asked about it, Uncle San told me his deduction.

In the third uncle's deduction, he also made the ins and outs of the matter clear.What happened in that room gradually became clear in my mind.

Chapter 10

The fact at that time was probably that Li Ximei was pregnant with a child and wanted to have an abortion at first, so she did not think less about ways and worked harder.But the fetus seemed to have taken root in her stomach, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of it. After all, it was born. At that time, the baby might have been born prematurely, it was difficult to survive, or it might have died.Although Li Ximei is pungent, but the poison of a tiger does not eat its children, she must not let go of her children.I don't know how Li Ximei knew a way to save the child's life.

The method is to bury the child who died young in a copper bowl, and plant the hell grass on it.

When I heard this, I couldn't help interjecting, "Third Uncle, your speculation is a bit bold. Do you have any basis for burying a dead fetus in a flower pot?"

The third uncle gave me a blank look: "Aren't you talking nonsense? There is no basis for me to imagine it out of thin air?"

I scratched my head and asked, "That's wrong, didn't the white-haired old man say that if the top is brought to our side, it can't survive at all?"

The third uncle said: "Using the normal breeding method will naturally not survive. So based on this, I infer that she buried the dead baby in the copper bowl, which is the only way to keep the dead baby alive. The copper bowl itself has a lock. The effect of the soul, the soul of the dead baby will be trapped in the copper bowl. After a long time, the soul will grow together with the Meditara plant..."

I asked again: "Then if we don't go to the barren building and let Namo Daluo grow, what will happen in the end? Can the child really be resurrected?"

The third uncle shook his head: "I haven't thought of this yet. This is not our Central Plains Taoism at all. It's all some sorcery. It doesn't follow our routine. From this point of view, the Waterloo I met is still sentimental." But it's not shameful, hehe, it's not shameful."

I waved my hand: "There is one more question, how did that Li Ximei know this kind of magic. If someone taught her, who was that person? There are more and more questions, and they are getting more and more chaotic."

The third uncle nodded, took out his mobile phone, and said, "That's a problem, wait a minute, I'll make a call first."

The signal in the basement was very bad, so Uncle San took the phone and walked out of the basement.

I was too lazy to go out, so I lay on the bed and went to sleep.

After waiting for a while, the third uncle ran back dancing, his face flushed with excitement, and he pulled me in the door: "Nephew, don't sleep, go with the third uncle."

I broke away from third uncle: "Where are you going?"

"Go to that haunted house."

"What the hell? Still going? Are you crazy?" I shuddered, I just ran out from there, why did I have to go back again.I still have lingering fears thinking about that ghost place.

"This time, third uncle guarantees that you are fine. I have figured out everything. I am prepared for this trip."

"You promise there's a fart? You don't promise that I'm still a little bit bottomed. If you make such a promise, why do I feel even more suspenseful?" I tried to hide back.

The third uncle desperately pulled my clothes out.

"Third Uncle, let me tell you, my clothes are the most valuable thing on my body, you have to buy them for me if they are damaged." I yelled loudly.

Unexpectedly, it really worked. The third uncle immediately let go of his hand and scolded: "Fuck, I don't have the money to buy you clothes."

I asked impatiently, "What's going on? Who did you call?"

The third uncle said excitedly: "I called Chen Dafa and asked about Li Ximei's life experience. Guess what, this bitch is really a minority, Xinjiang Uyghur."

I glared at Uncle San: "What's so exciting about ethnic minorities. There are 56 ethnic groups in our country, 56 flowers, great national unity..."

The third uncle rolled his eyes, stopped me and said, "Stop, stop, let me tell you, how did you get into this university? Do you have any knowledge of geography? The place in Xinjiang is what we call the ancient Western Regions."

I didn't think too much about it just now, but after my third uncle said this, I finally realized: "Ah, what you mean is that this Li Ximei is from Xinjiang. She may know the sorcery of the Western Regions you mentioned. Then use The copper bowl locks the soul, and the matter of cultivating Madara can be explained."

The third uncle patted his thigh: "That's the thing. Of course, it is also possible that Li Ximei does not know any magic tricks, but there are books handed down from her ancestors around her, and it is possible to sell them now. In addition, do you remember Guozai once said, A foreigner with kebabs came to her. The problem is, Guozai has never seen that person, so how did he know that he is a kebab. So it can be inferred that the person who came is also from Xinjiang, and Xinjiang people came to us A lot of them here are kebabs, so Guozai saw the characteristics of that person, so he decided it. I think that the flower seedling of Madura was brought over by that foreigner to Li Ximei. And Li Ximei later gave birth to a child. , was discovered by Mrs. Chen, she didn't understand these things, she only knew that Li Ximei corrupted the family style, so she killed Li Ximei with a shovel."

I shook my finger: "It's still the same sentence, what is the purpose of Li Ximei doing this?"

The third uncle said: "Now I think she has two intentions, one is to use evil methods to renew the life of the child, at least she wants to nourish the child's soul, and the other is to cultivate the flower seedlings of the Madura, but she didn't expect that she would die later. In Mrs. Chen's hands."

I listened to the cold sweat: "Using such a vicious method to cultivate some flower seedlings, it's a bit..."

The third uncle patted me on the shoulder: "Nephew, the world is full of wonders. I guess the flower seedlings of Madara will be of great use to them. We are laymen. If we pursue this matter, I'm afraid we will be exhausted. Let's explain it." I don't know. Now I just want to solve this haunted house and earn money. I know how to deal with that confinement ghost, will you follow me or not?"

I hesitated and asked: "Third Uncle, this is not a trivial matter. Tell me honestly, are you really capable or bragging?"

The third uncle stared: "I'm bragging, I'm your grandson."

I waved my hand: "Here we go again. Then trust you again, it's all like this, can I not go?"

"That's right, this time Uncle San will let you see and see. If it goes well, I will get rid of that little ghost tonight. The reason why the confinement ghost is so powerful is because the little ghost is there. As long as the little ghost gets rid of it, the other few in the house will get rid of it." A scattered soul is nothing to be afraid of. And the little ghost came from the ghost seedling, which is the Madura flower. So the ghost seedling is the host of the little ghost. As long as we destroy the Madura flower, the soul of the little ghost will naturally It's gone."

I also half-believe what the third uncle said is clear and right.Knowing that tonight's trip may not be as easy as third uncle said, but I can't help myself.Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and walking towards the tiger mountains, it sounds very imposing, but in my opinion, it does not have the imagined scenery, but it is a little more tragic.

The third uncle prepared a big bag of things for me to carry, went out to take a taxi, and came to the front of the deserted building again.It was dark at this time, even later than when we were last here.And there is not much moonlight tonight, so seeing the deserted building from a distance adds a lot of weird and unpredictable colors.

We got off the car far away, walked a certain distance in the direction of the deserted building and stopped.

The third uncle took out a telescope and handed it to me: "I finally know why you can see that ghost image. You lack a natal lamp on your body and lack yang energy, so you can see some things with heavy yin energy. You Take a look first, can you still see ghosts?"

I held up the binoculars and looked in the direction of the barren building for a while.

This time, neither the gate of the deserted building nor the window where the ghost appeared originally showed any abnormalities.I told my third uncle about the situation, and my third uncle nodded, opened the bag I brought, and found two sets of colorful clothes from inside.

"Come on, put on these clothes." Uncle San handed me one of the clothes.

"I'm not cold." I responded casually.

"Put it on as soon as I tell you to." The third uncle said angrily.

I had no choice but to take the clothes and unfold them, trying to put them on.As a result, by the faint moonlight, I suddenly discovered that what I was holding in my hand was actually a shroud.

I was so frightened that I threw the shroud into the third uncle's hand and cursed: "Fuck, third uncle, are you sick? I'm your own nephew, so you can't expect me to get better, don't let me get into the coffin, Just give me a shroud, how unlucky is that?"

The third uncle is also in a hurry: "Nephew, you have a lot of things to do. I don't just wear them for you, I also wear them myself."

Saying that, Third Uncle put his shroud on his body, and I panicked no matter what I saw, and my neck felt cold.

The third uncle looked at me and had to explain patiently: "Our first task when we go in this time is to destroy the ghost seedling. If we don't do something, we will be discovered by the little ghost when we go in, and we will both be so frightened." It's over."

I pointed to the shroud: "Wearing this thing, can you not be discovered by the kid?"

The third uncle nodded: "After death, the soul must wear a shroud to go to the underworld, so this shroud can temporarily cover the yang energy of our body, and at the same time, we can use a trick to deceive the ghosts in the barren building, so that we can enter the barrenness smoothly." upstairs."

I had to bite the bullet and put the shroud on my body, not to mention how awkward it was.

The two of us wore shrouds and walked towards the deserted building step by step. Outsiders looked like two lonely ghosts.

Thankfully, at this time, I didn't see anyone on the road, otherwise I would have a heart attack when I saw the two of us.

We came to the barren building again, and my third uncle motioned me to squat down.

I didn't know what the third uncle was going to do again, but I saw him take out two more bundles of offering incense from his bag.

Chapter 11 Black Cat

I asked the third uncle puzzledly: "What is this?"

The third uncle didn't speak, with a gloomy face, he struck two matches in a muffled voice, and lit the two incense sticks.

Seeing the incense burning, he handed me one and said: "After entering, we can't use the flashlight or talk, and we can't leave the incense. Let's go directly to the second floor and take the copper incense. Take out both the bowl and the Madara, and dispose of them in the yard."

"Holding the incense, and wearing the shroud are all to block the yang, right? I can understand that if you don't speak, you are afraid that the yang will leak out, but there is a problem. In case something happens when you go in, how can we communicate?" I asked. .

The third uncle said: "Look at my eyes and gestures, whether you can understand it or not depends on your comprehension ability."

"Okay..." I responded, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "No, third uncle, are you kidding me? You don't turn on the flashlight when you go in, it's pitch black, how do you want me to see your winks and gestures?"

The third uncle gave me a sideways look with disdain, shook his head a little resentfully, took out two candles from his pocket, waved them in front of my eyes, sighed slightly, and was about to open the door.

I curled my lips, if I don't understand clearly, can't I ask one more question?

The third uncle walked to the door, turned around again and said: "The incense in our hands is indeed to block the yang energy. It is also used to calculate the time, which means that we only have the time for this stick of incense. There is no chance to change the incense."

I glanced at the incense in my hand, seeing that almost a quarter of the incense had been burned, I hurriedly said: "Third Uncle, this incense has been burned so much, let's replace it with a complete incense first, in case There is a little change inside, and we can buy more time."

"No, you can't change the incense once it's burnt, or it's unlucky. So after you go in, you have to move quickly, quickly, and don't delay..."

I was even angrier when I heard that, since this is the case, you ordered the fragrant dried chicken feathers so early?And it's still blah blah blah.

I waved my hand and pointed to the door, only then did Third Uncle stop talking, nodded, took out the key, and opened the door again.

After a lapse of one day, we came to this haunted house again.Compared to last time, my heart beats faster than I know how many times.Although I was scared last time, ignorant people are fearless, so I went in without thinking too much.But this time is different, I know how many ghosts there are, and there is a very powerful baby ghost who is willing to find me, but I still have to send it to my door, this feeling can't be worse.

I kept praying in my heart, hoping that this unreliable third uncle's method would be more reliable this time.

Uncle San had already opened the door, and I stood behind Uncle San and took a quick glance inside, but luckily I didn't see the ghost at the door that day.

We walked in one after the other. I don't know if it was an illusion. I feel that the temperature in the room today is much lower than that of that day.I can't feel the wind, but I can feel the body is wrapped in the cold, and my hands and feet are a little numb.

The third uncle turned around, and by the moonlight at the door, I saw the third uncle's face, and I almost screamed out.

The third uncle's face turned pale at some point, without any blood color, and with the shroud he was wearing, he looked like a dead person lying in a coffin.

The difference is that the dead man is lying down, he is standing, the dead man has his eyes closed, while he is open.

But I understood in an instant that my current appearance is probably also due to this virtue.

The third uncle blinked at me, sniffed, and inhaled the smoke from the incense offering in his hand.Then he looked satisfied.

I don't know why, so I followed his example and inhaled the offering incense.A warm current entered the body from the nasal cavity, which quickly relieved the coldness on his body.

The third uncle nodded in satisfaction, handed me a candle to light up, and pointed to the ground.

This candle is a piece of white wax, which is much thicker than what we use every day, and the surface of the wax is much smoother. I don't know what material it is made of.I followed my third uncle's instructions and put the lit white wax on the ground.The root of white wax is very thick, and it is also very stable when standing on the ground.

In this way, every three steps, the third uncle took out a piece of white wax and handed it to me as if by magic, and I lit it and put it on the ground.

This wax goes all the way up to where the stairs are.

I followed behind and was about to go upstairs, when suddenly my feet went soft, as if I had stepped on something, it was soft.

I looked down, and the ground was the puppet I threw out that day.

That puppet was given to me by my third uncle to save my life in a critical moment. He also told me about this puppet. Its stomach is sewn with the lanugo hairs of five babies of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. It is used to pretend to be a child to deceive that confinement child. Ghost.

But the puppet that appeared at his feet was really terrifying.

The head of the puppet was severed, and the belly was cut open by something, and half of the lanugo hair inside was exposed, which was hairy.

I was shocked, no one lived in this house for a long time, when I threw it out, the doll was still intact, who destroyed this doll like this?If someone came in during the day, he obviously wouldn't be so interested in this doll.

What's even more frightening is that we walked all the way, and there seemed to be nothing on the ground. How did this puppet appear under my feet?

If it was a confinement trick, then the trick of wearing shrouds, holding incense, and trying to hide the yang energy in our bodies, has it been seen through?

The more I thought about it, the bigger my head became, and the more I thought about it, the more terrifying I felt. I stood still and dared not move, and kept shivering.

It's definitely not that I'm timid. Before I came in, I made several assumptions myself, but after I came in, this kind of invisible and intangible fear would make people extremely psychologically broken.This feeling of psychological collapse will appear from time to time for a long time after me.

I also suddenly remembered that many so-called scholars have demonstrated that after people enter the so-called haunted house, they are not killed by ghosts, but they frighten themselves to death.

After I stopped, Third Uncle noticed something unusual and turned around to look at me.

I hurriedly pointed to the puppet on the ground, and my third uncle was startled when he saw it.But he reacted quickly, shook his head at me, and pointed to the stairs.

He told me to leave it alone and continue upstairs.

I took another sip of the offering incense in my hand. We dressed up like this, taking a sip of the aroma really calmed our minds.

The third uncle took me up the stairs, and we also left two sticks of white wax on the stairs, and went up to the second floor smoothly.

During this period, except for the weird puppet that appeared under the feet, no other accidents really happened. It seems that the third uncle's method has worked.

After we went up to the second floor, the third uncle didn't hesitate at all, and went straight to the room where the Madura flower seedlings were placed.

I glanced at the incense offering in my hand, it was already half burnt.

The third uncle asked me to put a stick of white wax at the door. He took a deep breath of the fragrance, gently opened the door and walked into the room.

By the light of the candle, I saw the third uncle's figure swaying in the room.After about a minute, he walked out with a pot of flowers in his arms.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that everything went better than I expected.

But it was too early for me to be happy. Just as Uncle San was walking out of the room with the flower pot in his arms, two light spots suddenly appeared behind him.

Since Uncle San's body blocked most of the candle light, I couldn't see what the light behind him was coming from.

All I could see was the faint green light from the light spot, which flickered and flickered, which was very scary.The height of the light spot is not very high, less than a foot away from the ground.

My head was buzzing, and the light spot was more like the eyes of something. According to this height, could it be that ghost baby?

I was just about to remind Uncle San when I heard a strange cry from the room, a bit like our usual sound of tearing paper, but much louder and more sudden than that.

The strange cry that came out without warning made my already tense nerves unable to stretch anymore.