The hand shadow was large, and the two hand shadows stood side by side, stretched forward, and their fingers were wide open. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There seemed to be a wind blowing in the room, and I felt a chill down my spine. But the moment the yin wind blew, the lantern above his head did not shake, and the hand shadow reflected by the lantern under his feet was shaking slightly!

My hairs stood on end, I patted the uncle in the suit, and he asked me: What are you doing?

I found that I was speechless in horror, so I raised my trembling arms and pointed to the huge hand figure on the ground.

When the uncle in the suit saw it, he was also shocked, and he didn't dare to move when he stood there.

There was a faint whining of the wind in the room, and I looked around at the windows, which were closed tightly. It could never be the wind blowing in from the outside.

"Uncle, why is this lantern not moving, but the hand shadow is moving?" My voice trembled as I spoke. I tried to keep my emotions in check, so that the uncle in the suit would not mess up as well.

The legend of the finger lantern was told to me, and I think he must know why.

We stared at the hand shadow on the ground for a moment, and the uncle in the suit whispered: No, this hand shadow is not shaking, it is trembling...

Shiver?

If you are shivering, your hands may be too cold or sore. Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that in the legend of the finger lantern, the maid who was tortured, her hands and ten fingers were broken by the stick, what kind of pain should this be?

"Bye-bye, there's no harm in praying." After the uncle in the suit finished speaking, he looked towards the huge hand figure on the ground. Bowed.

I also folded my hands and bent my head down. bowed, and whispered: Sister, we have no grievances and no enemies, I hope you don't harm me, bless me to find out the truth safely, and I will help you bury the bones and make incense offerings if I have the opportunity.

After saying that, Uncle Suit and I went straight to the second floor, this time without encountering the infinite loop of stairs, and when we reached the second floor, Uncle Suit led me straight to the urn.

The last photo hanging on the wall, the old man was expressionless, and the uncle in the suit glanced at the last photo. took out a small bottle from his pocket and sneered: Old guy, don't eat and drink when you toast, last time I toasted you tea, it's polite enough, right? Do you still twindle the news?

I don't know what Uncle Suit means, but he slowly unscrewed the small bottle, and I only smelled a pungent smell, like old vinegar.

The uncle in the suit pinched the bottle and slowly poured the liquid on the photo frame, the liquid was transparent in the bottle, but it was black when poured out, and slowly, the liquid flowed down the photo, corroding the whole photo.

If you look at it again, the old lady who originally looked peaceful in the posthumous photo has black skin and flesh on her face at the moment, her hair is falling out, and her eyes are bald, like a zombie!

I whispered, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"This is soul-destroying water, which is made with cat urine, sheep placenta, mouse feces, and all kinds of filth, specifically to suppress those ghosts who are not high-minded, I gave tea to this old lady last night, it is polite enough, who knows, and dare to ventilate!"

I wore sunglasses last night and saw this scene, but after Uncle Ghost knocked out the uncle in the suit and us, I don't know where to lose the sunglasses.

I said: There shouldn't be any clues on the second floor, let's go to the third floor?

The uncle in the suit said: I suppressed the ghost of the old lady, we are running out of time, act as soon as possible, leave as soon as possible, I will find the room on the second floor, and you will find the room on the third floor.

I said yes!

Splitting up is actually taboo, but when there is not enough time, it can only be like this.

I rushed to the top of the stairs alone and ran towards the third floor, and when I got to the third floor, I looked at the floor and saw that it was even more dilapidated, and there were cobwebs everywhere.

The remnants of the ridges on the ground are all old bricks, as well as rotten wooden boards, and the entire third floor is filled with a smell of decay.

I kept in mind what the masked man had told me, and immediately walked down the hallway, towards the east.

The corridor is wooden, and for more than 100 years, it still feels unusually strong, and it can be seen that the wood is really good, but when you walk on it, you can hear the crunching sound from it.

I made sure I walked to the east end, and when I looked, there were three rooms!

I'll go, which one should this be?

The doors of the three houses are exactly the same, and the carved shapes on the doors are unique to European architecture, but the doors are covered with cobwebs.

I thought to myself, come one by one.

Pushing open the door on the far left, I was shocked to find a coffin stacked in this room!

The lid of the coffin was halfway open, and I held up my flashlight and looked into the coffin, and it was dark and there was nothing.

I couldn't help but lower my body and look deeper into the coffin to see what was inside.

Suddenly, someone slapped me in the back, and I jumped up violently.

The moment my hairs stood on end, I pulled out my dagger and stabbed it behind me!

"What are you doing!" The uncle in the suit dodged sideways and grabbed my dagger, a little angry.

"Whew!"

I let out a sigh of relief, and I said, "I was looking into the coffin just now, and you suddenly slapped me, which made me nervous too much."

The uncle in the suit hummed and said, "There is nothing on the second floor, so I came up." Did you find anything?

I said no, I just came in.

He said, "I'll go and look at the houses on the west side, and be careful." By the way, I found that there seems to be a basement in this old mansion, and the entrance is behind the mural, so before leaving, let's go to the basement and see what is inside.

As soon as I heard this, I said: And a basement? Okay, let's go out and have a look when we leave, let's hurry up.

Then the uncle in the suit walked out.

I continued to look into the coffin, and found that there was nothing but some black ash inside, and I said to myself: What are you doing with so much black ash in the coffin?

I grabbed it and looked at it, and there were some that were not rotten, and when I looked at it, it seemed that there was some kind of gold yuan coupon written.

I remembered that during the Anti-Japanese War, there was a paper money issued by a party, and the inflation was too serious at that time, and maybe the old lady of the man with gold wire glasses also accumulated a lot, but later found that it was completely useless, and he was pitted, so he threw it into the coffin and left it alone.

I didn't care, and walked towards the second house, the door was badly rotten, and a slight push instantly raised a cloud of dust.

When the door was opened, there was a table in the middle of the room, and on top of it was a transparent glass case.

Inside the glass case, from left to back, there are four Peking Opera masks!

Right! That's it.

I looked back from the left, and the first mask was a white smiling face, with three wisps of green smoke depicted above the head and two moons depicted on either side of the cheeks.

The second, it is a mask with a black face, fierce and vicious, looking majestic.

The third one is a cyan mask, and his expression is very sad.

The fourth is a golden mask, and when you look closely, this mask looks like a woman's face, smiling slightly.

To be honest, the painting style of these four masks is definitely the face mask in the opera, but I can't remember who these four masks are, maybe there are no four people at all.

The masked man said that he asked me to take away the mask that was exactly the same as his face.

I found the opening position of the glass case, gently opened the glass window, and was about to reach out to remove the white mask, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the third cyan mask, as if there was a piece of paper, revealing a corner.

I lifted the cyan mask and found an old black-and-white photograph pressed underneath it.

In the photo, there is a dead man, the reason why he is said to be a dead man, because he is lying in a stinky ditch, his body is soaked and swollen, this person, wearing a suit, white shirt, rotten stinky gutter, there is household garbage everywhere. Wood has died.

I looked at this photo and said that it felt a little familiar, so I pinched it up and took a closer look, and I was suddenly surprised!

In the photo, the person who died in the stinky ditch was the uncle in the suit!

I was shocked into a cold sweat, and when I thought of this, I immediately opened the first mask and found that under the first mask, there was also an old black and white photo.

As soon as I glanced at it, my pupils dilated instantly, and my head shook, and I almost fainted.