Volume 1 Temporaries of the Underworld

Chapter 42: The Soul of Injustice in a Special Period

(The Admiral wishes you all a happy new year, all the best, all your wishes, and abundant wealth...... What about the number of words? ）

Early the next morning, Fan Jinyan took a small bowl of blood from the little black dog's feet of the second aunt's little black dog, put it in a special glass bottle, added some cinnabar, shook it well, and soaked it with peach wood pieces.

In the afternoon, after inviting the five uncles to gather the villagers, he nodded three points on everyone's foreheads. He also repeatedly told him not to wipe off the ghost before he caught it.

After doing this, Fan Jinyan bought a coffin for Dongzi out of his own pocket, and asked the villagers to help find a cemetery for Dongzi in the back mountain and place the coffin.

The fifth uncle looked at the grave that had been built, shook his head and sighed: "It's also a hard-working baby!" It's a pity. Alas......"

Of course, Fan Jinyan knew the meaning of Wubo's words, Dongzi was a few years older than him, and when he was fourteen years old, his parents died of illness one after another. His uncle didn't care about him, and after two years of fooling around in the town, he went to the south with a few fellow villagers to work. I just came back this year and contracted the pond in the village to start a fish farming business.

After a burst of firecrackers, the big guys all went down the mountain to go home, and the crisis was not resolved, and the villagers did not dare to stay outside for too long.

On the way down the mountain, Fan Jinyan suddenly saw that the old mansion that was more than 100 years old on the mountainside was still there, so he asked the fifth uncle: "Fifth uncle, why is that house still there!" Didn't you say that the old homesteads should be demolished? ”

"Who dares to demolish it! In the early years, when the Red Guards were in trouble, the whole family was forced to die, and since then, many people have seen ghosts inside. You forget, when you were younger, a few little cubs were beaten up for going there to play. My uncle said.

Of course, Fan Jinyan remembered that when they were children, a few of their friends always sneaked around the old house to play. I don't know how many beatings I have received from my mother, and the adults always scare them with ghosts inside. Listening to the meaning of the fifth uncle, is there really a problem in it?

"Ah...... I remember, a few days ago, Dongzi went to the old house to get bricks. He said that he wanted to build a pig shed, but I persuaded him not to go, and he also said that he would not take anything that did not cost money. I know, it must be the monster inside that ran out, and it must have been the monster who took Dongzi's life last night. Wubo walked a few steps and suddenly said loudly. After speaking, he nodded thoughtfully, and consciously analyzed it very reasonably.

Fan Jinyan also felt that what the fifth uncle said was also possible, so after saying goodbye to the fifth uncle, he went to the century-old mansion on the opposite mountainside alone. Just in case, when he got up in the morning, he always carried the tool of catching ghosts on his back, which would save him the journey back.

After taking out the gun from his backpack, he poured some black dog blood soaked in cinnabar and peach wood into the gun. There are generally no ghosts in broad daylight, and ghosts that may absorb people's yang energy may not be.

The old house has not been visited by many people for decades, and the weeds around it have long grown more than a meter high. There are traces of wheels pressed on the courtyard wall, which should have been left by Dongzi when he took bricks two days ago.

As far as the eye can see, the old mansion with carved beams and pillars is dilapidated, the doors and windows have long been gone, and many places have been blackened and collapsed, as if there was a fire. The blue brick walls are covered with creepers and greenery, and you can still see the prosperity of the family decades ago.

When I was a child, I heard the old people say that this family is also surnamed Fan, and they were famous landlords around this area during the Qing Dynasty. I don't know why I rebelled against the People's Liberation Army later, so it gradually declined. It was not until after the liberation that the Red Guards were wiped out.

Fan Jinyan settled down and took a deep breath before stepping into the courtyard gate of the old mansion. The green brick floor inside was covered with moss, and it was not slippery when stepped on, but like in a swamp, with rotting and smelling sewage, it came out of the shoes with the gravity of people.

Still more than three meters away from the door of the hall, he could feel a cold wind blowing out of it, Fan Jinyan couldn't help but shrink his neck, thinking: The sky and the sun are like this, this is going to be at night, so don't you have to freeze to death.

Since you're here, you can't just go back like this! Thinking of this, Fan Jinyan stepped into the hall of the old mansion. It was dark and damp, and the only source of light was the hole in the roof of the shed, and the creaking of rats could be heard from time to time.

When I was a child, I played in the yard every time, and my friends didn't dare to come into this house because they were afraid of the dark. Fan Jinyan revisited the old place, and couldn't help but look at this hall, the opening room was very large, fifty or sixty square meters, the beams and pillars were covered with cobwebs and thick dust, the inside was already empty, and the seats and benches had long been moved home.

On the wooden wall facing the door, there was only a black-and-white photograph with a glass shard, except for two calligraphy and paintings that had been molded. I can vaguely see two old men dressed in the late Qing Dynasty, with dull expressions, as if taking pictures for the first time.

Just as Fan Jinyan was looking at the hall, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his back. I was busy turning around, but I found that I couldn't move my legs, as if someone was holding on tightly.

Fan Jinyan regrets dying now, isn't he a sheep in the mouth of a tiger when he comes here?

As time passed, the light in the hall became weaker and weaker, and the room slowly darkened. Fan Jinyan kept beading sweat on his forehead, and the clothes on his back were almost soaked. After the room was almost completely dark, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and Fan Jinyan could feel that the sweat had begun to freeze.

"Hey...... Hey...... You're not a little bold! If you dare to come in alone. Just when Fan Jinyan was suffering, a man's voice finally came from the room, but the voice sounded cooler than the temperature in the room.

The feeling of not being able to see or touch is the most terrifying, Fan Jinyan said in a trembling voice: "You...... What the hell is ...... Who? Go out...... Come. ”

"Me? Hahaha! It's ridiculous to come to my house and ask me who I am. I know you, and your grandfather fought me back then. Now that the old guy is dead, you, the grandson, can only pay off the debt. ”

"What I have always been unable to understand is why you came out to harm people yesterday after so many years." Fan Jinyan didn't have anything to say, hoping to find the specific location of the ghost.

"Then thank you to that kid named Dongzi, who greedily demolished the wall of our yard, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get out! Hahaha! The voice was coming from all directions.

At that time, many people died because of the injustice of the Red Guards. The person in the house should have been killed in the same way, since he was sealed in this old mansion, it means that he must have hurt people back then, and it is unknown why it was not spread out.

Thinking of this, Fan Jinyan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, could it be that everyone who knew was dead? What kind of ghost are you?

"What are you thinking? Escape? Stop dreaming...... Hahaha...... "That cold voice came from all directions again.

As soon as the words fell, a man in a tunic wearing large-rimmed glasses appeared in front of Fan Jinyan, probably in his twenties, and he was very sunny.

It's just that the handsome face gives people a very strange feeling, and Fan Jinyan can't say what it feels like.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The ghost smirked.

Fan Jinyan squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than bitterness and said, "Of course I'm afraid, you should have taken revenge!" Why do you want to hurt people? ”

"Am I avenging? Not enough, far from enough, my family is dead, and my enemies are still descendants. Do you think I'm satisfied? No, I'm going to kill all the people in your village, and I won't leave a single one. The ghost was stunned for a moment, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the latter sentence was almost shouted.

(The first update of the new year, friends have come to reward a few knife coins Tutu Jilibei!) Hey! I hope that friends will collect and recommend support, and the Admiral is grateful. )

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