Chapter 14: The Ghost of the Cloud Bed

Antique, the atmosphere is very strong, the decoration is elegant, but the atmosphere is not very good.

Several people gathered two meters away from the cloud bed, listening to Su Ren explain: "The cloud bed has a master, which will guide insomnia, dreams, ghosts, sweating in the middle of the night, lack of yang energy, oh, that is, there is no spirit, easy to get tired, and the body is weak, rest assured, in general, there will not be much danger." ”

Boss Ma's face changed, he should be thinking about whether he has such a problem, Zhang Yi looked at Su Ren's gaze very strangely, as if he saw a half-immortal who was setting up a stall on the side of the road, watching palmistry, looking at his complexion, and chattering about fortune-telling, he couldn't figure out when a good buddy who grew up with Xiaoguang/fart/share/grew up together had this ability.

In the antique business, who has not been exposed to the knowledge of metaphysics?

In ancient times, whether it was an ancient tomb, or a building and daily necessities in life, there were all kinds of meanings mixed in, because the ancients revered and believed in these things, if there was a bad meaning, dirty, cursed, symbolizing bad luck and other things, even if the value was high, they would be discarded and not far away.

Boss Ma also knows something, because he himself has a feng shui master who is responsible for construction and furniture placement, but where he is rich, there will always be such and such exquisiteness, rubbing his hands, turning around in place a few times, and saying in an eager tone: "Master Su, please take a look!" Hu Bed······ No, whether there is a problem with the cloud bed is so that I can have a number in my heart. ”

Nodding, Su Ren is not taboo about this, he is a carving artist, if it is ugly, he is a carpenter, as long as the price is right, even if someone else asks him to build a coffin, there is no problem, not to mention that there is still a lot of inexplicable knowledge in his head.

Gently tapping the cloud bed, the sound is very brittle, according to the style pattern, appearance traces, Su Ren judged, the manufacturing time is about fifty years up, seventy years down.

Squatting on the floor and touching the back of the bed board, the word "Shou" is square and old-fashioned, and the four corners of the font have auspicious cloud runes, Su Rengang wanted to lie down and look at the rune style.

"Don't touch it, just lie down normally, do you really want to tear down the place where I sleep."

Unreal, with a trill, as if a feeble moan/moan goes straight into the ears.

The eyes instantly shrank to the size of a pinpoint, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his neck was cold, Su Ren staggered back three steps, almost fell, and looked up.

No! Nothing!

But the voice just now ······ Could it be ······ Does Cloud Bed Really Have a Lord?

Only hear their voices, don't see their people, can't see each other?

No way! When pigs fly!

Su Ren can even see Heshen, how can he not see other ghosts?

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, Su Ren's throat was dry, his throat was tight, his eyes were on the cloud bed, and he asked Heshen, "Did you hear someone talking on the cloud bed just now?" ”

He Shen circled around the cloud bed, bowed and said, "Back to the master, the slave didn't hear anything." ”

Nodding his head, he took a deep breath in his heart, Su Ren stepped forward carefully, his arm trembled, gently stroked the cloud bed, and asked a little nervously, "You······ Is it still there? ”

The hall was silent, no answer, no sound.

Zhang Yi didn't know why, Gaba Gaba's mouth, his eyes were a little stupid.

Boss Ma's expression changed, he asked the cloud bed, and talked to the empty side, fake! Very fake! Su Ren's series of words and actions reminded Boss Ma of the ghost woman in the countryside and the ignorant people dancing to the gods.

Don't underestimate the suspicious heart of a rich man, one after another, it is not uncommon for people to defraud the rich of their money in different ways, some of them are naïve, some are precise, and Boss Ma himself has forgotten how many such people he has sent.

The rich man is rich, but he is not stupid, and he can't bear to be fooled like an idiot, Boss Ma was just about to open his mouth to drive people away, but Su Ren had a new move, only to see him bite through the second finger of the middle index, Yin Hong's blood overflowed, and he wrote a fist-sized seal "soldier" on the cloud bed with a cold expression, and said softly in his mouth: "People have yang houses and ghosts to live in, and the things of sustenance are close in front of them, and they dare to frighten and fool me, and they don't give me to show up quickly." ”

Annoyed and angry, just a little ghost, he almost scared himself out of his mind, Su Ren felt anxious in his heart, as if his dignity had been violated and his identity had been trampled on.

"Smack!"

The word "soldier" in the seal body flashed a faint red light, the cloud bed jumped up and down without anyone touching it, no one moved it, a green smoke slowly rose, and began to condense in the sky above the cloud bed, blessing from the heart, Su Ren flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood merged into the green smoke.

"Poof!"

Beads of blood crumbled into a mist and shrouded the cloud bed.

"Mom! Ghosts, there are ghosts, masters! He Shen screamed, jumped and "staggered" to hide behind Su Ren, probing his brain like a thief.

"Ah······h

"This ······ It's ······"

Not only did He Shen see it, but so did the two big living people in the back, Boss Ma retreated in horror, his face turned white, and Zhang Yi lit up his muscles and posed in a protective posture.

Green smoke condenses, condenses, and then condenses.

In a moment, a vague figure appeared on the cloud bed.

Wearing the old-fashioned work clothes of the workers of state-owned enterprises in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. I can't see the specific face clearly, I can't tell my demeanor, as if I am separated by a layer of mist, and the whole is a little distorted like a reflection in the lake.

Su ······ Master Su······· He's ······" Boss Ma's face was pale, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, and he was extremely scared.

Zhang Yi was better, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat that kept gathering on his forehead, his clenched fists tightened and tightened, and his eyes looked at the ghost of the cloud bed with a little curiosity.

Su Ren replied softly, "The master of the cloud bed." ”

"What an unreasonable Taoist, I didn't hurt anyone, I didn't cause trouble, I honestly pinned my trust in the cloud bed, but you actually used your blood to shock me out."

The sound fluttered, as if it came from afar.

Su Ren stood with his hands in his hands, and said in a condensed voice: "People have a way, ghosts have a ghost way, if you don't go into the earth for peace, why do you stay in the Yang world?" ”

"Stay in the Yang World? Let me think about it, think about it, it's been a long time, it should be more than 50 years. The ghost of the cloud bed made a gesture of scratching his head, and then suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, when I died, the country/family issued a document asking for cremation, not to be buried, and the children were unwilling to comply, so the government/government snatched my body and burned it, and the ashes were thrown in the ditch casually, and finally there was no place to stay, of course, I had to place it on the cloud bed, but fortunately, the children did not burn it." ”

"Hehe, in fact, it's good to live here, there is food and drink, that silly boy worships the God of Wealth every day, melons and peaches and fruits are changed hard, just cheap for my old man, the environment is good, the rich family, nothing to look at books and ancient books, study and study antiques, as for him lying on the cloud bed, I don't build yì, anyway, I can't sleep a few times a year."

The ghost said a word, Boss Ma's face turned dark, stealing tribute and reading ancient books, worry-free, worry-free, this is like a vacation-like enjoyment.