Volume 1: The Beginning of the Cause of the Cause Chapter 3: Frequent illusions, stone tombstones
I jumped out of bed when I saw that it was getting dark, and to tell the truth, my eyes were so swollen that I could barely see as if they had been stung by a wasp.
I got dressed, picked up the key to the ancestral hall given to me by the old village chief, and carried a hoe that was common in the countryside......
I thought to myself, if there was something, I would chop his brain as soon as I came out, and now I think about it, how stupid I was at that time, if the dirty thing could be solved with a hoe, what else would a Taoist priest do.
The sun is gone, and it is much cooler, and along the way, it is even a little cold, and the neck is also cold, it seems to be colder than elsewhere, so cold that I shivered, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace.
The ancestral hall is not far away, but it is not close, although I can vaguely see a few lights off along the way, but rural people will work until late, so most of the lights are still on, which adds a lot of security to me.
After walking for a while, I saw the ancestral hall from a distance, which was probably the best building in our village, with green tiles on the roof, sandalwood beams, mahogany gates, three floors, and an attic on top.
Seeing that I was in front of the ancestral hall, I slowed down, after all, I don't know if that female ghost will come here to give me a wave of fishing law enforcement, then I have no place to cry.
I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, it was now more than nine o'clock in the evening, not too late, there were very few caves around the ancestral hall, I don't know why, everyone was very shy about this place.
I looked at the ancestral hall not far away, and I still hesitated, after all, now I fully believe in the theory that there are ghosts in the world, and I have some scruples about this kind of place.
Finally, after a period of waiting, people began to come back from the village, and the deserted road was full of people, so I relaxed and walked quickly towards the ancestral hall......
I thought to myself: get this over quickly and get out of this bad place, but I was wrong, things are far from being as simple as I thought.
My frozen hands were a little shivering, in fact, it wasn't how cold it was, but I was a little scared in my heart, so my hands were shaking, but I comforted myself in my heart, how could it be so coincidental, the female ghost would be inside?
I shuddered, picked up the lock, and by the light of the not-so-bright flashlight, I was ready to insert the key in and open it, but the first key didn't work, and I slapped my brain, yes, I forgot to ask the village chief which key it was.
But fortunately, there were not many keys in this bunch of keys, only fourteen keys, or else I would have to go back, and I tried one by one, the first, no, the second, not yet, the thirteenth, still not......
I said in my heart: Today buddy is enough to carry it, I can only try the last one, I rubbed my hands, as time slowly passed, the temperature began to drop, I picked up the fourteenth key, tried several times, but it was not aligned.
At this time, there was a cold wind in my back, and I was shivering, but who knows, it was crooked and inserted......
I twisted the lock, and the door opened.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a puff of dust, which choked me and coughed repeatedly, and when I looked again, the room was full of dust, and the door was covered with fine cobwebs.
I poked my head and suddenly smelled an extremely disgusting smell, just like a salted durian, don't ask me why I'm so familiar and sure, I haven't eaten salted durian, don't get me wrong.
I was completely smoked, and immediately retracted my head, and took more than a dozen steps back, I penetrated, why is it so stinky here, I thought about it, too, there are no traditional festivals recently, no worship, and no one cleans it, naturally it is a little smelly, but it is not so big.
Suddenly, I was a little suspicious, how could this smell still be familiar? Curiosity always haunts me, so I involuntarily poked my head in again, opened the door, and the stench was quickly thinning out, but it was still a foul smell.
I immediately recognized where I had smelled this smell, this smell was the smell of the old village chief, but the smell of the old village chief was very small, and there were more than ten times more than ten times more in it.
I hid to the side again, thinking that when the smell was gone, I would go in again, or I would have to smoke to death when I had searched all four floors.
After about a quarter of an hour, I was almost frozen outside, and I couldn't see a single figure on the road.
The cold wind hit me, I shivered, goosebumps all over my body rose layer by layer, almost replaced my skin with goosebumps, and my legs were a little weak.
I walked towards the ancestral hall again, but to my surprise, the smell didn't dissipate much, so I could only take out a wet towel from my body and cover my mouth and nose, and plunge into it.
When I entered the door, I shone around with a flashlight, and when I took a photo, more than a dozen posthumous images appeared in front of me, I was so frightened that I took two steps back, looked closely, only to find that it was only a few posthumous images, and breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the northeast corner of the first floor.
When I got to the front, I made a difficulty, this kind of ancestral hall is paved with small bluestone slabs, paved very tightly, very strong, the third brick in the southeast corner, who knows which one, can only be pried open, this is a hard work.
I rubbed my hands again, sighed, and was ready to start work, but somehow, I felt a little chill behind my back, and I looked back, there was nothing, but I felt as if there were dozens of people around me blowing cool air.
My palms were a little sweaty, and I pulled around my clothes twice, and I said to hurry up and finish my work and get out of this hellish place.
I rubbed my hands for a long time, but my whole body was colder, I didn't continue to ink, a hoe will split down, who knows, this bluestone slab is far harder than I imagined, a hoe down, actually shook my hands numb and painful, my body trembled.
I didn't believe in evil, and I went down with a hoe, and the result can be imagined, I was suddenly shocked to the ground, and the floor was cold to death, and at the moment I sat down, I seemed to hear a hoarse laughter.
I was shocked, and quickly looked behind me, but there was nothing behind me, only the door creaked in the cold wind.
I thought I was too tired, hadn't slept for a long time, had auditory hallucinations, or the sound of the door was heard as laughter.
I stood up, but my eyes were still fixed behind me, only a biting cold wind blew, and there was no so-called laughter, I let out a long breath and was about to turn my head to continue working, and at that moment, I really heard a strange laugh.
This time, I could hear it clearly, not only the laughter, but even the source of the laughter, which was at my feet......
"I'll go to your uncle's!" I didn't care about it, I roared loudly, I flew up, I kicked forward, and I felt like my whole foot was going to fall apart.
"Hey, hey, hey." The weird laughter sounded again, and my heart was cold, as if a basin of cold water was poured on my body, and I only felt that my whole body was soft, and my hairs stood up.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked to my feet, and the moment the flashlight fell to the ground, I was shaken, and I immediately pulled out my legs and wanted to run out......
Underfoot is a creepy thing, a posthumous portrait! That's right, it's a posthumous portrait, the pale face is in the frame, maybe you don't think there's anything to be afraid of, but this posthumous portrait is not, his eyes, nose and other seven orifices are bleeding black!
Moreover, his eyes will move! His mouth was wide open, showing an astonishing scale, and arrogant and eerie laughter came out of his mouth in strings, hideous and terrifying......
I wanted to run, but my feet froze in place, as if I had a layer of 502 super glue, and I watched this portrait come towards me, yes, just walking, using the edges and corners as my feet......
My legs were crispy, and I wanted to retreat, but my feet just didn't obey the call at all, and my heart was half cold, and suddenly, another cold wind blew, and there was a "whoosh" sound on the offering table next to me.
I picked up the flashlight and looked, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, those seemingly ordinary statues seemed to be alive at the moment, and surrounded me, the most terrible and unbelievable thing is that there are two leaders in it, one is the female ghost in white, and the other is the old village chief!
I shouted like crazy, hoping to get the villagers' idea, but under the eerie laughter of a group of statues, it was nothing!
"Stop doing useless things: struggling, you can't run today, hahahaha." The white-clothed female ghost who had appeared in her dreams countless times said coldly, and at the same time let out a hoarse and ugly laugh.
As soon as my legs weakened, I sat down on the ground with a "plop", looking at the arrogant portrait in front of me, I knew in my heart: this time it is estimated that I will die in this group of people, no, it is at the hands of ghosts......
Patches of white mist rose from the ancestral hall, and I trembled, my upper and lower teeth fighting, waiting for the summons of Lord Yama.
After about ten minutes, I didn't see the group of statues again, and the scene around me seemed to change, and it was all like a dream.
I stood up, and as the fog dissipated, I could see my surroundings clearly, but my body shuddered even more, one by one, the bulging, dense small earthen bags, pieces of nameless stone tablets, gusts of wind, and many owls hovering in the sky, all adding to the terrifying atmosphere here......
I felt my butt panic, and I stood up at once, only to find that the place where I had just sat was a small dirt bag, that is, a grave.
The wreath on the grave and the paper money on the ground are very new, as if they have just been put down, that is to say, this is a new grave, I took two steps back, but I almost tripped over the second grave, I fell, and I noticed that the stone tablet on the grave I was sitting on just now was different from the others, there were words......