The next day, Tailor Zhao was released from the Inspection Division.

Because he was locked up in the stable for several days, after Tailor Zhao came out, he was a little wilted.

I don't know if he was dizzy by horse manure, anyway, he didn't track down, Duan Chu didn't steal food in the past few days.

And the craftsmen who Duan Chu had talked about, even the craftsmen and apprentices, there were five or six people, and they also carried the corresponding tools to the steamed bun shop that day.

As soon as they entered, construction began as planned.

It is necessary to clean up the original furniture partition and replace it with a new one.

And the cellar where the murderous flesh was hidden and the skeletons were sterilized with white ash, and then filled with dirt and gravel.

The amount of work is not small, and Duan Chu requires that it must be refined by hand, so it cannot be finished in three days and five days.

Qingming Festival is coming soon.

The project of the bun shop is still half completed.

There is a small craftsman whose home is from Zhongwu County, and he is quite bold.

He has been working during the day recently, and he is reluctant to spend money to go to the guest house at night.

In the past few nights, he has been sleeping in the bun shop on the floor.

He was tired all day, so he slept until dawn every night, and there was no ghost to harass him.

Qingming has always had rain, and this year is no exception, with light rain pouring down.

Several other craftsmen went to worship their ancestors, but only this little craftsman stayed in the bun shop.

After all, if there is no one on the construction site, tools and materials, it may be stolen.

There was no one to accompany him to chat, so he bought a vegetarian cold spell and a pot of burning knives to relieve his boredom.

Carrying something, when he passed by the grocery store, the grocery store owner scared him.

"Today is Qingming, the light rain is wet on the street, during the day, everyone goes to worship their ancestors, and at night, it is the time for the hundred ghosts to walk at night, little brother, I advise you not to live in the bun shop."

Speaking of this, the grocery store owner gestured a bun shape with his hand:

"Little brother, you may not know how the last owner of the bun shop died, right? It's miserable! Angry, he will definitely come back to see it on Qingming Day, you be careful! ”

The small craftsman's family is in Zhongwu County, and he has also heard of Duan Chu's prestige.

The heart said that anyway, behind us, there is a certain old man to support him, and the yin soul does not dare to come to trouble!

So he didn't take the scare of the grocery store owner to heart.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

The little craftsman remembered that in order to make money to support his family, he didn't have time to worship his ancestors today, and his mood was even more depressed than those pedestrians on the road.

After drinking all the burning knives, he looked at the evening, and went into the bunk, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The knocking on the door is quick and slow, and there is no regularity, but it just keeps knocking.

The little craftsman's mind was not yet clear, so he rubbed his eyes and stood up, went over and opened the door.

It was pitch black outside, and there was not a single figure.

The little craftsman fell asleep again in a daze, and the knock at the door rang again.

When I opened the door and looked outside, there was still no sign of the knocker.

There was a knock at the door five times and three times, and the little craftsman couldn't sleep well, so he simply didn't sleep.

He stood directly behind the door, and when there was a knock, he immediately opened the door to see who was playing a prank.

The knock sounded again, and the little craftsman immediately opened the door.

It was still pitch black outside, and nothing was found.

At this time, the little craftsman realized that something was wrong, and he had completely sobered up, thinking about the words of the grocery store owner, he always felt that there was something gloomy behind him, and he rushed to the back of his spine.

He couldn't let him think too much, so he desperately raised his legs and immediately rushed out of the bun shop.

The window of the grocery store was not closed tightly, and when the little craftsman opened it, he climbed into it.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the grocery store was hiding in the quilt at this time, shivering, and covering his head with a quilt.

The little craftsman could still hear him in the bed, and the urn was chattering angrily:

"Don't knock on my door, don't knock on my door, don't knock on my door......"

The little craftsman lifted his bed, and before the boss could call out, the grocery store owner was frightened and fainted.

The little craftsman finally woke him up, and he pulled the little craftsman into the bed.

Two people hugging together can somewhat strengthen their courage.

"This is a little ghost knocking on the door, that is, before the evil ghost kills someone, send the little ghost over, knock on the door to wake up, and at the same time disturb the living people's restless......"

The grocery store owner said that, and outside the grocery store, there was another knock on the door.

So the two big men hugged together in the bed.

You can feel each other's pounding heartbeats.

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Ma Qingshuang Miss Ma has never played cards according to common sense.

On the night of Qingming, other families had to avoid all kinds of taboos, but she actually closed the door and played a game of inviting evil gods.

couldn't find Yahuan, so Ma Qianli matched her with one, the old woman at home.

The old woman has been in Mafu for nearly twenty years and has always been conscientious.

She obeyed every command of the Lord's house.

This time, Ma Qingshuang took out a thin black thing, sharpened the surface with a file, smoothed it, and wore it in the square hole of a copper coin.

Then tie the red silk thread to both ends of the thing.

Then the old woman did as she was told, and under Ma Qingshuang's guidance, she stood under the candlelight, holding the red thread in her hand.

Ma Qingshuang knelt in front of the old woman, his eyes staring at the copper coin, and his mouth began to chatter.

The thing was connected to the copper coin, and in the horse's refreshing thoughts, it swayed slowly in the air.

It wasn't until Ma Qingshuang finished reading that the old woman felt a little wrong.

The eldest lady was reciting as if it was some kind of incantation.

So the old woman asked Ma Qingshuang: "Miss, what is this thing in the copper coin?" ”

Ma Qingshuang's eyelids lifted:

"Oh, this thing, it's a toddler's finger bone that died at birth, and I finally bought it at the pharmacy."

The old woman looked down at the thing in the copper coin, and made sure that Ma Qingshuang was not lying.

It's really one, a toddler's finger bone.

The old woman saw it clearly, and asked with a trembling body:

"Miss, could it be that you just recited a spell and wanted to invite the evil god on Qingming Night?"

Ma Qingshuang nodded and generously acknowledged.

"To be exact, I'm asking for the evil god of evil gods, the ghost baby! Have you ever seen a ghost baby? It is said that he wears a blue belly pocket, the corners of his mouth can be cracked to the base of his ears, and his mouth is full of fangs......"

Before she could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.

The knock on the door, like the bun shop, is also irregular.

But here, in addition to the knock on the door, there was also a sound of creaking and grinding teeth.

"It must be the ghost baby! Miss, the ghost baby has been recruited by you! ”

The old woman's face was full of horror, and after she finished speaking, she threw away the copper coin finger bone in her hand and fell to the ground.

The old woman fainted, but the knocking on the door outside did not stop.

In the light drizzle, the sound of grinding teeth and the cry of a baby kept reaching the horse's refreshing ears.

That's when Miss Martha knew she was afraid.

Fortunately, she was still a fool and bold, and she was not stunned on the spot.

She crawled over, opened the window, stuck her head out with all her strength, and shouted, "Help! ”

……

At the highest point of Yingtianfu, the Purple Mountain, the mountain is steep and winding like a dragon, which is the location of the royal dragon vein.

Huang Jin waited for many days, and finally waited for an opportunity to respond to the decree of Tianfu.

After passing the holy decree, Huang Jin declined the banquet of the officials staying in the capital, and did not rush back to the capital.

At the foot of the Purple Mountain, he found two old eunuchs who had long since ceased to work in the palace.

After the three of them conspired, when night fell, they climbed the Purple Mountain.

In an inconspicuous place behind a semi-suspended boulder on the mountainside, there is a tombless tomb without a monument and a head.

Without a monument, it is nameless.

Headless, that is, there is no grave, and the mound is only a few inches higher than the flat ground.

The three men took up shovels and pickaxes and worked together to excavate.

Just in Pengzhou Mansion, when the bun shop was knocked on the door by a ghost, and the small courtyard of Mafu was shrouded in the crying of a baby, Huang Jin and the three of them also dug up a tombless and headless grave.

In the night sky with a light rain, the golden light was shining for a while.

This is the light from the gold, silver and jewels that accompany the burial in the grave.

The two old eunuchs jumped into the grave, pulled the gold, silver and jewels apart, and continued to dig.

After digging three feet, the two of them groped again, and in the end they were both disappointed, and they looked up at Huang Jin together.

"Huang Gonggong, although the burial vessels in the tomb are all there, the black coffin carved with the sun, moon and stars has disappeared, and even the sawdust of the black coffin has not been left!" One said.

"The little princess had a rough life and was robbed after her death, and the sky has no eyes!" Another said.

After the two old eunuchs finished speaking, they were extremely decadent, and they both threw down their shovels and hoes.

Seeing his companion sitting in the grave, hugging his head and crying, Huang Jin was silent.

But on his face, there were also tears flowing down his face at this time.

The difference is that the two eunuchs are sad, while Huang Jin is secretly happy.

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