"Yikes! There are living people! There are living people! ”

Even though my stomach was churning, I didn't vomit anything.

A delicate voice came from under the flower pond, startling me to take a few steps back.

When I stood still, I found that there was a round viewing stone standing in the center of the flower pond, and the immature voice seemed to come from it.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at it carefully, for fear that another ghost or something would come out of it, and looked back at my grandfather, who had a rare smile on his face.

"Why is this stone here?"

"Because I'm a gatekeeper." There was the sound of an urn from inside the stone.

"Shouldn't the Gatekeeper be at the door?" I subconsciously answered.

The stone hummed twice, and a white figure rolled out of it.

It was a white and chubby little doll, wearing a small red belly pocket, with a round head, arms and legs exposed, all like lotus roots, section by section, looking very cute.

"Who told you that the doorman should be at the door, don't you see I'm facing the door?" The little doll pinched her waist with both hands and made a fierce appearance, but her skin was white and tender, and there was a small yellow flower on her head, how to look at it and make people laugh.

I was so sick that I was just disgusted, and my mood improved at this moment.

"This is a ginseng doll, our Gu family's door protector has been passed down for several generations, and it is relatively old, you don't have to worry about it."

Grandpa stepped forward, patted the doll's head gently, and was about to hug it.

The pink doll stared, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and lightly avoided his hand, but rushed to my side.

Reaching out on tiptoe and touching my stomach, I suddenly blushed, and swished back to the stone, not moving no matter how I screamed.

Grandpa didn't make a fuss, he picked up the kettle next to him with a smile and poured it, with the splash of water, the light music flowed out from it, and the gloom in the yard seemed to be diluted a lot.

Even the soul of the rich merchant who was cruel to the Lord just now honestly lay in his coffin.

The coffins were good and bad, and the worst ones were just a patchwork of wooden planks that seemed to fall apart at any moment.

But the good ones are made of jade and gold.

"It's not pure, it's just a layer of plating." Putting down the kettle, Grandpa led me around the coffins and into the backyard.

There is only one stone table in the huge courtyard, and there are no less than hundreds of various needles, and just looking at it makes people can't help but feel numb.

When I think about the clothes on those corpses at the door, I feel bad.

But my grandfather seemed to have the intention to let me see this, and even pulled me to stand there and talk about it.

"An Zhi, look at this and the golden one, this one is specially punched for people."

"You don't understand, you also know that when people die, there are all kinds of shapes, and some even have broken bodies, but this person, when he comes, he is complete, and when he dies, we have to find a way to make them look better."

"Look at this again, do you know what this is? This is the bone line. ”

"What for?"

"I didn't tell you just now, those pieces of meat, if you want to stick to the bones, you have to string them with threads, don't underestimate these threads, that's all good things."

"Also, do you know why the lantern at the door never goes out? Those are all very pure corpse oil water......"

The more Grandpa spoke, the more excited I became, but the more I listened, the more dumbfounded I became.

It doesn't feel right anywhere, and I always feel like there's something around me.

Those voices gradually turned into hypnotic notes, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

In the dream, it seems that someone is sighing incessantly.

When I woke up again, I was already in bed at home.

There was a tall figure sitting in front of the desk, holding a book in his hand, and the thin sea of drifts blocked half of his face. But it is difficult to hide the straight nose bridge.

"You ......"

Could it be Qin Luo? But how could he be in my house?

Is he hallucinating again? Obviously I was listening to a ghost story from my grandfather, why did I get to bed in a blink of an eye?

Stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh, and when he raised his eyes again, he met those eyes full of tenderness.

He.

The stranger I know best.