I was confused and asked what was wrong, but Ma Ming diverted the topic and asked me to continue exploring. Later, he told me that it is best not to touch the potted soil in the haunted house, because there is bad luck from the plants, this plant has no light, it has been placed here for a long time, and no one takes care of it and is still alive and well, which means that it absorbs a lot of yin energy, and this soil is also bad luck.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly rubbed the two pieces of hand sanitizer carefully between my fingers, and then wiped my hands with the handkerchief on the side. As soon as I raised my eyes, I was stunned, looked at my glasses a few times, and felt a little strange, but I didn't know where this strangeness was, so I had to secretly spit on myself and think suspiciously, turned around and carefully moved my steps to the back of the tile wall.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain. The shower switch suddenly turned on, and the water brushed and washed into the bathtub, deafening like a heavy rain. I knew that this was a supernatural event, and my heart was beating like thunder, but I still had the courage to take a few steps forward.

The water in the shower seemed to be different from usual, and I looked down to see a mess of black hair at the bottom of the tub. Xiaoya's hair is black and long, and she loves to lose her hair, I didn't think much about it at first, but after a few seconds, she suddenly came back to her senses, didn't Xiaoya dye her hair gold last week?

If you look closely, the hair is actually coming out of the hole in the shower. I don't know if you have ever watched the sausage filling before the end of the year, the pork belly is stuffed in, the machine automatically swallows it, and a pulpy-like minced meat is poured into the transparent casing from that small mouth, and the scene is as indescribable as a leak. The scene in front of me also gave me such a sense of direct vision.

I stayed for about two or three seconds, then turned around and ran. When I passed by the mirror, it may have been fear that stimulated the cerebral cortex, and the moment I was electrified, I understood what that sense of disobedience was.

I have a black mole on the left side of my nose, the size of a grain of rice, and I have been teased for my beautiful male mole, and I usually look in the mirror to look at the stinky beauty several times. As we all know, the mirror image is reversed, your left face becomes the right face in the mirror, and the right face becomes the left face, but in the mirror just now, my black mole appears on the right side of my face!

Damn! Thinking of this, I was even more frightened, the more anxious I became, the more panicked I became, and I fell a big fall in just a few steps! Ma Ming looked at me in surprise and was about to reach out to help me, but suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards the door, and the bathroom door snapped shut!

I was going crazy, who could understand the feeling of almost escaping, I got up and slapped the glass door with a nosebleed, it was supposed that the glass would have broken with my strength, but the door suddenly became like a reinforced concrete cast, extremely hard.

Fortunately, Ma Ming was still over there, comforting: "I promised to save you, you calm down first and explain what happened inside!" ”

I thumped my fist a few more times, and the door froze. I was so desperate that I pinched my palms to calm down, and said everything about my hair and the mirror in a trembling voice. Ma Ming didn't react much when he talked about his hair, and when I talked about the mirror, he suddenly interrupted me and said loudly: "You said that the things in the mirror are reversed?!" ”

I nodded while mmm ”

I don't have to look for it, I can see it in the mirror. One is my face, the other is the black shadow of Ma Mingtuan behind the frosted glass, I am taller than him, this difference is obvious, and just above the two of us, slowly and slowly, a third phantom appeared.

"Don't stare at it, watch your step."

I was numb with fright, and I looked down mechanically and saw a pair of shadowy feet against my heels, all the same shoe size as me.

"When it moves, you close your eyes and step back, touch the sink and smash the mirror!"

I almost didn't treat Ma Ming as a real Buddha, and every word of his life, including punctuation, was the Bible that saved me, and he naturally nodded like garlic. After about half a minute, the thing moved, and I closed my eyes and ran back desperately, first touching the washstand, and then trembling and touching the mirror.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist and smashed it up, the mirror cracked, and the splinters pierced my hand.

I opened my eyes and stared at my feet, and I didn't see it make a move for a long time. After a long time, I took a step forward, and I fell backwards, and at the moment of staggering, a cold feeling like falling into an ice cave hit me, I can't describe what it was, but I can say with certainty that the coldness invaded the depths of my soul beyond my comprehension.

I fell to the ground, and with a thud, the door was slammed open, and Ma Ming didn't come in, but stood outside the door and dragged me out by the collar. He's really strong.

The two of them sat on the couch for a long time, and I poured three glasses of water in a row to recover from the frightening moment. So I asked Ma Ming what to do, this ghost is like this, what else is there to deal with.

Ma Ming said: "There are old ghosts here, and they are spicier than the second pot head in 82." This thing is not willing to show up under normal circumstances, and second, it is very capable and resentful, I am afraid that if it doesn't listen to us, it will have to go crazy if it is forced out. ”

"What should I do?" Ma Ming suddenly sneered: "It doesn't come out, do you really think I can't do anything about it?" ”

He opened the jar, and an indescribable fishy smell came out, and I glanced at it, and it was a stagnant liquid, dark red in color, like pig's blood that had been left for a long time.

"It's not pig blood, it's chicken blood." Ma Ming corrected.

He pulled out a lot of things from his backpack, which made me suspect that this was Doraemon's treasure bag. A bag of aged rice, a stack of yellow charms, and some miscellaneous knick-knacks.

Ma Ming told me to go to the kitchen to turn over a larger basin full of water, and when I came out, he had already gone into the bathroom and made it up, first sprinkled the floor with old rice, and then poured chicken blood into the basin and mixed it evenly, and pasted the charm on the wall according to the trend of the seven stars and gossip.

Ma Ming may have seen that I was frightened before, and talked to me to distract me, saying that these things can limit them, and even if they really go crazy, they will not pose much danger to our safety.

When he had done this, he lit another incense stick and stood in the center, then closed the door and withdrew.

I thought there was a supernatural event, and these methods would soon work, but I didn't expect to wait for about forty minutes, and there was still no movement inside. I watched the hands climb to twelve, and after a series of frightened operations, I wanted to sleep.

At this moment, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of crying in the bathroom. At first glance, this voice sounded like wind, but when you listen closely, it is not difficult to feel the thick resentment inside. I didn't dare to sleep anymore and pinched my face to wake myself up. Ma Ming seemed to have expected the result, and was not surprised, calmly three meters away, standing in front of the door.

Gradually, figures appeared on the glass door. The cry grew louder and louder, accompanied by a terrible roar, as if a switch had been flung, and a pair of hands slapped on the door, leaving clear bloody palm prints. The rough ones are the hands of men, the slender ones are women's hands, and the young ones are the hands of little girls, and the family of three is all here.

At this time, my mouth was salty, and Ma Ming, who was next to me, actually put his finger into my mouth and stuffed something under my tongue. I was about to spit it out, but he covered my mouth. I glared angrily, and Ma Ming said, "Don't vomit, just keep it like this, you come to ask." ”

"Ask what?" I felt it, he stuffed it with a round metal object, which seemed to be a coin, and his tongue was against it, and the middle was hollowed out, and it felt like a copper coin.

"Ask what the cause of death is, why it lingers, and what your wishes are. The more information you can get, the better. ”

I asked these three questions as they were. There was no echo in the bathroom, only a loud crash, and I suspect that the security guard who borrowed the dog could hear it. The bloody palm prints were layered on top of each other, and gradually only a bloody mass remained. The strange thing is that the neighbors should have scolded the street a long time ago when making such a loud noise, but there was no sound around, and I don't know if they couldn't hear it, or didn't dare to pay attention to the movement.

The thrill in the bathroom lasted for four or five minutes, and I was holding my breath long after it had quieted down. Ma Ming said, "You can spit it out." "I just felt my tongue tingle with bitterness.

Copper money has the function of warding off evil since ancient times, on the Chinese New Year's Eve in ancient times, adults will put a string of copper money under the child's pillow, the sound of copper money hitting is like a firecracker, the year beast does not dare to come when it hears it, this is called pressing the year, because copper money as a kind of currency, exercise the function of currency circulation, higher frequency than general commodity circulation, that is to say, copper money will be passed in the hands of different people in the process of trading, popularity is strong yang, ghosts belong to yin, fear yang, so wearing copper money has the effect of avoiding evil.

It is also said that the older the copper coin, the better the effect of avoiding evil, and the effect of the newly minted copper coin will be greatly reduced. I spit it out and saw that it was really a copper coin, covered with rust as thick as a fingernail, and the effect of exorcising evil spirits must have been very good.

I spat out two mouthfuls of saliva and asked Ma Ming where he came from, but Ma Ming didn't hide it from me, and said that it was the funeral money found in the tomb. I asked him, what you found in the tomb will be used directly by me? Ma Ming said that I shouted to the ghost, and I had to take something to calm the soul, otherwise the soul would be hooked away by a passing ghost and become brain-dead.

I dare not be angry or speak.

He wrapped the copper coin in paper and went to the kitchen to flush the water. I spun around twice, staring at the bloody palm prints on the glass door, and suddenly I noticed that there was writing on it.

I took a few steps closer, stopped fearfully, and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, where Ma Ming had already rinsed the copper coin and was wiping it with a napkin. I'm going to wait for him to come out first, and I'd better be cautious before I don't know what the hell it is.

After a while, Ma Ming packed up the copper coins and walked out, without looking at me, and walked straight to the bathroom door. I saw him go forward, so I couldn't keep up.

The bloodstained writing is very blurry, and it is engraved on the opposite back, which is very difficult to read. Ma Ming said that there should be no problem inside, and asked me to open the door. I cursed in my heart, there's no problem with you letting me open the door. However, Ma Ming's hand just now really calmed me, and I thought that Ma Ming should not have any big problems by my side, so I stepped forward and pulled the door open.