I'd better avoid some with them.

I went back to my room and waited a while, but there was no movement outside. But I had a bad premonition, so I gently opened the door and looked, and sure enough, it ...... The incense is gone again.

I rushed out of the room in two steps and came to the two walls, staring at the extinguished Buddha incense.

This is not normal......

Even if there is one of them, or there is a problem with a few sticks of incense itself, or I don't light it, it may be extinguished. But it is impossible for all eighteen incense sticks to be problematic at the same time.

And this Buddha incense is a consumable for us. It has always been invited by the third uncle, and it is made of the best spices, and we have been using this Buddha incense, and there has never been a problem.

So I still ruled out the problem that it was the incense itself. Then the reason must be external factors.

In this room, what other external factors can extinguish this incense?

Thinking of this, I was thrilled, and suddenly I felt that the temperature around me had dropped a lot.

This kind of coolness makes me feel very bottomless.

Obviously, the incense was extinguished, because something was going on here. But don't ghosts like to eat food? I lit incense, why did they blow it out?

The third uncle only told me to come in and light the eighteen incense, but he didn't say what to do if the incense is extinguished?

Maybe even the third uncle didn't expect this situation to happen.

The house has been sealed by the third uncle and the fat man with rune paper, and it is impossible for me to go out. Maybe the third uncle and the fat man are no longer outside now, and they have gone back to the mud spa to enjoy it.

At the end of the day, I'm going to have to figure it out on my own.

I took the candle I had brought in and approached it, and crouched down to examine the incense at the base of the wall to see if there was anything unusual about it.

When the candlelight came on, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the incense. The color seems to be a little darker than the normal incense.

I reached out and picked up a stick of incense, but as soon as I picked it up, it broke in the middle.

I twisted it with my hand, and I found that the incense was already damp. No wonder it will break as soon as you pick it up, and it will be extinguished after a while. I quickly took another look at the other incense, and this was the case without exception. All the incense seemed to have been watered. It's no wonder that such incense can be burned.

It was strange, I looked up at the walls and the ceiling, they were all dry, and there was no water leaking anywhere. I touched the ground with my hand again, and it was the same kind of floor tiles, and there was no water to the touch. How could this incense be so popular for no reason?

I found this, and I couldn't find a specific reason for it. So I decided to put something underneath the incense and try it.

I rummaged through the coffee table drawers in the living room, and there were quite a few miscellaneous things, and I put them on the floor.

I put away the original eighteen Buddha incense sticks, and when I took them in my hand, they were cut off one after another due to severe moisture.

I took out the eighteen sticks of Buddha incense from my bag again and stood on top of the miscellaneous things. Let each Buddha incense stick not touch the ground directly, hoping that this will stop the incense from dampness. I also hope that the moisture will come from the ground, and if it is for other reasons, my method will not help.

I rekindled the incense and retreated into my room again.

I couldn't stop praying that the dirty method I was using would work. If I don't work anymore, I'll really be exhausted.

This time I was in the house with the door closed, and after a few minutes, I suddenly smelled the familiar scent of Buddha.

I opened the door softly, and found that under the wall, a little incense was burning just right.

I breathed a sigh of relief and put my mind at ease. It seems that these damps are really coming from the ground.

Thankfully, there were no more surprises.

The next thing should be to wait for the ghost in the house, smell the Buddha incense, automatically go over to smoke it, and then be trapped by the prison paper.

Although there was a little accident, fortunately I solved it in time, and I hope it will not affect the subsequent process.

I closed the door again, lay on the bed, and listened.

The third uncle said that when the ghost reached the range of the wall, the cowbell would ring.

I'm skeptical about that, too, the bell looks like an old thing, but is it really that smart?

I lay in bed, no longer feeling sleepy. The fragrance of the Buddha is also lingering, always there.

I estimated the time, and soon more than an hour passed.

During this time, I didn't hear any unusual noises. And all of that Buddha incense must have been burned.

The third uncle didn't tell me if he would light a new one after the incense was burned. So I had no choice but to stand still.

But I couldn't contain my curiosity, so I dared to push the door open again.

Looking out through the gap, it was still dark outside, but the moonlight was shining through the living room window. In the moonlight, the living room was filled with a thick smoke. And those Buddha incense sticks have indeed burned out, because I didn't see any incense sticks.

It was at this moment that a sudden noise came from the living room.

"Hammer ......"

"桄榔桄榔......"

It was the bell that rang, and the cowbell rang. This cowbell is relatively large, and the sound it makes is much thicker than that of a normal small copper bell. Not that crisp ringtone, but a little dull.

But it does ring, does this mean that there are ghosts in the past?

I was so frightened that I hurriedly closed the door, and my heart was pounding.

If I had to choose, I would rather choose the hearing of my ears than let my vision face it all.

The cowbell kept ringing, and I hid in my room and didn't dare to go out.

The sound lasted for more than half an hour, and I seemed to hear other sounds than the cowbell.

I listened carefully, and it seemed like the sound of paper flipping. The sound is sometimes loud and sometimes small. There was no living creature in the house but me. It is self-evident what can make this sound.

I felt chills all over my body, and even though I didn't see the ghost's exact appearance, I felt so close to them.

Soon, the rattling sound gradually rose, and it almost overshadowed the sound of the cowbell.

At the same time, I faintly heard one or two high-pitched ghost chirps. I've heard the ghostly chirping before, and it's harsh, like the sound of metal scraping against each other.

The sound gave me a headache, and I had to cover my ears and recite the scriptures in my heart to suppress it.

Despite this, I couldn't settle down at all, and the feeling of panic lasted for nearly an hour or so.