At the same time as the fire was extinguished, a lot of incense ash that we filled in the gutter also splashed out. Fly up and land near a shallow ditch.

Suddenly a picture appeared in my mind, as if someone had stepped into the gutter and trampled the incense ashes into the air.

We are all mortals with the naked eye, and we can't see ghosts without special treatment.

Could it be that there really is a ghost moving forward along the gutter we have dug?

Not long after the flame of the first candle was extinguished, the second candle was in the same condition.

And the incense ash in the gutter also flew up a little bit every short distance.

I immediately understood the purpose of the old stall to lay candles next to it, we could not see the ghosts, but we could see the candles. In this way, you can judge whether the bad luck has come, and where has it gone?

I quickly glanced at the empty mourning ground surrounded by white cloth, and I realized that at this moment, there was also a change.

On the white cloth on the periphery, a faint shadow appeared.

It's a bit like the kind of shadow puppetry we watched when we were kids, with lights projecting various silhouettes on top of a screen. It's just that the light in the empty mourning ground is very dim now, and the shadow that appears on the white cloth is also faint.

But although the shadow is not very real, from the outline of the body, you can tell at a glance that it is the old stall head.

The old stall was lying in the empty mourning ground, but now I don't see the old stall standing up. I just saw that faint shadow appear on the white cloth.

The shadow first looked left and right on the white cloth, as if judging the direction, and soon, he walked slowly in one direction.

It's not so much walking past as floating past. His feet were rootless, his toes were on the ground, and his heels were raised.

I immediately understood that this was the soul of the old stall.

He didn't mean that when the yin came, he himself would have a period of soul out-of-body. He just wanted to use this time to let his soul hide in the painting of the Daojun's night banquet.

Sure enough, the soul of the old stall was bent over at this time, wanting to squeeze into a certain space. However, judging by the way he was working hard, he was still on the white cloth all the time, and it was obvious that his progress was not going very well.

Now I knew exactly why he had asked us to dig this crooked gutter in the yard. If there was no gutter, they would have gone straight to the empty mourning ground when they came in. The old stall's soul didn't have time to burrow into that picture.

From the candles standing next to the gutter, it can be judged that whether it is the yin or the ghost who has come in, they must have already walked to the middle of the courtyard.

Half of the candles were extinguished, and the ash that flew from the gutter made the yard a little smoky.

In addition to what I saw, the more immediate feeling was that the temperature around me was lower.

Yin Cha is still following the gutter we have dug, and perhaps it seems to them that it is a yin road. This yin path eventually leads to the empty mourning ground.

If the old stall head can't hide his soul in that painting before they arrive, then he can only be taken away by the shadows, and then for the old stall head, there will be no way to go back to heaven and a dead end.

We all understood this, and I could clearly see the little flies on the other side, covering the runes with their hands over their mouths and noses, nervously staring at the candles next to the gutter.

The candles were still extinguishing one by one, getting closer and closer to the empty mourning ground.

And the old stall is still struggling to drill into the painting, and I think it can't be that the painting is invalid. When I was in the old house of the fertilizer factory, I felt that other ghosts, such as Fang Dong and Zhao Shu who died in the house, did not seem to have such a hard time getting their souls in and out of this painting.

It was only in hindsight that I figured out why the old stall's soul was so laborious. It's not that there's anything wrong with this painting, but because the old stall is not dead, and he forcibly lets his soul out of his body, and such a soul has a trace of fireworks in the yang world. This kind of soul is not pure, so it will not be able to penetrate into the painting.

Seeing this, my heart was even more anxious.

This side is secretly working hard for the old stall, and the other side is also praying that the coming Yin Cha can go a little slower.

But it backfired, and I found that the candle was extinguishing faster and faster, and that the crooked gutters that filled the courtyard had been mostly gone.

The three of us, and the four paper figurines, stood on either side of the doorway of the mourning hall.

The tortuous gutter also has to pass through the mourning hall and go all the way to the empty mourning ground in the mourning hall.

We saw the nearest candle, the flame rising first, and then the candle was quickly burned, and the flame was extinguished in mid-air.

At this moment, the gutter was right in front of my eyes.

Now I can clearly see that there is a footprint on the incense ash in the gutter.

It's footprints, not shoe prints.

I am very impressed by this, that Song Xiaobing was kicked by Fang Dong, who had turned into a ghost, and there is still a footprint on his belly. The footprints, like birthmarks, had been permanently left on the skin of his body.

The third uncle said that even if the ghost is wearing shoes, but left on the footprints of the yang world, there will be no marks of shoes, only footprints.

In the gutter in front of me, the footprints were clearly imprinted in the incense ash.

I felt a tingling in my scalp, doesn't that mean that there is a ghost that we can't see passing in front of us?

After entering the mourning hall, it was only a few steps away from the empty mourning ground.

I was so nervous that I looked over at the empty mourning ground again.

Almost at the same time, I noticed that the faint shadow of the old stall on the white cloth was gradually disappearing.

From light to shallow, from shallow to none.

Soon, a few candles in the mourning hall were also extinguished.

At this time, only a few candles remained lit in the empty mourning hall. The shadow of the old stall disappeared on the white cloth, which made me feel relieved.

It's just that I don't know if the soul has been hidden in the painting, or if it has to retreat into the body of the old stall leader.

I stared at the empty mourning ground with trepidation.

And at this time, I could clearly feel it

The temperature in this mourning hall is dropping dramatically.

The drop was a bit big, and at the beginning, we could still afford it. A few minutes later, the temperature was even colder than the winter when we went to Tohoku.

And this kind of cold, it's the kind of bone-chilling cold, and I know that this kind of cold is called yin cold. It seems that the cold air around you can penetrate into every part of your body along the pores of your body. And we are still standing at the door of the mourning hall, not yet completely in the mourning hall.

(End of chapter)

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