The third uncle yawned, took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, and said, "Let's go." After tossing all night, let's go out for some morning tea, the third uncle has a treat, let's talk while eating. ”

Saying that, the third uncle returned to normalcy and walked out with a swagger.

I had to follow behind, muttering, "Breakfast is breakfast, what's the drag, and morning tea." ”

We were used to ridiculing each other, and the third uncle ignored me and led me out of the basement.

At this time, it was already dark, and when I left the basement, a breath of fresh air penetrated into my lungs, and I took a few deep breaths, which was very comfortable. My stomach also screamed a few times, and I was a little inexplicably excited, I had long heard of Cantonese morning tea, barbecued pork buns, shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean pork porridge, and phoenix claws roast goose or something, now I can finally feast on it.

The third uncle took me to a newly opened food stall and greeted me with open hands: "Guozai, I'll take your lungs, we're here to eat......

The third uncle spoke half-hung Cantonese, mixed with his original accent, which sounded very ridiculous.

Although there are many foreign populations in Shenzhen, most of them are concentrated in the city, which is located in the suburbs, and there are quite a lot of locals who want to come. The third uncle is mixed here, and he can more or less speak some local slang.

The food stall guarded two bungalows, with two sheds in front and tables and chairs below, and there were already two groups of diners.

After the third uncle said hello, a man wearing an apron came out of it and beckoned to the third uncle: "Yo, isn't this who is inside, isn't it Uncle Li?" I'm thinking about you, but you haven't been here for a while, and Gaha has gone during this time? ”

I listened to the black line on my face, this Guozai speaks an authentic Northeast dialect, what kind of Cantonese is this?

The third uncle laughed twice, changed back to a normal accent, and responded: "I have had something to do in the past two days, and my eldest nephew has come to join me." Is the boss doing business? I said you've been coming to Guangdong for many years, why do you still have a taste of Northeast ballast? ”

Guozai waved his hand: "The small business is so-so, this local accent is difficult to change, I'm afraid I won't be able to change it until I die." This is your nephew, so handsome, and I had a fight with when I was young. Sit down, are you still the same? ”

The third uncle nodded: "Yes, give me double portions this time." ”

The third uncle pulled me to sit down and introduced that this Guozai person is very good, has a cheerful personality, and gets along well with the people around him.

As he spoke, something was brought to him. I'm a little dumbfounded when I look at it, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pickled side dishes, etc., what kind of special is this Cantonese morning tea?

I pointed to those who ate with a bitter face: "I said third uncle, this is the morning tea you invited me to eat?" ”

Now that I think about it, there is a fashionable saying to describe my psychology at that time, that is: I took off my pants, so you brought me this?

The third uncle laughed twice: "Isn't the third uncle short of money these days?" When this trip makes money, the third uncle will take you to a high-end restaurant for morning tea. Now, let's pad my stomach first......"

This is very in line with the style of the third uncle, I laughed it off.

Sitting down to eat breakfast, the hot tofu brain, fried crispy fritters, but it was very comfortable to eat, the stomach was warm, and the fatigue and tension of the night were swept away.

After eating his stomach, Guozai brought two large bowls of tea, and we drank it slowly, and the third uncle told me about the process of going to the second floor.

For the sake of convenience, I will tell the story of the time from the perspective of the third uncle.

The third uncle said: I went up the stairs to the second floor smoothly, and nothing happened. But I clearly felt that the temperature on the second floor was much cooler than on the first floor. Although the windows were closed, the wind that blew from somewhere made me shiver and shiver several times in a row. I shone it with a flashlight and found that there were three rooms on the second floor, in addition to a small living room.

Because I wanted to trace the source of the rope that hung the Bodhisattva, I first walked towards the room in that direction.

Because there was no ventilation in the corridor for a long time, and no one lived in it for a long time, naturally no one cleaned it. The ground was full of dust, and I walked over and stirred up all the dust, and the flashlight flickered, and it was even more smoky, and I couldn't see the scene and objects in front of me clearly for a while. I couldn't help but cough twice. (Hearing this, I remembered that I did hear two coughs from the third uncle at that time)

As I walked in the direction of the stairs, I noticed that the doors of the two rooms on the left side of the hallway were open and dark inside. I shook it with a flashlight, and there were wooden beds with no quilts on them, only bare planks. There were thick curtains hanging from the windows, and no light could penetrate at all. I didn't go inside, because there wasn't anything strange at first glance.

I went to the third room, which was across from the other two rooms. At this time, I realized that the downstairs of this room was the room where the Bodhisattva was hanging. And this room should be the room where you said you saw the shadows when we were outside.

So I stood in the doorway and shone my flashlight in and looked more closely.

But strangely, the room was empty and unfurnished. Since I didn't find anything, I was ready to turn around and leave. But then the flashlight flickered on the curtain, and it seemed that something was placed on the windowsill behind the curtain.

The thing behind the curtain was illuminated by the flashlight, and the outline was printed on the curtain, round and hairy.

So I walked into the room, reached out and lifted the curtains, and the flashlight shone at the same time.

The third uncle's speed of speech was not fast, but the description was vivid, like a commentary, and he was slammed when he said this. Before I knew it, I was in a trance, and the tense plot made me clench my fists and swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The third uncle picked up the bowl, took a big sip of tea, and continued to tell: What was placed on the windowsill turned out to be a pot of flowers. The round thing I shine on is the flower pot.

I wondered why I was left alone with this pot of flowers when everything in this room was empty.

I couldn't help but be curious, so I shone my flashlight directly and took a closer look. The flower grows very well, lush, and the leaves are not very large, about seven or eight pieces. I'm not very familiar with flowers, so I don't know what they are. But it didn't take long for me to see that something wasn't quite right.

First of all, I didn't pay much attention to the flower pot at first, but later I realized that the kind of flowering utensils were not flower pots, but bowls.

This bowl is larger than the kind of large bowl we usually see, and it is very deep, and the bowl seems to be made of iron, and there are many carved patterns on the outside of the iron bowl. What's even more terrifying is that this iron bowl should be very hard, but it has cracked a few holes downward from the direction of the bowl. It's like something in the bowl is expanding and cracking the iron bowl.

If you look closely, you can see that the flowers and plants that grow from the bowl, starting from the roots, all the way to the rhizomes, and then to the leaves, there are clearly visible things like blood vessels. The red liquid flowed down the veins from under the iron bowl to each leaf. Even the top two leaves have dark red liquid hanging from the tips of the leaves, like dewdrops.

The red liquid, which looked like dewdrops, hung on the tip of the leaf, and after a while it dripped onto the windowsill. I also noticed that the red liquid had gathered into a small stream on the windowsill, flowed down the windowsill to the ground, and seeped down the corner of the wall. I think the blood on the rope that hangs the Bodhisattva from this is where it flows.

At this time, something even more terrible happened, just as I observed it, the blood vessels in the flower and plant suddenly thickened, and the speed of blood flow inside doubled, as if sensing my presence. And on each blade, a strange human face appeared.

It was a small face, the skin of which was wrinkled, and the eyes on that face, like dead fish, stared at me.

I had a bad feeling that it was going to be a big surprise. So I shouted, Li Yang ran quickly.

At the same time, I turned around and tried to rush out of the house and run downstairs.

Who knew that as soon as I turned around, the door was blown by a gust of wind and slammed shut. I hit the door in one fell swoop and almost didn't catch my breath. I tried to open the door, but it was shut, and I could not open it with all my might.

And I felt sticky under my feet, and when I looked down, I saw that the blood from the flowers and plants had covered the entire floor, and the blood was spreading down my trouser legs and towards me.

There was also an inexplicable gust of wind blowing in the house, blowing up the curtains and making a hunting sound.

I was afraid that you would come to me, so I shouted again. He broke the kettle, bit the blood on the tip of his tongue, and sprayed two mouthfuls into the house.

After the blood mist, it should have some effect. My mind cleared up a lot, and I kicked open the window and jumped down the second floor.

Luckily, there was a lot of junk down there, and I wasn't hurt.

The third uncle finished speaking in one breath, drank two more sips of tea, and wiped the cold sweat on his face.

I also had palpitations when I heard this, calmed down my nervousness, and said, "You haven't thought that jumping from the second floor is also dangerous." ”

The third uncle shook his head: "I didn't think about it that much at that time, I only had one thought, which was to run out of that room quickly." That thing is too evil, I didn't expect that I, Li Dongbin, would encounter such a big problem for the first time when I went out of the mountain, is it a test for me Li Dongbin? ”

I smiled bitterly and said, "Then why don't we give up this house?" ”

The third uncle waved his hand: "No." Give up, where are we going to get the 300,000? But this time we'll have to be ready, and I'll have to figure out what the flowers in that bowl are. I'll draw it for you, can you see if you know it? ”

Saying that, the third uncle asked Guozai for a pen and paper, lay on the table, and drew on the paper while reminiscing.

Soon, he drew a picture on paper. I saw that although the third uncle's painting skills were really not complimentary, he could be regarded as outlining the general outline of the iron bowl and flowers and plants. It's similar to what he described, I wasn't interested in flowers and plants, and I didn't recognize them when I saw them.

I shook my head, and the third uncle also had a sad face, looking at the paper in a daze.