Volume 1 Eight Coffins Corpse Field_Chapter 74 The Past of the Republic of China
My scalp is tingling, which is not a good sign. And the third uncle's breath is too weak, he won't just die, right?
I was thinking wildly, when suddenly the third uncle's eyes suddenly opened. The candles at the head and foot of the bed suddenly grew longer.
This scared me so much that I couldn't help but take two steps back.
But when he saw that the third uncle opened his eyes, he quickly closed them again. I found that the drop of blood in the center of his brow was getting redder and redder. Bright red, bright red, a little red and a little crazy. The candle flame also weakened again.
At this moment, I suddenly felt movement behind me.
I jerked my head back and found that the vanity mirror had been covered with a layer of hoarfrost at some point, and it was emitting a faint white gas.
"Ula Ula, Gurgling......"
I was staring at the vanity mirror, and Fei Yao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened her mouth and said a bunch of inexplicable words. Her mouth was slurred and her words were full of emotion, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.
I felt my scalp explode, and the third uncle didn't tell me what would happen in advance, just let me stay here. I don't know how to deal with this situation.
But if you just stay like this, everything that happens is too fucking crazy.
I retreated to the doorway and watched the changes on the field. Especially the vanity mirror, I was afraid that something would come out of it. The candles at the head and end of the bed also rose and fell, but they were never completely extinguished.
I remember the words of the third uncle, if the candle flame is really extinguished, or if there is other danger, I have to run. It's also easier to run if you're at the door.
Fei Yao let out a string of nonsense from time to time, and the third uncle opened his eyes every once in a while, and the vanity mirror constantly emitted a faint mist.
Other than that, nothing special happened. One of my hearts gradually settled down, and when the three soothing incense sticks were burned to the end, I added three more.
This situation has continued.
Maybe the soothing incense was too much, and I squatted at the door, leaning against the door frame, and I was a little dazed.
I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard a shout from my third uncle, which woke me up.
I jumped to my feet and immediately went to see the three soothing incense, and thankfully, less than a third of the incense was left, and it was not extinguished.
In a blink of an eye, I looked at the third uncle, lying on the bed, his body shaking incessantly. The jitter doesn't seem to be self-controlled, the frequency is fast and irregular. And the two candles at the head and foot of the bed are also flickering incessantly, and the candle flame is long and short.
I hurriedly rushed over and found that the third uncle's face was covered with sweat at this time, and his body was as if he had been fished out of the water.
Ignoring the third uncle's instructions, I gently patted him on the shoulder and whispered to him a few times.
Suddenly, the third uncle's whole body was like a deflated ball, and he relaxed in an instant.
I was also shocked to find that the flames of the two candles at the head and foot of the bed were extinguished with a pop.
"Not good." I screamed, subconsciously turned around and ran.
But as soon as I got to the door, I stopped.
Although the third uncle has explained, let me put out the candle when the flame is extinguished
Wait, how far to run. But when the candle was really extinguished, I was more concerned about the safety of the third uncle.
This may be a kind of concern that naturally formed when my third uncle and I fought side by side.
"Third Uncle...... The third uncle ...... "I found that the third uncle's face was back pale, so I shouted loudly regardless of it.
After I shouted more than a dozen times in a dumb voice, the third uncle suddenly coughed and scolded weakly: "Don't shout, it's not dead......
As he spoke, the third uncle slowly opened his eyes.
"Third uncle, are you okay?" I was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly helped the third uncle to slowly stand down from the bed.
"The candles are all out, didn't they let you run? You kid, you're disobedient. "The third uncle looked very weak, and he didn't forget to teach me a lesson.
"The next time I don't fix this, I won't be at ease if I run away." I complained.
The third uncle smiled, reached out and ripped off the thick quilt on the window, and the sunlight shone in through the window, and the warm feeling made people feel very comfortable. It turned out that before I knew it, it was already dawn.
The third uncle was afraid that I would be worried, and told me that although there were small twists and turns, everything was going well.
I put my mind at ease and found that there were no big waves on Fei Yao's side from beginning to end. Although he hadn't woken up yet, his breath was calm, he was no longer talking nonsense, and he was still asleep.
The third uncle looked like he had just finished a marathon, his whole body was soft and collapsed, and he was still sweating.
I'm curious about what the third uncle experienced on this night.
I pulled out a bottle of mineral water from my bag and handed it to him. He took it, drank the bottle of water in a big gulp, then took a few big breaths, and said, "I saw it, and finally I saw ......."
I asked, "Third uncle, what have you seen?" The soul hidden in Fei Yao's dream? ”
The third uncle shook his head and said, "I've seen them all...... What a thrilling story, if possible, you could write a book......"
When the third uncle calmed down a little, he slowly told me the story.
I know that this story must be related to this attic, and it is also related to Fei Yao. For ease of presentation, the story is narrated in the third person.
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The third year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1914 AD.
The warlords have left a devastation in their wake, and people in many places are still living in dire straits.
The forces of all sides have their own evil intentions, and they have used all kinds of military force to expand their forces and make the people's livelihood miserable.
At that time, Linjiang was relatively calm. People live and work in peace and contentment, self-sufficient, and can be regarded as a pure land in troubled times.
Yang Shuzhi, a well-known wooden warrior artist, is known as the wooden man Yang. The craftsmanship passed down from his ancestors has been in his hands for I don't know how many generations. When the ancestor was at his most glorious, he was once recruited into the palace by Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and later the Empress Dowager Cixi, to serve as the imperial wooden figurine.
Yang Shuzhi's craftsmanship is said to have been superb, reaching the height of the peak. But at that time, it was not easy for people to have food and clothing, and even fewer people were willing to pay for wooden figurines. So Yang Shuzhi just does ordinary carpentry on weekdays.
Suddenly, one day, someone came to ask Yang Shuzhi and asked him to make some wooden figurines
, the price is 20 oceans.
After learning the origin of the other party, Yang Shuzhi didn't want to respond, but he was just an ordinary craftsman, and his business had been cold recently, and he was about to be unable to open the pot, and the price given by the other party made him even more unable to refuse. After earning these twenty oceans, he can find a pure place to live in seclusion.
The one who came to Yang Shuzhi to make wooden figurines was a place called Chunxianglou.
This Chunxianglou is ten miles and eight towns, one of the best fireworks places.
Yang Shuzhi, a decent person, has always been respectful of this kind of spring street willow lane. But in order to make money, I had to bite the bullet and enter Chunxiang Building.
After meeting the old bustard, Yang Xuanzhi knew the other party's intentions.
The old bustard didn't know where to hear that Yang Zhuzhi had a superb wood carving skill and could make vivid carved wooden figurines. So I wanted to invite him to come and help each girl in Chunxiang Building make a finely carved wooden figurine.
(End of chapter)
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