Do you know about the murderous house?

The so-called murderous house is a house in which someone has died.

Death generally refers to unnatural death, such as accidental death, suicide, homicide, etc. People who die in this way are said to be very unwilling because their longevity is not over, and they usually linger after death.

Their ghosts will stay in their original homes, so strange things usually happen to such houses.

And this kind of house, the homeowner will generally deal with it at a discount. In those years, I was forced to make a living, and by mistake started a business of reselling murderous houses, buying them at a super low price, and then selling them at a high price after processing.

The income from reselling the murderous house is indeed considerable, and I also made a lot of money in those years. But the strange and bizarre things I encountered lingered like a nightmare for years after I washed my hands. To this day, I still have a chill down my spine and cold sweat breaking out when I think about it.

Today I finally mustered up the courage to tell my story, and I also wanted to make a complete break with my past through this method.

My name is Li Yang, and I just graduated from college that year. I didn't know how to do it for a few years in college, I have been haunted by bad luck, I have failed in everything, and I have run into walls everywhere when I want to find a job after graduation. Not only did he not make any money, but he owed a lot of foreign debts.

My hometown is in the countryside, and as the only college student who passed the exam, I was blown out of the village by the villagers, and I was glorious for a while. But now it's the worst one to mix, those who didn't get admitted to college back then, because they came out early to mix with society, now they all look like dogs, and they are all very beautiful.

My self-esteem is troublesome, and I rarely go back to my hometown, and I don't want my parents to follow me and get angry.

But my self-esteem can't be eaten, and just when I was anxious and couldn't hold on to life, I suddenly received a call from my third uncle.

Speaking of my third uncle, he is definitely a man of God.

This god word is not a magical god, but a god of nerves.

When the third uncle was young, he was a little unprofessional, drinking and gambling every day, and was kicked out of the house by his grandfather. No one knows where he went, and when he came back a few years later, he was wearing a dirty and broken Taoist robe, and he actually became a half-hung Taoist priest. When he came in and saw that my grandfather was not called Dad, he opened his mouth and shouted a donor, which almost made my grandfather angry, and then my grandfather directly beat him out with a stick.

The third uncle didn't dare to enter the house, so he went to the town to set up a stall to tell fortunes.

But I can live to this day thanks to my unreliable third uncle.

That year, I was studying abroad, and suddenly received a call from my grandfather that he was critically ill, so I asked for a leave of absence from the school and ran home in a hurry. When I got home, I found that there were a lot of people in front of my old house.

My aunt told me with red eyes that my grandfather was no longer good, but he just refused to breathe because he wanted to see me for the last time.

I hurried to my grandfather's bed, and tears flowed down my nose. The grandfather, who was originally physically strong and energetic, became unrecognizable to me. He was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and he was weak. But my name kept muttering.

When he heard that I was back, my grandfather's eyelids jumped and he opened his eyes. He struggled to raise his arm and pointed to the door. Everyone understood what he meant, and everyone left the room except me.

I saw the skin on my grandfather's forehead squirming, and white streaks appeared, and I could see that it was the white and tender skin that was usually hidden under the wrinkles, and had not been ravaged by the years.

Grandpa's eyes kept on me, and his Adam's apple moved, as if he wanted to talk to me.

I quickly leaned my head over to listen more closely.

At this time, I noticed that my grandfather's expression was painful, and I also heard a hissing sound in his throat, like a flat tire. His face was swollen and red, and his chest was heaving.

I've never experienced this before, and I don't know if grandpa is going to die like this. I was so anxious that I opened my mouth to ask how my grandfather was.

Who knew that just as I opened my mouth, a breath suddenly came out of my grandfather's throat.

This breath does not have the stench of other dying old people, but has a fresh fragrance. I opened my mouth and was caught off guard by this. I inhaled that breath, and a cold air stream ran down my throat and into my body, and quickly spread all over my body. At that moment, I felt like I had fallen into a hole in the ice, and I was so lightheaded that I felt like I had been filled with lead, so I couldn't stand and sat on the ground.

Everyone heard the movement and rushed in. By this time my grandfather must have gone, but although I could see them, it seemed that I was unconscious, and the worst thing was that I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth and speak.

At this moment, the third uncle, who hadn't been home for a long time, suddenly appeared and shouted: "Yangzi was beaten, don't touch him." ”

Seeing that my situation is urgent, there is nothing good to be done, plus my grandfather has just passed away, and the family is also in chaos. I can only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor and let the third uncle toss me.

The third uncle carried me to another room, found a broken bowl, and took out a handful of beans from the blanket on my body, I could see that there were glutinous rice, black beans or something in it, but I didn't see anything else.

The third uncle put the beans in the broken bowl, poured half a bowl of wine from the grandfather's wine gourd, and then held the broken bowl and muttered for a long time, and finally drew a match to light the wine in the bowl, and the house was suddenly filled with the fragrance of grains and wine. The third uncle was not afraid of the heat, so he put his hand into the bowl and stirred it for a long time, and then pinched my earlobes and the soles of my feet with his hands full of wine, and then broke my mouth and poured me the wine that was still on fire.

The bowl of wine was pounded by the third uncle's dirty hands for a long time, and I felt very nauseous, but the strange thing was that I didn't have the slightest strength and couldn't speak. After drinking that bowl of wine, there was a warm current, and my body was a lot more comfortable.

The third uncle touched it in his arms, as if he was picking at the old mud on his body, and he touched it for five minutes, and then he didn't know where to find a needle in his clothes. The needle was as thin as a cow's hair, black and not slippery, and I don't know if it was dirty or the original color.

The third uncle pinched the needle, closed his eyes, as if he was lucky, and the sweat on his face was dripping down. At this time, his parents also gathered around, and when they saw this situation, they were anxious but didn't dare to disturb him.

Finally, the third uncle opened his eyes suddenly, stabbed the needle into the middle finger of his left hand, and then poked the needle in my eyebrows, gritting his teeth and gathering strength, as if he was picking something out.

The needle pierced the center of the eyebrow, and there was no pain. At this time, the third uncle seemed to hold all the strength of his body to the needle, he supported the kang with his left hand, pinched the needle with his right hand, and picked it hard, so that his face was red and his neck was thick, and he finally picked out a black-green filament. After the filament left the body, it disappeared into a white mist in an instant, and the needle was broken.

Afterwards, we learned that the last breath exhaled before death is called "suffering", this breath is the dirtiest and most poisonous thing accumulated in a person's life, and the flowers will wither when they fall on the flowers, and if they accidentally stick to their clothes, they will have a serious illness, and they will not even recover their vitality after being pounced on the face for a year or two. Like me, who eats directly into the stomach, if the third uncle is not there, he will definitely die.

Even so, it took me half a year to recover.

After this incident, the family's opinion of the third uncle has changed, and the people in the village have also seen that the third uncle does have some skills, so if there are some happy birthday events in the family, they will also find the third uncle to help Zhang Luo. But the third uncle's personality is still a little out of place in this family, and no one wants to deal with him. Only when I come home from vacation, I can chat and talk with him.

Once when I had just arrived home, the third uncle suddenly came to me mysteriously and said, "Eldest nephew, you do the third uncle a favor, and when the matter is done, there will be your benefits." ”

After listening to him, my nose almost went out of breath. This unlucky third uncle actually asked me to drill the coffin of the dead for someone.

The difference between me and the third uncle is only eight years old, and with the third uncle's uninhibited personality, more often than not, he and I are also open-mouthed, neither big nor small. So after listening to him, I became angry: "Help you big-headed ghost?" Do you know that I'm your eldest nephew? Are you going to bury me alive? ”

Seeing that I was in a hurry, the third uncle hurriedly explained to me that it turned out that the old Liang Tou in the village suddenly fell seriously ill, fell unconscious, and was about to die. But the Liang family is one of the richest families in ten miles and eight villages, it doesn't matter if he dies, he still has three sons, and there is no explanation for how to divide the property after his death. So his three sons found the third uncle and asked the third uncle to find a way to extend Lao Liangtou's life for another three days.

So the third uncle thought of a way to hide from the world and asked me for help. He said that I should drill the coffin, and it was just to make a appearance, and the coffin was also made of cardboard box paste, covered with a layer of floating soil, and I lay in it all night, and the next day it would get me out at dawn.

After listening to the third uncle, I replied angrily: "Then don't help, it's unlucky for a living person to drill a coffin." ”

The third uncle said, "My stupid nephew, do you still think that you are unlucky? Your grandfather's bad breath, although I helped you pick it out. But if you don't get rid of bad luck, you will be unlucky for a lifetime. The method I think of is also killing two birds with one stone, on the one hand, I helped the old Liang family, on the other hand, you lie in the coffin, separated by yin and yang, even if you have died once, the bad luck you should have is gone. When you climb out of it tomorrow, I will keep you radiant, and in the future, you will be prosperous, prosperous, prosperous, and rich......"

The third uncle sprayed foaming stars, broke his fingers and calculated for me for a long time, and then took out 2,000 yuan and stuffed it to me and said that it was a deposit, and there was a lot of money when it was done.

I knew that Lao Liang's family must have given him a lot of money, and when he saw that he was careful, he was a little moved, and he agreed to him with a twitch of his brain.

Everything was arranged by the third uncle and carried out in an orderly manner. That night, I went into the coffin prepared by my third uncle, which was in a dug grave in the back mountain. Except for the coffin and I fake, the rest of the funerals were carried out according to normal funerals. As I lay in the coffin, I heard the old man's three sons crying like three fools, and they called me daddy, and I almost didn't have a good time.

But when they put the coffin on and put a layer of floating earth on it, I regretted it a little.

The lid of the coffin was opened, and it was pitch black inside, and there was no light. When the upper layer of floating soil was covered, the surroundings were even more deadly. I can hear my own heartbeat clearly......