The old stall waved his hand: "I don't wear this, not to let you be filial to me." Trust me, it's good for you to wear it. ”

As a last resort, the three of us put on filial piety shirts, after carrying the old stall into the board bed in the empty mourning hall. Together with the four paper figures, we stood on both sides of the entrance to the mourning hall.

Four paper figures, two on each side. Me and Fat Dahai are on one side, and Little Fly himself is on the other.

Everything is ready and the show is about to begin. I was also nervous. I don't know if this scene is a comedy or a tragedy.

And the picture of the Daojun's night banquet I brought was hung in the empty mourning hall by the old stall, surrounded by a white cloth, and we couldn't see anything outside. Only through the white cloth, I could see the candlelight flickering inside.

After we set it up according to the instructions of the old stall leader, the scene suddenly became quiet.

As the night gets darker, the temperature seems to drop quite a bit.

From our vantage point, we can see the white cloth of the empty mourning ground. At first, you could still hear the slightly rough breathing of the old stall head, but after more than half an hour, his breathing became softer and softer, and in the end, he couldn't hear it at all.

I glanced at the night sky, and roughly estimated that it should be around half past ten o'clock in the evening. In other words, it is getting closer and closer to the time that the old stall head said.

It is said that it is the time when Yin comes to ask for his life.

The three of us and a few paper figures stood on either side of the door of the mourning hall, and the scene seemed a little weird. But none of us dared to move any more places, and each of us stayed where we were, and waited quietly.

I still remember the night before when I was at the mourning hall, there was a time when I was in a daze, as if I was asleep, and then I was in a coma. I don't know if I'll have that stage tonight.

As the night falls, the environment quiets down. The only sound that could be heard at the moment was the old wall clock hanging in the house at the head of the old stall.

The sound of rattling clockwork reached the ears from time to time.

It's like a warning that time is ticking. I silently counted the clockwork, and gradually my mind became a little groggy again.

At this moment, the "bell ......" suddenly the old wall clock rang out. Every hour, this kind of wall clock is to tell the time.

"Bell...... "I woke up from my groggy state, and counted the chimes of the wall clock, and counted eleven times in all.......

The old wall clock was back to its normal time again. It's eleven o'clock......

I glanced at the little fly standing opposite, he was a little nervous, his eyes kept rolling.

The fat sea was next to me, and I glanced at him, his eyes closed, and his body swayed slightly in front of and behind him. I thought to myself, this forced thing won't be able to fall asleep standing here, right?

I tugged at his clothes, but luckily he was excited and opened his eyes. I nodded at him, and he looked out into the yard, understood what I meant, and nodded at me.

At this time, there is only a matter of waiting, and no one can say when the so-called yin cha will come, and whether it will come. Not to mention that even if we come, we can feel it.

I found that next to the crooked gutter in the yard,

The white ash that stood on it had been burned for so long, and there were still most of them left. Because the flames on it were all very weak, only the size of a bean.

But though the flames were not strong, none of them were extinguished.

More than half an hour passed after the wall clock struck eleven times. During this time, everything was normal in the yard and nothing happened.

I listened carefully to the inside of the empty mourning hall, and it was also quiet. The old stall was lying inside, not only did not make any movement, but not even a sound came out.

I doubt that this old man will just leave, will he?

I was thinking about it when suddenly there was a strange noise from the paper figure next to me.

These four paper figures were in this courtyard the night we first came. I once observed that this paper piercing man was definitely not made by a famous artist.

Because whether it is from the process or from the outline of the face, it is an ordinary handiwork.

You must know that the papermaker is also one of the little yin, although I haven't encountered it, but I have heard the third uncle talk about it. A first-class paper-binding craftsman can give the paper man a spirit, that is to say, the paper man is also spiritual. But these paper figures, at least I don't see any inspiration in them.

But just as the time came, I suddenly heard the paper man next to me, and there was a rattling sound. It's like the sound of paper folding or rubbing.

My heart moved, according to the custom of funeral, these paper figures are to be burned to accompany the dead to be buried. to go to hell to be a servant of the dead.

So after we stood here, these paper figures didn't react all the time, and there was no wind blowing at this time, why did this paper figure move?

I was nervous, but I didn't dare to make much of a move, just glanced towards the door.

I saw the candle standing in the doorway by the gutter we had dug, and the flame was shaking violently.

Originally, the candle flame was only the size of a bean, and when it shook like this, I was afraid that he would extinguish it directly.

But don't look at the flames, they are very strong. After shaking violently for a while, not only did it not go out, but it rose a few points.

Does this change indicate that the bad luck is coming?

I quickly looked at the fat sea and the little fly, signaling that their critical time had come. We each had a towel in our hands, and the towel was soaked in water, and there were a few pieces of rune paper on it, which were also wet.

We each sealed a piece of soaked rune paper from our mouths and noses. This is the most direct way to block the yang energy, and it is also a more effective and feasible way.

When we're all taken care of, look at the door again.

I was staring at the candle in the doorway when I felt a tingling sensation in my left shoulder.

The tingling came suddenly, without warning. I almost cried out in pain, but the sting came and went quickly, and it quickly disappeared. It's as if someone stabbed it with a needle and then pulled it away.

I wondered how uncomfortable it was after my shoulder was pierced, but I couldn't take my clothes off for a check.

Because at this time, the flame of the candle at the door was growing upward.

The flame, which used to be the size of a bean, now grows more than a foot tall. The candle was originally forbidden to burn, but it kept getting shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It only lasted about a few minutes, and the candle burned out completely.

The flame on the candle rose into the air and was extinguished.

(End of chapter)

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