Eventually, the sound faded away, and the ringing of the cowbell seemed to stop.

I took my hand off my ear, and the feeling of panic faded away.

If you listen carefully to the movement outside, it seems that it has calmed down all of a sudden.

This period of time was extremely painful for me. They were tossing and turning outside, and when it was all over, I realized that hours had passed since the moment I lit the Buddha incense and hid in the house.

I pulled out a candle from my bag, along with the incense ash powder I had brought, and got ready.

The third uncle told me to go out half an hour after the cowbell stopped ringing, that is, an hour later.

I also secretly counted the time.

This hour is even longer.

Luckily, there were no more problems, and after an hour, I gently pushed the door open.

It's business as usual outside, as if nothing had happened.

The moonlight seemed to be obscured, and the living room was pitch black, with no light shining through.

The third uncle also explained that at this time, you can't use the headlamp, let alone turn on the lamp in the living room, you can only use ash for lighting.

I lit the white wax, and the candle flickered, shaking the light around me.

Holding the candle and pinning my dragon sword to my waist, I slowly walked from the room to the living room.

The two walls with prison paper on them are still dark. But though I didn't see anything, I could feel an evil energy coming out of the wall.

It's something I've never felt before.

So, I'm basically concluding that this wall must be different from before.

I went to the two walls with trepidation, and held the candle high to see the changes on the walls.

As a result, the scene I saw gave me goosebumps all over my body, and at the same time, my scalp was numb and my feet were soft.

My feeling is very accurate, the wall has really changed significantly compared to before, especially the place where the prison paper is pasted.

On the gray paper, a distorted human figure appeared, and the shape had protruded from the paper, and at first glance, it looked like a relief on the wall. Although it was only the outline of a human being, the head and torso and limbs of the person were clearly visible.

On the wall alone, there were silhouettes of at least three people. Their twisted bodies seemed to be struggling desperately, desperately trying to escape from the bondage of the prison paper. Judging by the movements, they used to be in extreme pain.

On the other wall, there are at least two humanoids.

Because their bodies are all intertwined and fused together, I can't be sure of the exact amount for a while.

Obviously, a person's silhouette is a ghost. There are at least five or six ghosts on these two walls.

There are so many ghosts trapped in this house. Just thinking about it makes people's scalp tingle.

Fortunately, the figures are all still now, but I don't know how to deal with them even if they move a finger.

The third uncle said that this kind of prison paper can be brought from the underworld to the yang world, although it can trap ghosts. But because the effect will be greatly reduced, it will not be able to trap the ghost for long. The ghost should have escaped soon after being stuck in the prison paper. The third uncle's move was just to touch the number and reality of the ghosts in this house. cruel

I looked at the humanoid silhouettes on both walls, and I wondered if the ghosts had run away or were stuck on that wall.

The good news is that I'm at least standing here intact.

I just calmed down and followed the steps pre-set by the third uncle step by step.

I took out all the incense ashes I had with me, and it was in a bottle.

I unscrewed the lid of one of the bottles, poured the ashes into the palm of my hand, and spotted the prison paper on one of the walls and sprinkled it.

I originally thought that this incense ash was very light and would fly everywhere when sprinkled.

Whether it can be successfully sprinkled on that wall is unknown.

But when I threw out the first handful of incense ashes, it changed my mind.

As soon as the incense ash was sprinkled into the air by me, it was quickly sucked up by the prison paper on the wall.

It can't be said that no incense ash was spilled on the ground, and nine times out of ten, that handful of incense ash was absorbed by the prison paper.

I noticed that the incense ash was sucked into the prison paper, and it was only attached to the silhouettes of the human figures. In other places, not much incense ash remained.

This is the intention of the third uncle. He wanted to use this incense ash to keep the humanoid silhouette on the prison paper.

If you don't, when the dawn comes and the door of the house opens, the silhouette of the human figure on the prison paper will disappear.

Seeing that this trick worked, those incense ashes were useless anyway, so I simply sprinkled all the incense ashes I brought on the prison paper.

In this way, the silhouette of the human figure above is even more obvious. With all that done, my mission in this house is over. The next thing is to wait for the third uncle to come to accept it after dawn.

Maybe it's really like what the third uncle said, I don't know if it's because of my identity, the ghosts in the room really didn't bother me. I didn't encounter anything terrible. Those fears of oneself are also limited to one's own psychological effect, and oneself scares oneself.

At this time, I really thought how special my identity was. In fact, it wasn't until later that I realized that my identity was indeed a bit special, but not enough to make those ghosts so afraid. The reason why they didn't find me was because they were trapped by the prison paper, and they had spent too much ghost energy to get out, and they didn't have the energy to find me.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed waiting for dawn.

After doing what I had to do, and nothing happened all the time, my mental concentration relaxed. At this moment, the body was finally knocked down by the trapped mind.

In a daze, I gradually fell asleep. I didn't open my eyes until I heard someone slamming on the door.

There was already light in the room, and I sat up and checked my body, and everything was still fine. Prove that you have spent a whole night in this house.

I hurriedly jumped out of bed and ran over to open the door.

The third uncle and the fat sea were so anxious that their faces were flushed, and when the fat man saw me, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Boss, you are here, I thought it was ...... I almost smashed the window and went in to save you. ”

I yawned, opened the door wide, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, toss for half a night, just sleep and recuperate, make a fuss." ”

When the third uncle saw that I was fine, he took Fat Dahai into the house.

Fat Dahai said to me: "Boss, your heart is really big enough, you can still fall asleep alone in the murderous house." Admire ......"

"It's a trivial matter, you have nothing to learn more from." I pretended to be calm and disagreed.