I saw the third uncle looking up at the sky, and I also looked up at the sky.

After only a few moments, my neck was sore, but the sky was dark and mist, and there was nothing special.

I asked the third uncle curiously, "Third uncle, what are you looking at?" ”

The third uncle was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I didn't see anything, I have been lying for a long time during the day, and it is more comfortable to tilt my head and neck." ”

When I heard this, I said angrily: "Third uncle, are you still a little in shape?" I thought you had found something? If you want to get in, hurry in, or I'm afraid I'll regret staying here with you." ”

The third uncle waved his hand: "No." It's useless to go in early, I'll have to wait an hour. ”

I had no choice but to follow the third uncle to stand in the yard.

The wind blew in the night, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence again.

After about two hours, my legs were numb, and there was still no movement on the third uncle's side. I was thinking about finding a place to sit for a while, when I heard the third uncle say, "Okay, it's almost." ”

I glanced at my phone, and it was nine thirty p.m.

According to the old calendar, it should be the time of the sea.

My third uncle and I went into the attic one after the other, and we went directly to the room on the second floor.

It was pitch black in the room, and although the windows were closed, I could vaguely feel the wind blowing in the room. It made me panic.

Fortunately, the third uncle took out two candles from his bag and lit them, standing in the southeast and northwest corners of the room respectively.

There were two faint candles flickering in the room, and they were blown by the strange yin wind, and they shook sharply, and they looked particularly weird.

I already knew that a wisp of the remnant soul of the green was hidden in that dressing mirror.

I didn't dare to look directly at the mirror, although the mirror was already black, as if it was covered with a layer of fog, but I always felt that Wan Qing was hiding behind the mirror, staring at me and the third uncle with those resentful eyes.

The third uncle didn't speak, he lowered his head and sorted out the things in his backpack, not knowing what he was going to do.

And there are only two people in this room, me and the third uncle, but thinking that there is a century-old female ghost still hiding in the dark, I can't calm down.

The sweat on my head was dripping down my face.

The third uncle tinkered for a long time, and finally began to arrange it. First, a small incense burner was placed on the dressing table, and three Buddha incense sticks were lit.

Smelling the fragrance of the Buddha, my heart also settled down a lot.

Then the third uncle called me over, handed me a few packets of paper money, and found a clay pot in my backpack, and asked me to squat at the window and start burning paper.

I said that burning paper in the house wouldn't burn the house, would it?

The third uncle shook his head and said don't worry, this fire can't be burned.

I nodded, struck a match, pulled out a few pieces of paper, and burned them.

Under the reflection of the firelight, the third uncle's face flickered brightly and darkly. The third uncle's eyes kept staring at the vanity mirror, not knowing what he was looking at.

I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the vanity mirror, which was blurry. The third uncle stood in front of the mirror, but he couldn't see the shadow of the third uncle in the mirror. The clarity of such a mirror may not be as good as that of ancient bronze mirrors.

The foggy and water-vapor thing on the mirror makes the mirror look more like one

blocks of ground glass. It seems that behind the mirror, there are hidden secrets.

I was stunned for a moment, and the third uncle glanced at me and reminded loudly: "Don't get distracted, burn one by one, but don't interrupt." ”

I groaned and found that the few pieces of paper money in the clay pot were about to burn out.

I hurriedly sent in another piece of paper and burned it.

The paper money burned very quickly, and in less than a while, the burned paper ashes were piled up all over the clay pot.

I was thinking about what to do with the paper ashes, when I saw the third uncle suddenly reach out and grab a handful of paper ashes from the clay basin with his bare hands.

I was shocked, there are still a lot of sparks in here, and those paper ashes still have temperature. You can't burn your hands.

But the third uncle didn't care, and smeared the paper ash on the dressing mirror.

The third uncle actually used the paper ash to wipe the vanity mirror. This was a big surprise to me.

The third uncle finished wiping a handful, and grabbed another handful in the paper ashes.

I didn't dare to stop what I was doing, and continued to burn paper money one by one, and peeked at the mirror.

What is amazing is that the mirror surface has gradually become clear after being wiped by the third uncle.

By candlelight, you can see that a figure of nothingness appears in the mirror.

But the figure didn't seem to be very stable, and it flickered.

It wasn't until the third uncle wiped the mirror completely clean that the figure gradually stabilized. The light of the fire in the room is not clear, I can only roughly judge from the outline, and the person inside is not the third uncle.

In other words, the third uncle stood in front of the mirror, but his figure could not be reflected inside.

Obviously, the third uncle used this special method to make the remnant soul of the green inside manifest.

At this time, the two candles lit by the third uncle, which were originally dim yellow, suddenly changed color and became blue and faint, and the length of the flame also rose sharply.

The blue fire shone on the third uncle's face, looking gloomy.

But the water vapor that had just faded on the mirror slowly rose again. The mirror, which had been clear, was blurred again.

I glanced at the third uncle, and the third uncle's eyes stared straight at the mirror, and there was no reaction.

I was startled, and although I didn't quite understand what was going on, I knew that something seemed wrong with the change in the mirror.

I gritted my teeth and reached out and grabbed a handful of paper ashes from the pot.

Although there are still a lot of sparks in the pot, it is not hot to grab, but it has a cold feeling.

This makes me very puzzled, is it because the yin qi in this room is too heavy?

But at this time, I didn't have time to think too much, grabbed the paper ash, and also learned the third uncle's method, and wiped it on the mirror.

The temperature of the mirror was even lower, and it was like touching ice cubes with your hands.

I shuddered to myself.

The mirror was indeed wiped by the paper ash, and it became clear again.

The figure in the mirror also reappeared.

This time, I saw it clearly, it was a woman wearing a cheongsam. It's just too different from the image of a century-old ghost in my impression.

This woman is really exactly the same as Fei Yao, than the wood I saw

Figurines, that photo is more realistic.

She stood right in front of me, as if I could touch her as soon as I stretched out my hand.

There is no doubt that she is the Qing of a hundred years ago, the top Oiran of Chunxiang Building back then.

I stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do or if she could see me inside.

At this moment, Wan Qing suddenly smiled ghostly at me.

Those charming eyes are enough to breathe people's hearts, and the eyes are even more charming, and I feel that my bones are crispy.

(End of chapter)

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