Finally, the third uncle said to me again: "Eldest nephew, let me explain to you." Once inside, you can't turn on the lights, you can't use the headlamps, you can only light candles. You can't use any Taoist techniques, such as drawing talismans or anything like that. Doing so will attract the attention and alertness of the ghosts. When the time comes, all this we have laid out will be in vain. What's more, our 10,000 yuan was also spent in vain. ”

"Grass. I know, when is it, and I'm still thinking about your 10,000 yuan. I cursed, lit a candle, opened the door, and went into the house.

Through the door, the third uncle nodded at me: "Hard work, eldest nephew." ”

Fat Dahai also stood at the door and said to me: "Boss, come on, I will wait for the good news of your victory tomorrow morning." ”

I waved my hand angrily: "It's like parting with life and death." Stop talking nonsense, it's closed. ”

I slammed the door shut, the soundproofing of the room was good, and as soon as the door closed, it seemed to cut off all contact with the outside world.

It's not dark yet, and I've turned the lights on. I first arranged according to the third uncle's arrangement, and brought the Buddha incense to the bottom of the two walls, and leaned against the walls in turn.

There are nine sticks on one side, and a total of eighteen sticks of incense on both sides.

Although the third uncle didn't say the reason for setting up these incense, judging from my experience, these incense is probably used as bait.

Ghosts like to eat incense, and they have set up eighteen sticks of Buddha incense, and the smell should be able to attract all the ghosts in the house. When the time comes, they will be trapped by the prison paper, leaving marks on it.

This reason is very simple, I just don't know if the prison paper is miraculous by the third uncle, and it will work.

Every time he comes out with the third uncle, he can make some strange things. And I found that he rarely reused these things, and every time he was able to come up with new tricks.

This is also what I really admire.

At this time, I found the fat man and the third uncle through the window, and they began to seal the cracks in the door and window with rune paper. This also creates a confined space for ghosts in the room.

I was bored, and suddenly I saw the building leading to the second floor.

It's not dark yet, and the light of my candle is bright enough. Seeing the staircase gave me a chill.

There are all kinds of signs that the ghost boy named Lu Lu should be active upstairs. The atmosphere and environment he created made it easy to feel fear.

Fortunately, what the third uncle arranged for me to do this time did not involve the ghost boy on the second floor. I don't know if the eighteen Buddha incense will lead the ghost boy down.

If he leads it down and finds the prison paper, he will be angry and angry, will he take me under the knife?

I was thinking wildly, and suddenly I felt chills all over my body, and I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

At this moment, it is useless to think too much.

About half an hour later, the third uncle knocked on the window outside. I leaned over, and he made an OK gesture at me outside, pointed to the living room, and made a bell gesture in my ear.

I nodded, understanding that he was telling me that everything was ready outside, and that I should hang up the cowbells and light the incense.

I looked at the sky outside, and after a while, it was quickly getting dark.

I don't dare to slack off, I'm afraid, and I still have to do what I have to do. I only hope that this incense will lure the ghosts to me, so that they will not find me.

I went over and lit the eighteen sticks of Buddha incense one by one.

As soon as the incense was lit, the smoke soared upward, lingering almost the entire living room. Qiyin

At the same time, a strong scent of Buddha came to the nose.

I finished lighting all the incense, and then took out the little red cloth bag that the third uncle gave me, and when I opened it, it was a bell the size of a ping-pong ball. The bell was badly worn, and if you smell it closely, there is still the smell of the animals.

The bell worn by the old cow can sense the ghost? Is it so magical?

Believing it, I hung the cowbell on the wall and retreated to the room where I had been.

Last time, I was resting in this room, when the fat man and the third uncle had an accident, but I didn't. I also believe that that room will definitely bring me good luck again.

I closed the door and locked it.

In fact, I know that this kind of door lock is not against people and ghosts, and ghosts want to come in, but they will not be turned away because you are locked. The third uncle explained that it is not allowed to use talismans and any Taoist techniques, so I can only do this to make myself feel a little bit of security psychologically.

As the sun sets, night soon sets in.

I lay on my back on the bed, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.

Everything seemed to be the same as when I came last night, and I was still alone in bed. But the psychological gap is very large.

Last time, I knew that there was Fat Dahai and the third uncle next door, even if something happened, it was not alone. And today is different, once something happens, there is not even a helper. So even though I was mentally prepared, the moment I lay in bed, the loneliness and fear still weighed down like a mountain.

I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths before my nervous heart eased a little.

When night fell, it seemed that the whole world was much quieter.

I couldn't hear outside in my room, and I couldn't hear anything in the room. All I could hear was the sound of my heart beating vigorously one at a time.

What's strange is that I lit eighteen incense sticks outside.

Supposedly, the scent of Buddha is so strong, I should be able to smell it in my room.

But I lifted my nose, but I didn't smell the slightest smell of incense.

Feeling strange, I got out of bed, gently opened the door again, and looked out through the crack.

From the crack in the door, you can see a wall in the living room, and under that wall, there are also nine incense sticks.

It was pitch black outside, but I didn't see even a single bit of incense.

I was stunned, I had already lit all eighteen Buddha incense. Why did it take so little to extinguish it?

With doubts, I pushed the door open and walked outside, into the living room.

Now, I noticed that the two rows of incense were really extinguished.

What's going on? How could a lit incense be extinguished for no reason?

I thought about it for a while but didn't figure it out, time was pressing, and it was already dark. So I hurriedly stepped forward again and re-lit the eighteen Buddha incense.

Cigarette smoke rose, and the room was once again filled with a strong scent of Buddha.

I stood there and looked at it for a while, and decided that there was nothing wrong with it, so I hurried back to the house again. It's dark, and the ghosts here may come out at any time.