Most of the soul flags used for funerals are mainly colored paper, and most of the position of the handle is peachwood, and the spirit flags in Lang's hand are all made of white paper, and even the position of the handle is made of thin white paper.

It is for this reason that it is difficult to take the spirit flag, and if you are not careful, you will break the entire spirit flag.

So, before opening the door, I said to Lang Gao, "Remember, hold the spirit banner with both hands, don't break it, otherwise, it will be difficult to get it." ”

He nodded, and said angrily: "Brother Jiu, it's just a spirit flag, don't worry, it can't be broken." ”

Seeing this, I didn't speak again, opened the lock of the door, gently pushed the door open, and a musty smell rushed to my face, which choked me and coughed violently.

"Why is there such a heavy musty smell!" Lang Gao couldn't help but mutter.

"Maybe no one has lived there for a long time!" I answered, and pushed the door open completely, letting the sun in.

Taking advantage of this gap, I glanced into the room, this house is quite large, about forty squares, the room is not decorated, the walls are that kind of red bricks, no white plaster, an old-fashioned table of eight immortals is placed in the middle of the house, on both sides are some old-fashioned furniture, there is a small house on the right side of the house.

I looked up at the sun, and then at all around, and I immediately decided that the little house on the right should be the one that was disgusted this time.

After confirming this idea, I looked at the wall of the room, and found a switch on the left hand side of the door, I reached out and pressed it, and the light in the room immediately flashed twice and turned on.

Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, just now I was worried that this house has no electricity, once you go in, it will be dark, but fortunately, this house is powered and installed.

"You are behind me, remember, don't think about it!" I greeted Lang Gao and walked into the room, where he followed.

When I entered the room, the musty smell from before was even heavier, and I couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

I frowned and walked towards the small house on the right.

As soon as I arrived at the door, there was a chill, and with a hint of light, I touched the wall a few times, but to my disappointment, I couldn't find the so-called switch of the house at all.

Made, is it just that the house outside has electricity?

My heart sank, and if that were the case, the disgust could only be carried out in the faint light.

"Be careful!" I said a word to Lang Gao, and walked into the room.

As soon as I got my first foot, I felt like I was stepping on something, wet, slippery, a bit like a soaked basketball, and a bit like a human head.

I didn't dare to go in at a loss, with a glimmer of light coming in from outside, I found that I was stepping on clothes, strictly speaking a black shroud, the shroud didn't know who was wrapped in a ball, there was something white on the surface of the shroud wriggling, if I guessed correctly, it should be maggots.

Seeing this, I exhaled heavily, and kept scolding in my heart, Made, who is so full and has nothing to do, and is not afraid of retribution for making shrouds like this.

Seeing that I didn't move, Lang Gao asked me, "Brother Jiu, what's wrong, go in?" ”

I nodded, kicked the shroud aside, and put my other foot in.

After entering the room, I felt a layer of goosebumps on my arms, the slightest cool breeze kept stimulating the skin, the visibility of my eyes was less than three meters, and I could only vaguely see a bed on the left side of the room, the bed was piled with some clothes worn by the elderly, and on the opposite side of the bed was a low table of eight immortals, on which some things were placed in a mess.

Seeing the Eight Immortals Table, I walked over and planned to clean up the table, after all, Yin Wei is held in the room, and the Eight Immortals Table is also needed as an altar.

So, I walked over to the Eight Immortals table, put the funeral supplies in my hand beside the bed, and cleaned up the things on the Eight Immortals table.

When Na Lang Gao saw me start to move, he followed him and asked me if I needed help.

I shook my head and said, "Just get the spirit flag in your hand, and the spirit flag will be the main character." ”

As I spoke, I cleaned up the Eight Immortals Table, and it took about three or four minutes for me to clean up the Eight Immortals Table and put the things on the table on the bed next to me.

After all this, I clapped my hands, and was about to put something down, when I knew that, at that moment, there was a 'click', like some kind of shattering sound.

In this dimly lit room, not to mention making such a sound, even a slight movement is enough to frighten people.

As soon as I heard this voice, I immediately retracted my hand, involuntarily took a step back under my feet, turned my head to look at Lang Gao, and saw that he was sweating profusely and his body was trembling slightly.

I'm very confused, what's wrong with this Lang Gao? I asked him, "Did you step on something?" ”

He gasped and gestured to his feet.

I followed his finger and almost didn't scream, when I noticed a black-and-white photograph of an old lady, about eighty years old, with silver hair, skin like dead wood, eyes staring at the front, and a smile on the corner of her mouth.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but shudder, and immediately said, "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and remove your feet!" ”

Na Lang Gao came to his senses and immediately raised his steps.

I don't know what's going on, when he lifts a step, the photo actually sticks to the soles of his feet, and when he takes a step, the photo moves a step.

Grass, what the hell, how can that photo get on the soles of shoes.

I immediately put down the things in my hand, walked in front of Lang Gao, and asked him to lift his feet, I squatted down, grabbed the photo with one hand, and gently pulled it, the photo seemed to have a magic force, tightly glued to the soles of Lang Gao's feet, and couldn't be pulled off at all.

"Nine... Brother Jiu, am I... Offend... This old lady? That Langgao's voice trembled, and the sweat of the bean was dripping down.

I understood his concern, he was worried that stepping on the photo of a dead person would be unlucky, so I said to him: "It's okay, maybe you accidentally stepped on it, afterwards, burn some yellow paper for the old man, apologize, it should be no big deal." ”

While comforting him, I pulled the photo hard, and to my dismay, after seven or eight pulls, the photo was still unmoving, tightly glued.

Na Lang Gao seemed to find that the situation was a little wrong, and spoke again, he said: "Brother Jiu, why is it not well, my feet are almost numb." ”

"It's coming!" I replied casually, and it was not easy to tell him the truth, mainly because I was afraid that after he found out, he would mess up.

At that moment, I exerted my strength again, pulled violently, and I heard a 'hiss', the photo was torn in half by me, the half in my hand was the position below the old man's chin, and Lang Gao stepped on the half of the old man's head, I don't know if I was dazzled, or what's going on, I seemed to see the old man in the photo, and smiled at me, and the smile was particularly gloomy.