Chapter 92: The White Family's Hell

"Ghost, you're keeping an eye here, if you don't see any animals pulling this kid after tonight, then we'll be busy!" Grandpa commanded, turned and went back.

I was disgusted enough by yesterday's events, and I basically didn't sleep all night, and when I got up early in the morning, I saw my grandfather's figure in the hall, staring at the beautiful picture on the wall in a daze!

I quietly walked in, and I saw bloody tears in the eyes of the beautiful woman again!

Thinking of the big basket that I poked out of that time, I exclaimed: "Grandpa, the beauty is in tears!" ”

Grandpa didn't speak, turned around silently and went out.

The ghost came back, and before he could speak, his grandfather waved his hand and said that he already knew!

"Now where this child is attached to the climate, we don't know, looking at the pile of straw ashes, there is nothing to cling to."

Grandpa said: "This is someone who took advantage of this little resentful ghost to make the Bai family wear a blindfold!" ”

"What do you mean by Daddy," Dad asked, confused.

"A child who just died, how can it be so easy to become the climate, and rush to buy a coffin when we are not at home."

Grandpa frowned and said, "When the kid came, he didn't even see that he was a ghost!" That is to say, there are high-ranking people manipulating the little ghost behind and breaking the yin and yang eyes of the tenant. ”

"Then I don't understand, what does it mean to manipulate the little ghost to come to our house to buy a coffin?" Dad said: "Then think with your toes, it is impossible for the coffin of the Bai family to be sold to a child!" ”

"He's running for our family's yin coffin!" Grandpa knocked on the cigarette pouch pot and said, "Go and find out who has killed a four- or five-year-old child within a radius of fifty miles, and get the child's birthday back." ”

"Zi Ling'er has warned you, this time it's a small matter, Qishan will come in with me to take a hexagram." After saying that, he went back to the house with his hands behind his back.

In the evening, the ghost hurried back and burrowed into his grandfather's house.

"Isn't this all mysterious, what is going on?" Wen Bao muttered: "Why are you stunned when you look at this!" ”

"Haven't you heard that Hades is aggressive and imps are difficult? Look, this means that there are little ghosts haunting our house. I said: "In that painting, Zi Ling'er warned again, and I guess it's a small matter." ”

"Anyway, it's none of my business, let's go, go out for a drink." I grabbed Wenbao and ran out.

It was already dark, and I walked straight to the commissary at the head of the village.

"Why are there so many people today?" Wen Bao said strangely: "Young Master Coffin, look at it, why are so many people I don't know, and they are still dressed in tatters, it can't be that there are beggars from the village, right?" ”

I didn't see it, the village road was bustling with people, all of them were slowly swaying with their heads down, looking weird, and they didn't know what was wrong.

After a careful look, none of them knew.

"It's not Wenbao, is this our village?" I looked around and said, "I don't know anyone here." ”

Squeezing the fork and walking forward in the crowd, suddenly, I saw Ermaozi, who had been dead for almost a year!

Ermaozi was staring at me with scarlet little eyes and looked at me in a daze, I was so excited that I was almost scared to pee!

"Ermaozi, your father is good, and the old king..." Wen Bao shouted in horror: "It's not that these are all dead people!" ”

"Something is wrong!" I picked up Wenbao and turned around and ran back.

The courtyard door was wide open, and the grandfather leaned on the door of the room, "Let's da, da!" Smoking a dry cigarette, Dad and the ghost and the yellow blind man stood in the middle of the courtyard, with a broken face and a gong in their hands.

Seeing me running in two times, my grandfather didn't raise his head and said, "Go back to the house, close the door and don't come out." ”

"It's all out there..." Before I could finish my sentence, Grandpa waved his hand to mean that he knew.

The doors and windows are blown by the wind. The glass quickly shattered, and the glass fork collapsed.

"Why is it so evil, this wind is too hard!" Wen Bao squeaked and went under the bed.

I reached down and pulled the sheets off my body, wrapped them around my body, and leaned against the window to look out.

"It's not that Ermaozi has been dead for so long, why is this still coming back?" Wen Bao poked his head out and shouted: "Besides, the big steamed bun, I remember that her body is broken, why is this another one?" ”

"Big steamed buns!" I suddenly remembered that something was wrong, threw down the sheets, turned around and ran out!

My mind is messed up, and I feel like something big is going to happen!

At the beginning, my father had already died once for the big steamed buns, so maybe I would toss when I saw the big steamed buns again!

"Grandpa! Big steamed buns! "I mean tell grandpa to pay attention, there are people in it who dad will work hard!"

"What? What do you say? Dad shouted at me, "The wind is too heavy, go back!" ”

I glanced at my father, turned to my grandfather and shouted, "I mean there are big steamed buns among those dead people." ”

"Big steamed buns!" Grandpa stood up suddenly, and it seemed that it should be beyond the score he had made in his heart.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and I fell to the ground unsteadily, and my grandfather shouted at me: "Crawl to the ghost girl's house, tell her that if she doesn't come out, the man will be gone!" ”

What's that? I thought I didn't understand, but when I was about to ask again, I found that my grandfather had already gone to the door.

Seeing the people rushing into the yard, I quickly crawled towards the ghost girl's house.

A big hand grabbed me from the back, caught it in the armpit, and made a few jumps to my father's side.

"What a hell of a thing!" I heard the ghost mother's voice shouting: "I can toss the ghosts in the hell of the Bai family, and there is such a big demon wind, I really can't guess who will have such a big charter!" ”

"Don't be useless, what's the point of blowing such a big yin wind, it comes out directly is a mule or a horse walking!" Grandpa stood at the gate of the courtyard and ignored the influx of death.

Facing the outside, he shouted loudly: "My Bai family wants to thank you, it just so happens that these people have been lying down for a long time, and they are about to grow hair, and it is not bad to come out and let go of the wind and see the yang qi!" ”

I was confused after listening to my grandfather's shouts, the Bai family is hell, and the Bai family is dead? Could it be that these dead people all died at the hands of the Bai family, and then what kind of hell are they making?

That's terrible, isn't it? As I pondered, the wind of iniquity had stopped, and those who moved slowly had fallen still, standing in the courtyard with their heads bowed and their arms bowed.

"Knock it up!" With the shout of the grandfather, the gong in the hands of the ghost and the yellow blind man rang out, "Bang bang!" "How far does it go out in the night...

As the gong sounded, Grandpa suddenly raised his head and screamed, his eyes were closed, and a rain of blood erupted from his mouth, and his body began to twist.

Like a twisted flower, it swayed from side to side with the sound of a gong.

When Dad saw this, he turned around and rushed to the door of his grandfather's room, opened the door, lit the yellow paper charms in his hand one after another, and threw them in.

The dead men began to move, followed behind Grandpa, and slowly walked in line towards the open door.

How did you get into Grandpa's room? Could it be that the entrance to hell of the Bai family is in grandpa's room?

Impossible! Grandpa's room is so small, it's black, and there's a hell out there!

Seeing that grandpa swayed his body and walked into the door with those who were about to die, the smell of meat wafted over with the smell of roasted eggs...

Grandpa suddenly stopped and shouted: "Ghost mother, open the coffin!" ”

The ghost girl quickly floated towards the hall, and when the bone cicada saw it, she threw me to the ground casually and shouted, "Go back to the house!" Then he turned and followed.

"The smell of this roasted egg is the same as the dead boy who burned last night?" Seeing me running in, Wen Bao poked out his little brain and said.

"You can think of anything to eat, and you're not disgusting!" I didn't bother to talk to him, I leaned on the doorway and watched the movement in the yard.

"Give me a coffin!" A child's voice shouted, and the wind blew again in the courtyard.

"Come on! Come to me and give you the coffin of the Bai family. The ghost girl whispered in the hall.

I can only hear "Ah! A little bare-bottomed doll fell to the ground at the door of the hall...