After the master said this, he didn't say anything polite to me, turned around and left with the owner of the old house, everyone saw that there was no excitement to see, and they went home, even those local dogs couldn't see one, all of them left, and the place that was lively just now became very deserted in a blink of an eye, and the reason why I didn't leave was because there were a lot of things, and I couldn't lift them with my hands at all. And it's not close to go back. I looked around and didn't find a stick that could be used to pick up something.

Wooden stick diaphragm shoulder, if there is a flat pole it would be good. Thinking about it made me feel the urge to go into the old house to find a flat pole, and I was a little curious about the house, so I didn't think much about it, and walked straight into the hall that was not closed.

At that time, it was basically dark, and it was even more difficult to see things when I entered the house, I turned on the flashlight of my mobile phone, looked in the hall, and did not see the flat arm, but the cold breath inside is still easy to feel, this feeling is very familiar and strong, much stronger than those ordinary yin qi in the past, I think if you take a compass to measure it now, the reaction must be very large.

I didn't find a flat pole, and just as I was about to go out, I saw a thick black stick on the ground in the corner of the gate. I hurried over, ready to pick up the stick and leave, because knowing that there were spirits in it, I would feel that the atmosphere here was very oppressive.

When my hand touched the stick, a cold sensation came from my fingers, and it didn't feel like a stick, but it looked like a stick. Although I didn't think it was right, I still picked up the stick, and when I bent down to pick it up, the straight ends of the stick slowly bent down. I squeezed my palm hard, no, what kind of stick is this, this is clearly a snake.

And at this moment, the stick in my hand has really become a snake, which scared me, although I know that kind of snake, that kind of snake is a very common grass carp snake over there, I don't know what the scientific name is, this snake is not poisonous, even if it is bitten, it will be fine, at most it hurts. But the stick in my hand suddenly turned into a snake, and I couldn't accept this kind of thing for a while. He raised his hand and threw the snake against the door.

"Knock knock" It stands to reason that the snake should be a dull sound when it hits the wood, but now it makes the sound of a stick hitting the wall, is it really a stick that I lost?

I shone a flashlight on it, and the stick appeared on the ground, and I immediately understood what was going on, it was blinded by a ghost and my vision was confused, and just when I wanted to step out of this old mansion, the colored lights in the peacock glass frame behind it began to light up one by one.

It's the same as the hell uncle said, just no music played. As the lanterns lit up, the whole hall was faintly visible, the most obvious being the long staircase that hung diagonally on the right wall, on which hung the two spirits, as described by the uncle's mother-in-law, one wearing a shroud and the other wearing a white sweatshirt.

Knowing that they are not by my side, I don't want to leave in a hurry, people who learn the Tao will be afraid of this kind of fierce spirit, but they will definitely not be afraid.

They hung upside down on the stairs and looked at me, I stood by the door and didn't rush to leave, the range of the mobile phone's flashlight was limited, so I simply turned off the phone, and with the help of the flickering colored lights, I began to look at the two spirits hanging on the stairs. The spirit god in the shroud hung underneath, and there seemed to be a large bloody hole in the top of his head, not only that, but his left hand was hanging straight in the air as if it had been broken, swinging and swinging, and his mouth made a strange noise. The spirit god in the undershirt above was nothing unusual, but he looked much older than the one below.

I saw that their reaction was not to run away, which may have been far beyond their expectations. The spirit god in the undershirt above snorted coldly, and I saw the spirit god in the shroud below shaking violently, which was very obvious. With this cold snort, the colored lights in the room were also directly extinguished, and with the help of the last ray of light, I saw them fall directly from the top of the stairs with a swish, and the speed was very fast, like a person jumping off the building doing a free fall movement, but there was no sound when they landed on the ground.

They're going to do it, but if they show up, I'm still sure to leave, and I'm at the door. The moment they hit the ground, I threw my legs and rushed out. While running, he chanted the exorcism mantra, and his hands kept forming a hand to drive away ghosts and fight ghosts and thunder. In my estimation, they will definitely not be chased again. At that time, it was already dark, but there was still a faint amount of daylight outside. After running forty or fifty meters, I stopped, looked back at the old house, and there was no movement.

With a sigh of relief, I put the things I couldn't hold directly into the gap between the two large rocks, picked up some lighter ones and ran up the mountain. All the way, I wondered why the spirit god in the shroud was in such a posture. After running for about half an hour, I arrived at my uncle's house, scooped a large spoonful of water from the water tank, and poured it into my mouth with a gurgling grunt, and my clothes were soaked with sweat, not because I was afraid, but because I ran too quickly and for too long, and I was tired and panicked.

I packed up Master's cloth bag and took his big seal. I ran down the hill non-stop, thinking about it and still feeling that the spirit in the shroud was particularly wrong, as if there was a trace of oppressed resentment in it, this feeling was indescribable, and there was no basis, it was just a feeling.

Running back to the village out of breath, I dialed Master's phone and asked where Master was, and Master told me not to move, and he came over immediately. I just stood in the open space outside the old mansion and waited, not daring to enter it easily.

Within a few minutes, the master came over with a bag and the owner of the old mansion.

"Master......" Before I could say the next words, Master interrupted me and said, "Boss Ning, then you go back first, and we will come back to you tomorrow, and my apprentice and I will go to the house at night to see what the situation is." ”

Boss Ning nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Master." Then he turned and walked away.

"You're pretty fast, you're back so soon. You haven't eaten dinner yet, are you hungry? This one is for you. With that, he handed me the bag in his hand. I took it and opened it, and inside was an aluminum lunch box, which contained rice and vegetables, which Master packed for me from Boss Ning's house.

I was indeed hungry, so I didn't have a polite time with Master, so I found a stone pier and sat down, and while eating, I told Master what I had seen and heard in the old house.

Master was arranging his cloth bag while listening to my description, and when he heard me say that the spirit god hanging under the stairs had a blood hole in his head, and his left hand was suspected to be broken, he stopped his hand and asked, "Is the spirit god in the shroud you mentioned having a flat head and not very old, and that blood hole is located on the left temple?" ”

I swallowed the food in my mouth and asked suspiciously, "Master, how do you know?" ”

"Is that shroud all black, not a little white?" Master didn't answer me and continued to ask.

The reason why he asked this is because the shrouds that we changed after the death of the people over there are white on the inside, and a black shirt on the outside, and a white pocket is sewn under the shirt, also known as the road bag, which is used to load paper money for the spirit god on Huangquan Road. Of course, not all pockets are white, and there are also black ones, but they are rare. On the whole, the shroud is worn on the corpse and you can see the black and white colors. People, life does not bring any distracting thoughts, and after death, they must be clear and white, so the tone of the shroud should be black and white, black and white.

"Yes, yes, I wondered why this spirit god in a shroud was black, without any white places." I put down my lunch box, wiped my mouth, and said.

"It's not easy to do, this spirit god in shrouds I know, it was a bricklayer in the next village a few months ago, when he was building a flue-cured chimney for people, he fell from a height of more than three meters and fell to his death, it is also a place high in one floor, and there is a sharp stone below, and he hit his head on the stone impartially. He was killed on the spot, and blood was spilled all over the ground. Master said with a look of regret.

When Master said this, I still didn't understand why a spirit god who fell to his death in the next village a few months ago came here. I didn't speak, just looked at Master suspiciously.

He sorted out his things, pulled the cloth bag, and took out the big seal and wiped it with his sleeve, and said while wiping: "This person's funeral was taken over by your second master, and he mentioned such a thing to me. said that there was a little abnormality on the day of the burial, it may be that the soul was run, your second master is a person who looks at the feng shui of the yin house and presides over the normal funeral, how does he know if it is really a soul. I just waited for a week or two to see that nothing happened to the family, so I thought I was feeling wrong. This time I didn't expect it to be a soul run, not only was this spirit not taken away by the Yin Cha, but was brought to this old mansion by another Yin Spirit. ”

I know the skills of the second master, looking at the feng shui of the yin and yang house, presiding over the funeral ceremony, and arranging the eight characters or something, it is almost easy to catch, but it is a little lacking in the matter of ghosts, and it is not a field at all.

I said, "That spirit in the white sweatshirt seems to be very fierce, and as soon as I enter, I feel very yin and depressed. ”

The master smiled and nodded, put down the big seal in his hand, took out the compass and put it flat in his hand, then pinched his hand and drew a talisman in the void on the compass, and asked, "Can you visually see how far we are standing here from the door of that house?" ”

"About eighty meters," I affirmed. Master took the flashlight placed on the stone next to him, put it on the compass and said, "Come and see how this happens." ”

"I'll go!"

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