My grandmother ignored Hou Desen's words, and walked into the room with her feet up—

Seeing this, Hou Desen and the two family members immediately panicked, they obviously knew the consequences of entering the room, and Hou Desen hurriedly asked one of the family members to run home to get a hook and rope.

My grandfather was puzzled, and asked Dessen what he was doing with the hook and rope, and Dessen explained that the hook was thrown all the way out to hang people, and the rope was used to tie people, and when my grandmother went crazy in the room, they threw the hook into the room and hooked my grandmother out of the house, and then tied it with a rope.

When my grandfather heard this, he became worried, and limped through the door with a cane.

But as soon as I walked to the door, before I could step into the door, my grandmother in the room slowly turned around, and smiled cutely at my grandfather at the door, "It's okay, brother, don't worry about me." ”

When my grandfather saw this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly explained to my grandmother, "Zhi'er, you have to be careful." ”

"Got it!"

Seeing this, Hou Desen's jaw almost didn't fall, in the past, those mage gentlemen, as soon as they entered, they went crazy, this little girl was actually fine, after being stunned for a while, Hou Desen walked up to my grandfather, and gave my grandfather a bow, "Admire and admire, your mother-in-law is really high, she is really a living immortal, you can marry such a daughter-in-law, it is really your blessing." After saying that, he also patted my grandfather on the shoulder.

"What?" My grandfather was quite happy to hear Hou Desen flattering my grandmother, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he felt that something was wrong, and immediately frowned, glanced at Hou Desen coldly and said: "My wife is not a living immortal, and you don't need to say whether marrying me is my blessing or not, just wait, she will be able to solve the matter in this old mansion for you in a while." ”

Hou Desen nodded his head again and again when he heard this, with a look of admiration, and he didn't dare to underestimate my grandmother anymore.

Press Hou Desen and my grandfather don't talk, let's talk about my grandmother.

At this time, because it was already late in the evening, the light in the hall was very dim, and my grandmother walked into the room and took a general look at the room.

I saw that there were many furnishings in the room, all of them were old, all of them were old gadgets from decades ago, and they would be worth a lot of money if they were left in the past.

The corners of the walls are full of cobwebs, and the furnishings are also dusty, and the whole room faintly exudes a faint musty and sour smell, which is caused by the lack of sunlight and ventilation in the room all year round, and I don't know how many years no one has come in and no one has cleaned it.

On the left and right sides of the room, there are two suites, and there are two curtain curtains hanging on the door of the suite, which is the kind of big red curtain, and the rest of the room is quite normal, strange and strange in these two curtains, it looks like they have just been hung up, brand new, in this room covered with dust, almost only the color of earth gray, the two blood-red curtains look very strange and dazzling, as if they have just been fished out of the blood plasma.

After my grandmother turned the house around, she walked to one of the curtains, and before she could lift the curtain and go inside, she found that the curtain was soaked, and she looked down at the ground along the curtain, and the curtain was actually bleeding to the ground, and a drop of blood fell into the dust of the ground like a bead with a broken thread.

My grandmother was startled and couldn't help but take a step back, helping countless people, she had never encountered such a strange thing.

My grandmother stabilized her mind, stopped for a while, and then took a closer look, at this time the curtain was no longer wet, and then looked down, there was no trace of blood on the ground, my grandmother was puzzled, and thought to herself, could it be that what she saw just now was a "ghost miasma"?

Ghost miasma, similar to the nature of ghosts lost and ghosts, in today's words, is a kind of hallucination, the magnetic field belonging to the ghost itself interferes with the visual imaging in the human brain, making people appear in the brain like a mirage-like illusion, this specific explanation is more troublesome, you just know the meaning, let's be simple at this time, or call it "ghost miasma".

Just when my grandmother realized that what she had just seen was a "ghost miasma", I don't know where in the room suddenly a cold wind blew, and the cold wind slipped around my grandmother's body quickly, and then blew on the cloth curtain, and the cloth curtain suddenly seemed to be alive, and instantly fluttered.

My grandmother was shocked again, it was obvious that the ghost in the room was attached to this curtain, and this ghost was not young and had a certain Taoism.

The ghost was attached to the curtain at this time, and my grandmother thought that it could have two purposes: first, there was a secret here, and the ghost did not want her to enter it to discover the secret; Second, what it wants to express, that is, it wants to communicate with my grandmother.

My grandmother thought for a moment and asked at the curtain and Yan Yuese, "What do you want to do?" ”

My grandmother has a very high affinity in this regard, and the ghosts usually don't clash with her head-on, and always talk to her like a friend. This is something my grandmother was born with, and it's a unique talent for hers.

As soon as my grandmother finished speaking, the curtain shook violently.

My grandmother smiled and asked, "You want to talk to me, don't you?" ”

The curtain shook again.

My grandmother smiled again and said to the curtain, "Then you wait for me, I'll go and prepare, and I'll talk to you." With that, he turned around and went back to the door.

At this time, my grandfather and Hou Desen were standing not far from the door, staring at the door with a few pairs of eyes, and my grandmother appeared at the door coldly, startling a few of them.

My grandmother shouted at Hou Desen, "Go and get me a basin of water, and bring me a few pieces of white paper, the white paper can't be too big, it has to be able to fit into the basin." ”

Hou Desen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then hurriedly ordered the two family members behind him to prepare.

It didn't take much effort, one of the two housekeepers carried a wooden basin filled with water, and the other held a thick pile of white paper.

My grandmother had to go out of the door and take the white paper in the hand of one of the housekeepers, stuff it into the baggage, and then take the wooden basin and turned around and walked back to the room.

After placing the tub in front of the curtain, my grandmother asked the curtain, "Can you write?" Shake it once, shake it twice. ”

As soon as my grandmother finished speaking, the curtain fluttered twice.

Seeing this, my grandmother thought about it and quickly said, "If you can't write, let's draw." As he spoke, he took out a piece of red rope from his baggage, tied one end to the lower corner of the curtain, threw the other end into the clear water of the wooden basin, and then took out a piece of white paper and spread it flat in the wooden basin, and the white paper was soon soaked with the water in the basin.

My grandmother said to the curtain: "I don't know what you want to tell me, or if I ask, you will answer, do you like it?" ”

The curtain shook a little, apparently agreeing.

Seeing this, my grandmother asked it, "How did you die?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the curtain moved slightly, and I saw that the red thread tied to the lower corner of the curtain began to turn black, a little bit of speed was very fast, and it didn't take much effort, the whole red thread turned black, and then, from the bottom of the wooden basin, suddenly turned up a cloud of black water like ink, which was the ghost running from the cloth curtain to the basin along the red line.

The black water rolled and wrapped the white paper roll, and at the same time, the water in the basin became darker and thicker, and at first glance, it looked like a bottomless pit.

After a while, the water in the tub gradually faded, as if someone had removed the black color from it, and the black water was visible to the naked eye, and returned to the curtain along the red rope.

The water in the basin quickly returned to its original state, but the white paper in the water had changed dramatically at this time, and a simple ink painting appeared on it, although there were only a few strokes, but it was very expressive.

At the top of the ink painting is a "horizontal", very thick, which looks like a beam, and below the beam, a "vertical" is drawn, and the vertical line is extremely thin, looking like a straight rope.

At both ends of the rope, the top end is connected to the beam, and the bottom end is connected to a very vivid human figure, with arms and legs, the rope is tied around the neck of the human figure, and at the foot of the human figure, there is a stool that kicks over.

My grandmother crouched down and looked at the paper, and immediately understood that the ghost had been hanged.

My grandmother fished out the paper from the basin and put it at her feet, and asked, "Why don't you go?" At the same time, a blank piece of paper was thrown into the tub again.

This time, like the last time, the ghost once again descended from the curtain along the red thread and entered the basin, and after a short time, the paper in the basin was once again wrapped in black juice like splashed ink, and when the black juice was gone, a knife appeared on the paper.

My grandmother nodded and asked the curtain, "You feel wronged by your death and want revenge, right?" ”

The curtain shook slightly, as if nodding, obviously my grandmother had said it.

My grandmother sighed lightly, "I see that you have been dead for a long time, and I am afraid that your enemy will also die a long time ago, so why should you bother." ”

After my grandmother finished speaking, the curtain didn't react at all, as if she was thinking about my grandmother's words.

After a while, the curtain shook again, this time in a strange way, as if it had been blown by the wind, swaying back and forth, as if shaking its head.

Seeing this, my grandmother frowned and asked again, "Did you say that your enemy is not dead?" ”

When my grandmother said this, the curtain suddenly stopped shaking, and it was quiet as if it had never moved, as if my grandmother had spoken again.

"And who is your enemy?" My grandmother fished out the old paper and threw it into the basin with a new piece of paper.

Maybe my grandmother didn't have a good question, or maybe the ghost didn't know how to draw it, and the water and the curtain in the tub didn't move for a long time.

Just when my grandmother was about to ask it in a different way, suddenly a cold wind blew from behind my grandmother, but the wind was not strong, and it blew on my grandmother one after another, and it felt like pushing my grandmother.

My grandmother felt something, and when she looked up, she was taken aback, and saw that the red curtain on the door frame was gone, and the red that she tied to the lower corner of the curtain was hanging softly on the ground.

I didn't expect the blood-red curtain to be a "ghost miasma".

My grandmother slowly stood up from the edge of the tub. The two curtains disappeared at the same time, and there was only one possibility, the ghost in the house wanted my grandmother to go in and see, and there might be the answer to the question just now.

However, my grandmother didn't rush in, stood at the door and thought about it, then took out a handful of rice from her baggage and held it in her palm, puffed herself up, and then cautiously walked in.

The light is darker, and with the dust everywhere, it feels pretty eerie!

There are also a lot of furnishings in the room, and there is a dressing table, which can be concluded to be a girl's boudoir.

My grandmother stood at the door and looked inside, and then her eyes fell on the show bed with a curtain hanging in the corner of the wall, and when she looked around the room just now, my grandmother just glanced at the bed, the curtain was open, and there seemed to be something on the bed, but she didn't care.

At this time, when I looked closely, my grandmother was so frightened that she almost didn't scream, and she saw a dried corpse lying on the bed, her hands and face had turned purple-brown, and the flesh was shriveled and stuck to the bone frame like black straw paper, which looked very terrifying.

My grandmother took a few steps towards the bed, and with the courage to take another look, judging from the clothes and shoes on the dry corpse, it was a female corpse, which should be the corpse of the ghost just now.

Seeing a ghost and seeing a corpse are actually two different things, looking at the dried corpse my grandmother was a little scared at this time, after all, she was only a ten-year-old girl at the time, and her psychological tolerance was limited, and she faced a dried corpse alone in a dim and gloomy room, saying that she was not afraid that it was fake.

My grandmother didn't dare to look any further, so she hurried from the inside to the outside, and then she walked towards the opposite room.

When I walked into this room, it looked like a man's room, and there was also a corpse in it that made my grandmother's heart beat, but this corpse was not a dry corpse, it had turned into a skeleton shelf, and next to the skull shelf, there was a rusty iron sword, it seemed that the deceased committed suicide by wiping his neck with an iron sword! -The Last Ghost Hunter-