The ugly snake's head suddenly rose up, and the terrifying fierce light in the snake's eyes was almost exactly the same as the third uncle's eyes glaring at me that night.

It swam slowly along the girder, and suddenly retracted into the head of the snake. As if encountering some natural enemy, the fierce snake erected its upper body, stared at the front and tried to pounce several times, but it was quite jealous and shrank back.

I'm scared and scared, but people who pretend to be dead can't keep their eyes open to observe, right? I squinted my eyes and stared at them for a long time, but I didn't see any foreign objects.

I wondered for a while, staring at the dusty green bag above my head that couldn't see its original color, and I could faintly feel in my heart that maybe the snake was afraid of it.

Together, this thought confirmed my thoughts. That snake must have been transformed by the ghost of the third uncle, because the real fierce snake, how could he be afraid of this 10,000-year-old green bag? In turn, it also made me secretly surprised in my heart, I didn't expect this bag to really drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

The serpent froze for a moment, then suddenly turned around, swam to the wall, and slid down the pillar.

The serpent fell to the ground, and I could no longer see its movements, and I held my breath, remembering that I was now a dead man, and did not dare to move.

After a while, a strange fishy smell rushed into my nose. If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I guess I would have vomited on the spot as soon as I washed this smell.

If it was really just a snake, I would have slapped it out at this moment, but it was a demon, and in order to save my life, I could only hold on and remain like a dead corpse.

The fishy stench rolled around my face, and the smell slowly faded. A thin, cold thing touched my arm, and I couldn't help but be happy.

My trick of pretending to be dead worked, and the ghost of the third uncle couldn't smell me, thinking that I had died suddenly. The snake's tail touched me, indicating that the snake's head had turned to the wine jar on the table next to him.

The puppet doll with my birth date and name written on it probably made the third uncle think that my soul had been contained in the wine jar.

She didn't have much doubt, because people her age understood the customs of the old countryside. After this person died, some enlightened people went to cremation, some wanted coffins for burial, and some poor people, that is, after cremation, they had no money to buy a coffin, so they found a jar to hold the ashes of the deceased.

Although my body is still there, it is said that after people die and become ghosts, their thinking will not be as meticulous as that of people in the yang world, and they should have deceived the third uncle.

When the cold tail crossed my arm, I knew that my opportunity had come, and if I was cowardly, I would lose the opportunity to dissipate her spirit, and from then on I would be haunted by evil spirits, and my life would be lost.

I turned my head slightly, and sure enough, I saw a small tip dangling outside the jar, and the body of the snake was almost completely burrowed into the jar.

I quietly touched the bowl of black dog blood placed under the bed board, and suddenly turned sideways and poured the whole bowl of black dog blood into the wine jar.

A terrible scream came from the wine jar, and a wisp of black smoke slowly rose out of the mouth of the jar. I don't know if the ghost of the third uncle has turned into that wisp of black smoke, and I am more worried about whether it will break free, so in a hurry, I grabbed the altar cover with talisman paper on the table, and smashed it on the altar.

The black smoke retracted into the altar and disappeared, and I breathed a long sigh of relief when I saw that the lid had sealed the mouth of the altar tightly.

I lifted the planks and rested them against the wall, pulled out a bench and sat down. I usually sit in a chair with a regular manner, but at this time, I feel more comfortable with one foot resting on the chair.

After lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs, I looked at the ghost jar, and I blew out the lantern used to pretend to be dead, and at the same time turned on the incandescent lamp in the room.

At that moment, I felt surprisingly good. From the original to go out with my grandfather to do funerals, thinking it was just a trick to cheat money, until now, I not only believe that there are ghosts in this world, but also use the method that my grandfather said, actually put the ghost town in the jar, this kind of pride is indescribable, because my grandfather has never encountered this kind of thing in his life.

I took a few more puffs of cigarette, and while I was thinking about what to do with this ghostly wine jar, suddenly something slammed into my heavenly spirit lid, startling me a lot.

Rubbing my aching scalp, I saw a cloth bag wrapped in a few large leaves fall in front of me, and a layer of ash was sprinkled on the side, choking on my nose, itching so sadly.

Ever since I was sensible, I haven't seen anyone touch this bag of evergreen, because it's a place that can't even be reached by a ladder, and I didn't expect it to fall down now.

Forget it, I don't live in Lao Ling's shop anyway, so there's no need to hang it back. Just as I was thinking about sweeping it into the trash, I suddenly felt a move in my heart: the ghost snake was afraid of this bag just now, could there be some secret in it?

I immediately picked up the bag carefully. After unplugging the Wan Nianqing inside, the bag was still half-bulging, which made me feel more and more strange, thinking that there must be something else in the bag.

Carefully flipped the bag upside down on the wooden table, and an unbelievable piece of sheepskin or cowhide rolled out of it, along with two semicircular stone rings.

Curious, I wiped the ash off the two stone rings, and when it was revealed, I was immediately excited.

I really didn't expect that these were actually two crystal clear jade rings. The jade was turquoise, and when I put them together, a large, slightly exaggerated ring immediately appeared in front of me.

The ancestor actually passed down this treasure, which must be worth a lot of money, but unfortunately it fell into two pieces when it fell just now. Alas, it's better to wait until you are free to go to the city to inquire if there is a jewelry store that will repair these two pieces of jade!

When I carefully laid out the skin, I found that it was actually full of words. The text is written in cinnabar, and I can't imagine that it has not faded after an unknown number of years.

The four big words completely stunned me, "Xuanmu Heart Method"? Could it be that I am really like the knights in the martial arts book, and I accidentally got the shocking martial arts secrets?

But this excitement didn't last long, and after reading the two paragraphs with excitement, I was very disappointed. What kind of bullshit is this? Isn't it the same one that my grandfather taught me to recite when he was alive? actually gave such a tall name, pretending to be mysteriously hanging high above the beam!

Disappointed, I threw the piece of skin against the wall, and when it hit the wall, it bounced off and crumpled.

What other words do you seem? I picked it up curiously and looked at it, and I actually saw the reverse side of the skin, and there were a few lines of words written on it.

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm