Lao Ling's shop was sprinkled with a circle of lime powder around it, and people in the countryside thought that lime powder could ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts.

I haven't entered Lao Ling's shop for a long time, according to my grandfather, this is the old mansion handed down by my ancestors, and the funeral items that my grandfather used to handle for the white mourners were all completed in this old mansion.

I didn't dare to go back to my new home because I was worried that the ghost of my third uncle would come to seek revenge at night. My grandfather has been in business all his life, and he should have some spiritual power, which may be able to help me avoid this difficulty.

Although the old house was sprinkled with lime powder and the window lattices were pasted with rune paper, I was still uneasy. Even if I can avoid the ghost of the third uncle and mother-in-law with the help of these, I can hide for a while, but I can't hide for a lifetime, right?

I have to think of a thoughtful way to disperse the soul of the third uncle, so that I can sit back and relax. But I racked my brains, and I couldn't think of any good way.

I paced around the old mansion with a heavy heart, and my heart became more and more anxious as I saw that the sky was slowly getting darker.

It was prescient for the ancients to say, 'Drink wine to drown sorrows,' and in a hurry, I picked up the jar of wine on the table covered with grease. But when he grabbed the sprinkling altar, he was immediately disappointed in his heart, and there was no wine in it for a long time.

I sighed and slammed the jar on the table. There was a crackling sound, and the wine jar made of ceramics was not broken. I glanced at the wine jar in amazement, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck me.

Grandpa said that artifacts with spiritual power can be used to deal with evil spirits. This wine jar has accompanied my grandfather all his life, and my grandfather drinks wine and recites incantations every day, so isn't this wine jar exactly the magic weapon I am seeking?

I didn't care if my thoughts were right, so I quickly put the wine jar on the small wooden table in the center of the old mansion, prepared some cinnabar painting talismans, and pasted them on the lid of the wine jar.

After looking around, I felt that it was still not enough insurance, but I was afraid that the ghost of the third uncle was too powerful and could break through the lime line and rune paper outside, and I had no good way to beat her into the wine jar.

The only way now is for me to play dead. The interesting things that grandpa said before came to me at this moment, and all of them came out of my mind.

I dug through the wooden cabinet and found a puppet doll that my grandfather bought for me when I was a child. After taking the cinnabar pen, I wrote my name and birth date on yellow paper and pasted it on the puppet doll.

Carefully putting the puppet doll into the wine jar, I grabbed a short flat pole from the corner of the door, put it under my armpit, and walked nervously to the west of the village.

This time I was not afraid of ghosts, but I was afraid of people finding out, because I had to use the blood of a black dog to transform my soul, and the little black dog of Ling Yaliang's family in the west of the village naturally became my lifesaver.

By evening, very few people in the village had come out. The little black dog is usually familiar with me, and he ran up to me affectionately and dragged my trouser legs, and while it was defenseless, he took it down and succeeded smoothly.

I couldn't bear it in my heart, I made a gesture at the corpse of the little black dog, and made an excuse and said: "Little Hei, you can vote for people in the next life, I am helping you get rid of it now, but you can cast your life early, don't blame me, don't thank me!" ”

Afraid that the dog's blood would coagulate, I hurriedly returned to Lao Ling's shop, found a kitchen knife in the kitchen, cut my throat and bleed, and filled a small bowl of black dog blood.

Then I found two more planks, put them together, rested them on two benches, and lit a lantern on the side of the board.

With all this done, I lay down directly on the plank, and then I was relieved. Now I am waiting for the ghost of the third uncle to come, and the puppet doll with my birth date and name written on it will make the third uncle think that it is my soul and that I am already a 'corpse'.

Lying on my back on the board, there was a dead silence in the old house, and I listened nervously to the movement outside, but my eyes fell on a cloth bag on the girder in the center of the roof.

This cloth bag is filled with 'evergreen', when the countryside builds a new house, they will hang a bag on the beam, which is said to be able to ward off evil spirits.

I've been curious about this bag of evergreen since I was a child, but I have an indescribable taste, and I always feel weird. It's not surprising to me because the bag for evergreen is made of a very bright red cloth, which reminds me of the red cloth that I often saw when I went out with my grandfather.

In my thoughts, I peeked into the sky outside and saw that it was dark, and only the ever-bright lamp above my head was flickering with a dim firelight, which was particularly eerie.

I hadn't wound the old-fashioned wooden-shelled table clock in the old house since my grandfather died, and for some reason, it suddenly rang twelve times in a row.

It was so strange that I immediately became nervous. Just as I was about to pinch out the water in my palm, suddenly the wind sounded outside, and through the door panel, a gust of wind blew the ever-bright lamp to the side.

Strangely, if the wind is there, it seems to be circling around Lao Ling's shop. Why doesn't it blow in? Is it really that the lime line is blocking the door?

The strange wind circled the house three times, and suddenly there was no movement, and the flame on the ever-bright lamp stabilized.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and was secretly glad that it worked, and when the ghost of the third uncle finally didn't come in, I suddenly felt an itch on my cheeks, and something seemed to be rubbed in my eyes.

I was about to reach out and wipe it, when suddenly my heart tightened. No, how can dust fall on the girders? Could it be that the third uncle couldn't enter the old mansion from all sides and came in from the roof?

Oops, I forgot, in the past, in order to let in the light, the old house would often uncover the tiles and put a piece of glass, which was both light and weatherproof. This glass window was not pasted with rune paper because of my negligence, and the ghost of the third uncle may have come in from there.

I endured the itch, reminding me that I was a 'corpse' now and that I must not move. I closed my eyes slightly, leaving only one eyeliner to sneak a peek up.

As a wisp of dust drifted down, I was horrified to find an ugly head peeking out of the beam above my head. It was a big snake, and I don't know what its scientific name was, but it's very common in our place anyway, and it's called a 'fiery snake'.

Legend has it that the snake in the family cannot be killed even if it is seen, because it is the incarnation of the deceased ancestor when he came home to see it. But the fierce snake that appeared at this time definitely wouldn't be the ancestor of my old Ling family, right?

It must have been the ghost of the third uncle who turned into a fierce snake, and she may have also sensed that my ancestral house had spiritual power, so she used this way to deceive the spiritual power of the old mansion to come in.

Fortunately, this snake is not poisonous, I have seen this striped animal hair in my heart since I was a child, but at this moment, as a corpse, I must endure and not move at all.

The snake's ugly head seemed to be watching me as well, and it stared at me for a long time before slowly swimming towards the middle of the girder. I cried out in my heart, because the position where I was lying when I pretended to be dead was directly below the girder, and the fierce snake transformed by the ghost of the third uncle must have wanted to swim above me, condescendingly, and pounced directly on my face.

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