The words of the yin ghost woman made my cold sweat flow down.

It turned out that she had already discovered the strangeness of the painting. In this way, my life was really hanging by a thread that day, but fortunately I stabilized her with a three-inch tongue. Otherwise, I would have been dead for many days.

Seeing that I looked scared, the ghost woman smiled proudly. She said, "Boy, you have seen my methods, so don't take chances against me." Otherwise, hehe, I wouldn't mind getting married again.

I nodded in trepidation, muttering: understood, understood. My appearance at this time is probably very cowardly.

The Yin Ghost Woman took two steps back, then straightened up and knelt down towards the Martyrs' Shrine.

Aunt Xue shouted in a low voice: What is this for?

The ghost woman fell to the ground and began to slowly shout a series of names from her mouth. The names are very unpretentious, or rather rustic. It's nothing more than some kind of bull, two, horse, and three.

After the Yin Ghost Woman shouted two names, I suddenly reacted and shouted loudly: This is the name of the villager, remember it, remember it. He who will be enshrined in the future.

There was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for writing couplets on the table, but the master who wrote had already scared away.

I dragged my frightened legs, staggered over, picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to put pen to paper on the yellow paper. As I wrote, I thought in my heart: Steady, steady, these names are going to be on the tablet, in case one is written wrongly, the yin ghost woman will be angry, and my name will have to be added to the tablet.

Fortunately, the Yin Ghost Woman reads very slowly, and when she pronounces a name, she often thinks about it for a while. It seems that some villagers, even she doesn't know what to call them. So that there are a lot of names, such as Niu Er's daughter-in-law and Niu Er's brother.

After about half an hour, she finally finished reading. There is still some regret on his face: unfortunately, some folks can't remember it in the end.

When the yin ghost woman spoke, no one dared to interject, and the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of the whirring wind.

She slowly stood up and said to me: "Boy, don't forget the agreement between you and me, otherwise she didn't finish her words, and suddenly her eyes rolled and she fell to the ground."

At the same time, the wind around them gradually weakened, and the clouds in the sky disappeared.

Mr. Lu and Aunt Xue snatched it up and helped Xue Qian up. Moments later, he was woken up.

I saw that he was pale and dazed, but his eyes were normal, and he was looking around and asking what had happened to us.

It seems that the ghost woman is gone.

Mr. Lu said to me: The matter has been done, let's go to the beam.

I looked around, and there was no one left, whether it was the workers or the security guards. The leaders of the district were also helped away. There are only a few of us left in the Martyrs' Shrine of Nuoda.

I sighed, picked up the copper coins and wooden plaques on the ground, and tied them back to the chopsticks. Then he grabbed the ladder and learned the carpenter's words while climbing: The prince is here, the gods abdicate, and the beam is shining.

It's just that there are no firecrackers or crowds at this time. The originally joyful words were shouted out, and they became desolate and pitiful.

This time, without further incident, I stood at the top of the ladder and stuffed my chopsticks and wooden tags into the gap left on the beams.

After doing this, I sighed and slowly retreated.

Mr. Lu was waiting for me below, he held the roll of yellow paper in his hand, and said, "When you have time, send this thing to the district government and let them make a tablet."

I nodded and said, "What are we going to do now?" Go home?

Mr. Lu looked at Aunt Xue and said, "Mrs. Xue, what do you say we should do?"

Aunt Xue waved her hand: Forget it, you don't have to go home, just go on the road here.

Xue Qian and I said suspiciously: What do you mean? Are you going to leave now? Where to go?

Aunt Xue said: Mr. Lu is injured, I have to accompany him to a place to help him find a way to heal his injuries.

I was shocked: why are you going too?

Aunt Xue smiled bitterly: Otherwise, why do you think Mr. Lu was born and died to help me deal with the Yin Ghost Mother? I have a special physique, and with me by my side this time, he will have a much better chance of success.

Xue Qian looked at Mr. Lu with some annoyance: Old way. It turns out that there are conditions for helping our family catch ghosts.

Mr. Lu waved his hand: Don't say it so ugly. It was I who begged Mrs. Xue, and you know that my injuries are very serious, and in order to save my life, I can only force people to make it difficult, so I begged her to go.

Aunt Xue also said: Don't blame Mr. Lu, being able to save someone's life can be regarded as repaying the favor.

Xue Qian asked again: Where are you going? Will it be dangerous?

Aunt Xue glanced at Mr. Lu hesitantly.

Mr. Lu's expression was also a little evasive: There is some danger, naturally, but I promise you that as long as I have a breath, I will not let people hurt Mrs. Xue.

Xue Qian snorted: Isn't it easy for you to lose your breath like this? Then he dragged Aunt Xue: Mom, let's not go, let's go home?

Aunt Xue touched Xue Qian's head: You are obedient. We must not be ungrateful. And don't worry, I have also heard Mr. Lu talk about the situation in that place. I know it.

Xue Qian asked again: Then you sue me, where is that place? I need to know.

Mr. Lu shook his head: This place, not too many people can know. If it weren't for the fact that the injury was too severe, I wouldn't have let Mrs. Xue go there.

Mrs. Xue said to Xue Qian: I have saved a lot of money over the years, you know where it is. After I'm gone, you don't have to save flowers. Within a month, I'll be back. Then she looked at me and said: Zhao Mang, you and Xue Qian are good friends, take care of him more if you have something.

I said with a sad face: I am now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect myself. What about Xue Qian? All I ask him to do is take care of me.

Mr. Lu patted me on the shoulder: Boy, when I was leaving, I had to remind you that the house left by the Yin Ghost Woman was a little unusual.

I was shocked: what an unusual method?

Mr. Lu took out the compass, pointed to a red line on it, and said, "Do you remember when I asked you to follow this red line to find that room?"

I nodded: yes. Your compass is quite interesting, and that night, the line glowed red.

Mr. Lu said: This line is called the empty death line. It is in the middle of the two hexagrams. If there is a room, it is riding right on this line in the very center. The house is called the empty house. It's a slim chance, but it's not impossible.

I said, "The house of the ghost woman is an empty house?"

Mr. Lu nodded: That's right, it's the empty house. This kind of house is not for the living. All those who come and go in it are ghosts.

I swallowed and spit, cursed secretly, and said, "Then if I live in it, won't I have to let the ghosts harm me sooner or later?" What's the difference between this and living in a mass grave?

Mr. Lu thought for a while and said, "That's not necessarily. There may not be a ghost in that room for ten days and half a month, or it is possible that the ghost who comes is just passing by and will not pay attention to you. What's more, you are the person designated by the Yin Ghost Woman. So, you are now the owner of the empty house, and those ghosts will not trouble you.

I lowered my head and didn't speak, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt panicked. The punishment is heavy enough.

Mr. Lu dug it in his pocket. Hand me the tooth: You have this with you. At the critical moment, it may be able to save your life.

I picked up the tooth and was depressed: had it come to the point where I was going to save my life? How dangerous must that room be?

Mr. Lu patted me on the shoulder, looking very sympathetic: I have seen your knife for you, and there is nothing wrong for the time being. You take the knife and hang it in the house. With this knife, those little ghosts don't dare to touch you, after all, it is a murderous knife that has killed countless people. But there's one thing you have to keep in mind, don't let this knife get on human blood.

I nodded and agreed.

Mr. Lu said again: I put that painting in Xue Qian's house. If you like it, hang it in that room. Although you won't use it, it's a painting that the Buddha talked about. After a long time of worship, there must be some aura.

I waved my hand: Mr. Lu, what you said about my legs and stomach is weak.

Mr. Lu laughed: Zhao Mang, you just need to be careful to live for a month. When I come back, with me in charge, it's not a problem to be in that empty house.

I sighed: What if you don't come back? Can I sneak away. Leaving the city?

Mr. Lu waved his hand: Get out, Lao Tzu will definitely come back. As for you, hehe, if there are no special circumstances, it is better to live in an empty house every night. Although the Yin Ghost Woman is a little sane, she is a ghost after all. This kind of thing admits death, if you lie to her, it's okay not to be discovered, in case it is discovered, you can't eat and walk around.

I said weakly, "Okay, whatever, what kind of empty house is there?" I'll just rent a rent-free house.

He looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late, we two should go."

Then Mr. Lu and Aunt Xue waved goodbye to us in front of the Martyrs' Shrine, but they didn't let us follow. I saw them walk a street far away and then take a taxi.

Xue Qian also waved her hand a little excitedly, and said to me: Zhao Mang, let's go home.

I laughed and said, "Xue Qian, I have been at your house for more than half a month. This time I have a home. How about I invite you to stay with us?

Xue Qian saw through me at a glance, he glared and said: Are you kid afraid of ghosts and want me to be your companion?

I had to nod: Brother is in trouble, you can't see death without help.