Chapter 278: Little White Flag

I stayed at Xue Qian's house for half a night. I talked about it until dawn, and I didn't say why. Xue Qian has been gagging, teasing from time to time. I don't think he's trying to help me. Instead, I want to see my liveliness.

I know Xue Qian's temperament well, if it weren't for the real encounter, he wouldn't be serious. So I didn't bother with him.

I saw Mr. Lu yawning and looking drowsy, so I could only sigh and say, "You also let me toss for half the night." I won't bother you anymore. I'll go back first. โ€

Mr. Lu said, "Why are you going back?" Sleep here. โ€

I said, "I'm not sure I got here. I want to go back and see. What if there's any clue I've found? โ€

Mr. Lu said sleepily: "A sleepwalker, what is there to check?" โ€

Then he fell headfirst on the couch. Then he snored. Dumb clip clip.

I smiled bitterly, waved my hand to Xue Qian, and walked out.

It was four or five o'clock in the morning. The vegetable farmers who rushed to the morning market are here again.

I watched them drive past me in groups on tricycles. I sniffed sharply, and some cold air cleared my brain a lot.

With my head down, I walked slowly along the road, looking around as I walked. Mr. Lu said that I was sleepwalking, but I always felt that it was not like it.

I secretly calculated in my heart that when I lost consciousness, I was in an empty house. When I woke up, I arrived at Xue Qian's house. So what happened along the way? I just need to look into it carefully, and I should be able to find out.

I was thinking about this when I caught a glimpse of a small white flag on the side of the road.

These flags are tied up with white paper from the inside of the paper shop. Triangular, wrapped around a small wooden stick. Generally, it is only used at the time of the funeral, all the way. Plugging in all the way, it can be regarded as leading the way for the little ghost.

It's not unusual, but when I looked at it again today, I paid attention.

I stood on the side of the road and slowly crouched down. Then look forward with your neck tilted. Sure enough, there was a small white flag a dozen paces away.

I walked over in confusion, and then walked all the way, looking all the way. One found the last white flag, and I looked up and saw that I was standing at the door of Xue Qian's house.

I chuckled inwardly, "There's really something dirty." Could it be that there was a little ghost to guide the way last night? planted a white flag and led me to Xue Qian's house? โ€

To confirm this idea, I turned around and walked back and walked in the opposite direction along the white flag. After walking for a while, I found that these white flags finally led to the empty house.

I stood at the door of the empty house, and my heart became more and more hesitant: "Who is calculating me?" Is it a human or a ghost? โ€

I wandered the street for a while. In the end, it was decided to go back to the empty house first and get the big knife.

When I walked in, I was startled by what I saw inside.

I saw stacks of paper money piled up on the bed. The paper money was tied into bundles and placed on my bed like real money.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think of the empty house in Yucheng. Could it be that another imp wants to ask me for help?

I walked over to the bed and gently touched the paper money.

The paper money collapsed in an instant. Paper ashes flying. Turns into a pile of powder in bed.

That's when I realized that the paper money had been burned. The outermost sheets were intact pieces of paper, and the inside was full of paper ashes.

I wondered, "Can anyone but a ghost put paper ashes like this?" โ€

I want to call Mr. Lu right away. But after touching my pocket, I remembered that I lost my phone when I went to Anle Temple. And since I came back, I have been hovering between life and death, and I don't care about buying it again.

I want to go to Xue Qian's house to call Mr. Lu over and ask him to analyze and analyze. But when I got to the door, I hesitated. They were tossed by me for half the night. I'm afraid I'm sleeping at this time, so I'd better not toss them.

It is better to ask for others than for myself, and there will always be times when I face these things alone.

I turned back and stood in the middle of the empty house. I'm going to see if there are any more clues.

There are two reasons why I am so bold today. First, it is broad daylight now, and the yang energy is vigorous, and I have a little more courage. Secondly. The pile of paper money on the bed was clearly someone bribing me. Since the other party sent the money, there should be no malicious intent.

I walked around the room and soon found some clues.

I saw the four corners of the empty house. There was a pinch of incense ash, and a pile of paper ash. Apparently, someone used to worship the four corners here.

I wondered, "The Empty House is a very special place. There has always been only one ghost here, and that is the owner of the empty house. After the ghost woman is gone, I am the only one who lives here. In this place, there can't be any other ghosts, why would anyone worship the four corners here? โ€

I stood in the corner and thought for a while, and suddenly my head was excited: "Do you have to worship ghosts by worshipping the four corners?" Are these incense candles and paper money for worshipping me? โ€

When I think about this, I get more and more uneasy. The other party should have no malicious intent. But it's too secretive for me to guard against.

According to my plan, I should have gone to Mr. Lui, but it was too early. I decided to wait until the afternoon.

The rest of the time I had nothing to do but swept all the paper dust out of the bed. As I worked, I muttered in my heart: "I'm afraid these paper money is a lot of wealth for a little ghost, but I'm a big living person, what's the use of asking for these things?" โ€

The empty house was dirty and dilapidated, and it was the first time I had cleaned it. After I finally cleaned up the paper ashes, I was exhausted and out of breath.

I lay on the bed, panting with a big knife in my arms. After a moment's gasp, a feeling of sleepiness enveloped me.

I looked at the growing number of pedestrians outside and thought, "It's daytime, so it's okay to get some sleep." โ€

Thinking of this, I fell asleep in a daze.

After days of running, I have developed a habit that I dare not sleep too hard, even in my sleep. I closed my eyes and snored, but my ears were not idle. I kept listening to the sounds of pedestrians outside.

Suddenly, all the voices were gone. I chuckled and woke up from my sleep.

I opened my eyes, looked around, and immediately complained in secret.

Like yesterday, I couldn't see anything. It was dark all around, and there was not a single light. I'm locked in mid-air again.

I shouted loudly, and the voice drifted out far away, and it didn't float back. It was as if I was in the wilderness.

I sat down cross-legged. With the experience of the first two days, I knew that there was no escape from this place, and I could only wait. Wait for yourself to fall slowly.

The process was long, and at first, I looked down from time to time to see if there were any lights under my feet, and as time went on, I didn't bother to look at it.

I lay flat in the dark, resigned to my fate, and let my body fall downward.

I don't know how long it took for me to finally see the light under my feet. This time I was calm, just curious to see where it would end.

Ten minutes or so later, I heard a buzz in my ears and I fell to the ground. I looked left and right, it seemed to be on the street, the buildings on both sides were familiar, and it seemed that I came here a lot.

I looked at it for a long time, and suddenly found that this was at the gate of Xue Qian's house. And I was tied to a tree.

Surprised, annoyed, I exclaimed, "What's going on? Mr. Lu, Xue Qian, did you tie me up? โ€

A few seconds later, the door opened. I saw Mr. Lu and Xue Qian walk out. The two of them yawned and looked at me, neither of them spoke, but let me go in silence.

Mr. Lu waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Zhao Mang, you can go." โ€

I glared and said, "I'll be able to go." You have to at least make it clear, why are you tying me up here? โ€

Mr. Lu and Xue Qian glanced at each other, as if they had some secrets. After a while, Mr. Lu said vaguely: "Zhao Mang, it's for your own good to tie you up." You run around while sleepwalking, what if you run into danger? โ€

I looked at the two of them suspiciously: "You were worried that I was in danger, so you tied me up?" โ€

Mr. Lu and Xue Qian nodded with strange expressions.