Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Almighty Glutinous Rice

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I didn't notice it just now, but when I looked at it a second time, I realized that not only did the shadows of me and Ali come out, but there was also an extra shadow on the ground at some point.

I was stunned for a moment, and my brain didn't understand what the extra shadow meant.

A second later, I turned my head almost furiously to look at the wind lanterns on the floor, only to find that there was nothing on the floor except the lit ones.

Could it be a mistake? It's impossible, the probability of two people reading wrong at the same time is too small. I turned my head again to look at the shadow on the ground. In addition to Ali's shadow, the other two shadows (one of which was mine) spread to my feet. In other words, both shadows are projected from me.

Two shadows for one person.

It reminds me of a football game where the players have four shadows on the pitch. However, that is also due to the fact that the light is projected from different angles.

I went to see the wind lanterns again. We only have one light on right now. In other words, there is no problem of different lights shining from different angles. So what is it about the situation that makes me have two shadows unconsciously?

The problem is obvious, there is a shadow that is not mine.

I stood up, and the two shadows on the ground moved, stretched long by the light. I raised my hand and waved my arm, and the two shadows on the ground waved their arms as well, and there was no dullness in their movements, as if they were my own shadows. I shook my head again, and noticed that the shadows on the ground had followed suit

These two shadows can't really be mine, right? I'm starting to get a little skeptical. After moving his feet again, he became even more suspicious. I would turn around and look at Ali sitting on the floor, and I thought to myself, could it be that she forgot to turn off the flashlight on her shoulder just now? But when I saw Ali, I realized that she had already turned off the flashlight.

"There are ghosts." Ali said quietly with her head buried in her head. From the moment I stood up like a fool and raised her hands and feet, she buried her head and said nothing. I thought she was too scared to look at it, but I didn't expect her to be thinking.

"Well, there are ghosts." I nodded in agreement.

Ali raised her head and looked at me, a glint flashing in her eyes: "I'm not kidding you, there are really ghosts." As she spoke, I saw her stand up and start rummaging through her backpack. While looking for it, he muttered to himself, "Yes, there must be a ghost." It must be. ”

I looked at her with a look of sudden realization and a happy expression, and I couldn't figure it out, so I watched her rummage through her backpack.

Ali rummaged for a while, and took out a bag of palm-sized things from her bag. The thing was wrapped in a black plastic bag, and it was impossible to see what was inside. When Ali opened it, reached in and grabbed a handful of white flowers, I realized that it was glutinous rice.

Damn, how is it glutinous rice again. This reminds me of the corpse under the plank road of a thousand coffins. I subconsciously touched the place on my shoulder that was bitten by the corpse, and said that this glutinous rice has a lot of uses, which can not only fill the stomach but also ward off evil spirits. It's just like water can carry a boat and cook porridge.

I saw Ali take out a handful of glutinous rice, and without looking at it, she threw it directly to the ground on the other side of the shadow. I knew that it took two or three to stop. By the time she stopped, a thin layer of glutinous rice had been laid on the ground.

I looked at Ali and asked her, "That's it?" ”

Ali nodded.

I asked her again, "And then?" ”

"Oh, brother, take off your shoes and walk around them barefoot." As she spoke, Ali pointed to the glutinous rice on the ground.

You're not only spoiling the grain, you're also instructing me to trample on it. I said in my heart. But given that the situation is really weird, I did it anyway. Thinking about it, I sat down and started taking off my shoes. But before she could take off a shoe, Ali covered her nose and screamed.

"Stinky fart, I haven't taken off my shoes yet." I took off my shoes slipperily, "And your brother and I take a bath every day at home, and he is a person who loves cleanliness." ”

"Just kidding." Ali's mood seems to be much better, I don't know if it's because she sees hope. "I'm not sick and go up and walk twice." As she spoke, Ali pointed to the glutinous rice on the ground.

"Got it, don't rush." I stood barefoot in front of the glutinous rice "carpet", took a deep breath, and walked up when I counted to three.

As a result, I stepped on it when I was counting to two.

This mausoleum was built under the Xima pond, so the temperature is not very high. I was standing barefoot on the ground, and I could even feel a chill coming up from the soles of my feet. But after I stepped on the glutinous rice with my first foot, the cold feeling suddenly disappeared. Instead, a slightly warm sensation came from the soles of the feet.

At first, I thought it was the temperature of the glutinous rice itself, so I didn't pay much attention to it. But when the second foot stepped on the glutinous rice, a noticeable warmth rose from the soles of the feet. After closing my eyes and feeling it, I was a little delighted but also a little surprised when I was sure that it was not the temperature of the glutinous rice itself. I am glad that this glutinous rice really works. I was surprised that these two shadow questions did come to me.

Could it be that something unclean is lying on my back? Thinking about me, I was stunned, and immediately thought of the big-faced corpse with the fat man who quietly lay on our backs when he was climbing the thief hole. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, and my heart said I wouldn't carry it like this, right? What are those things here too? Thinking about it, I wanted to touch my back with my backhand.

"Don't touch it." Ali said, "Brother, you don't have anything on your back, I checked it just now." You keep going. ”

I was relieved to hear Ali say this, and I was about to lift my feet to walk, but I felt that the temperature under my feet seemed to suddenly rise a lot. If it was just a spring-like warmth, now it's a scorching summer day.

I thought it was a hallucination caused by psychological effects, so I ignored it, raised my foot and took another step forward. But after stepping on this step, there was a burning sensation like a soldering iron on the soles of my feet, and I jumped up reflexively. But when I fell to the ground, it was the burning pain that awaited me.

"Holy! What's the situation? Why is it so hot?! I kept jumping on the glutinous rice, and just wanted to jump out but was stopped by Ali: "Brother, you can't come out yet!" ”

"If I stay on it any longer, I'll be on a teppanyaki!" I screamed. I used to hear people say that they jumped their feet, but now I understand the real meaning of jumping feet.

"Hold on a little longer!" Ali said, then pointed to the glutinous rice on the ground, and her tone revealed excitement: "Brother, look! Look! ”

"Look at what! It's scalding! Even if it's teppanyaki, it's also going to be turned over, okay! I screamed. The temperature under my feet already made me feel cold. This is probably the legendary reversal of things.

"No, look!"

I staggered down and looked down, and found that the glutinous rice I had just stepped on had turned black. This black is not like the pure black dyed with ink, but more like the charred black that appears after being calcined by charcoal.

"How so?" I yelled and asked Ali.

"It worked! Brother, that thing is on you! ”

"Nonsense! Now I know too! "I noticed that my hands were red and my whole body was starting to heat up." Hurry up and get this off me! If I don't hurry up, I'm going to be burned to death! ”

"Undress! Undressed and rolled on it! Ali shouted.

"Undressing? Still rolling? I almost broke down and asked her out loud, "How cooked do you want to be?" ”