Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from under the stones. Daddy immediately heard that it was the voice of the bamboo slipper.

Grandpa immediately understood that the water droplets condensed on the surface of the stone were due to its low temperature, and its low temperature was due to the very low temperature environment below. And the bottom of it is empty, so that the bamboo slip can get underneath.

The temperature is low and empty, and there must be a dry well under the stones.

But the temperature of the stone was so low that it was still a surprise to my grandfather. The ghost fighters kept the corpses of female ghosts in dry wells in order to preserve the corpses for a longer time. And this dry well is simply a natural ice cellar! No wonder the female ghost hasn't disappeared for more than two years.

Daddy leaned over and grabbed the two corners of the stone, trying to move the stone away. But no matter how hard he tried, the stone remained motionless, as if it had taken root and grew there. Daddy thought that the old man would not want anyone else to know that his female corpse was hidden here. Ordinary people will definitely spread the word if they know about it, and he will not ask ordinary people to help. When the other Ghost Fighters found out, they would definitely try to destroy it, because he was a competitor to the other Ghost Fighters. Therefore, the old man had to cover the stone on the dry well by himself.

Grandpa thought that his strength was not weaker than that of the old man, and that he could not move the stones that the old man could move. There is only one reason why it can't be moved, and that is that the old man has tampered with this stone. So, Daddy walked around the stone and carefully observed the sweaty stone.

Sure enough, Daddy found a yellow paper talisman attached to a stone in a hidden place. The color of the paper sigil is very close to the stone, and the night is hazy, so it is difficult to notice if you don't look closely. Daddy took off the yellow paper talisman. The yellow paper charm is only half the size of a palm, and a string of frizzy words are written on it: "It is said that the sky is high, and I dare not do it; It is said that the ground is thick, and I dare not not kick it. "It turned out to be a suppression charm.

Grandpa stuffed the suppression charm into his pocket, and used his hands to move the stone again, although it still took a lot of effort, but the stone was able to move.

As soon as the stone was removed, the bamboo slipper popped out of it, squeaking and screaming, looking panicked.

A wooden bar was stuck about six feet deep below the wellhead. A piece of hemp rope is tied to the stick. The hemp rope hangs further down, and at the end is a pair of shoes with the soles facing up. The sole was small, no more than three inches long, and at first glance it looked like a pair of donkey hooves. Beneath the hooves were a pair of beautiful and moving long legs, which were bare, giving people a deadly temptation. But it wasn't that she didn't have clothes, but that the hem of her clothes hung down even lower. The drooping hem covered her upper body and head, and Daddy couldn't see her face. But Daddy can be sure that this is the corpse of the female ghost.

She was raised by the old man in this dry well.

She must have been hanged upside down by the old man with her head on the ground. In the unseen depths, the top of her head was right next to the water in the well, and her hair must have been soaked in the cold water. Therefore, when Boss Zhao saw her, he found that her hair was wet and dripping.

I don't know if it's because the well water is cold or the corpse is cold, but my father looked at the well for a while and got goosebumps all over his body, feeling a strong coldness. He stood away from the well for a while, and his body immediately warmed up again. This surprised my father. He hadn't noticed that his body could warm up so quickly, as if he had a stove in his body.

The place where the ghost fighter hides his corpse is generally full of yin energy, and people with a slightly weaker body will not be able to stand it if they approach it. If you are exposed to it for a longer time, you will get sick.

After coming out of the well, the bamboo slipper has been next to his grandfather, as if his grandfather can keep him warm.

Grandpa thought to himself, could it be that the sunlight he used to suck has worked?

After his body warmed up, his father held on to the mouth of the well with one hand and grabbed the wooden strip stuck in the wall of the well with the other. The position of the wooden stick must have been carefully calculated, and Grandpa's hand just touched the wooden stick, but he couldn't grasp it, and he couldn't use force. If Daddy's body goes a little lower, he will fall into the well.

Daddy made several attempts to adjust his posture, but all failed.

At this time, the bamboo slippery next to the back of his father's neck squeaked again.

Daddy could tell that there was a warning. He looked at the textile mill not far away and saw a moving candle flame that seemed to be a large firefly crawling. Behind the firefly's ass was the face of the old man during the day, which was reflected by the faint light of the fire, adding a bit of horror. It was as if the old man was also a corpse.

Seeing that the old man seemed to be coming here, Grandpa hurriedly gave up the wooden stick and put the stone on the mouth of the well.

Turning around and just about to leave, Grandpa remembered the suppression charm in his pocket. So, Daddy turned around and pasted the suppression charm in its original position. It's a pity that the watermark on the stone is still there, and the water droplets can't be re-condensed in a short time. Grandpa had no choice but to rub the stones indiscriminately, messing up the watermark of the sitting and the watermark of the palm of his hand.

Then, Daddy took refuge in the nearby bushes.

The old man got closer and closer.

Daddy could see the old man's every move through the cracks in the grass, and could hear the creaking sound of his feet stepping on the grass. The candle in his hand was not protected from any wind, and the flame was beating so hard that it seemed to be extinguished at any time, but it was never extinguished.

He walked to the side of the dry well and saw that a lot of the "sweat" on the stone had been rubbed off, the watermark was messy, and his expression was panicked. But when he walked around the stone for half a circle, leaned down, and found that the yellow paper talisman was still there, his expression suddenly became extremely relaxed, and he snorted in his nose and sneered: "Which guy who doesn't know the height of the sky wants to destroy my adopted female ghost?" Is this stone something you can move if you want? ”

Hearing him say this, Grandpa was immediately relieved. The old man was so confident that he thought that the watermarks were left behind by someone else's sneaky attempt to sabotage and fail.

What is he doing here at such a late hour? Could it be that he is going to fight ghosts? Grandpa muttered in his heart.

The old man looked around, then placed the candle on the stone. He coughed and pulled out a knife from his waist that reflected the cold light.

Grandpa was startled, and secretly thought, could it be that he just said that just to confuse me? Has he actually found out and is going to take me by surprise with a knife?

But the old man did not rush into the grass with a knife, but put the blade on the finger of his own index finger. The knife was so sharp that with a slight pull, his fingers were bleeding. He pressed his thumb and middle finger against his index finger to let the blood flow more. Blood dripped on the stones, like strange red moss.

The old man pointed the blade at the candle and cut it into three pieces. Then he used the tip of his knife to pick the center of the two candles below, picking out the wick. Then, with the top candle flame, he lit the other two candles one by one. Three candles leap in the night wind.

He placed all three candles where the blood was dripping, then took a step back, knelt on the ground, and muttered words in his mouth.

Suddenly, the night wind was strong.

The three candles flickered violently. Grandpa, who was hiding in the grass, saw that the three candles were sometimes almost out of the wick of the candles. The candle flame seems to be fighting against the night wind, the candle flame must keep burning, and the night wind must suppress it. The candle flame is warm, and the night breeze is cold, just like the struggle between the poles of yin and yang.

The words in the old man's mouth grew faster and tighter. The night wind then grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, the candle flame could not resist the strong night wind and broke away from the wick, and floated in the air for a moment before extinguishing, like three jade beads thrown out in the night. Where the candle flame had been, there was only a strip of white smoke, winding like a footless centipede. The old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and let out a long sigh.

At that moment, a woman's head emerged from under the stone. The gap between the stone and the wellhead is very small, and the largest place is only for rats like bamboo slippers to pass through. But her big head actually came out of the crack and smiled at the old man.

It was the first time Daddy had seen her smile. Daddy believed that Zhao Yunhe had never seen her smile. But it's okay not to look at such a smile. Because it's not a nice thing to see a beautiful face smiling in such an environment. Daddy suddenly remembered a spirit called a beautiful snake.

According to the ancient books of Zhiyi, the beautiful snake is a spirit with a female head and a snake body, and her face will suddenly appear on the wall at night, and the snake body is hidden in the hole in the wall. If you meet a beautiful snake, she will call you by her name. If you say yes, she'll come and eat your meat in the middle of the night. If you are unfortunate enough to meet a beautiful snake and accidentally answer her, then only the flying centipede can save your life. When you go to bed at night, put the box containing the flying centipede next to it, and once the beautiful snake appears, the flying centipede will suddenly jump out and suck the brain marrow of the beautiful snake.

At this moment, the head of the female ghost is like the head of a beautiful woman on the wall, and her body is curled up in the crack of the stone like the body of a beautiful snake.

Grandpa thought to himself, beautiful snakes have flying centipedes that have surrendered, and this female ghost should also have something to restrain her. It's just that I don't have a clue what exactly can be used to subdue her.

The female ghost's hand came out from underneath and crawled out with great difficulty. The elasticity of her body seems infinite. With the movement of her hands, her body dragged out of the cracks in the stones.

During the whole process, the old man didn't help her a little, but his eyes were eager.

The female ghost got up from the ground and looked at the old man with a smile.

The old man waved impatiently, "Let's go." They've all arrived. You're going to be a little better tonight and give me a long face! ”

The female ghost nodded.

If someone who doesn't know what is going on listens to their conversation, they might think it's a pimp urging a prostitute to serve another man.

The old man put away the three candles on the stone, licked his severed index finger, and led the female ghost out of the place.

Seeing them go away, Take-yoko hurriedly ran out of the grass and followed closely from behind.

Grandpa followed behind the bamboo slipper again.

He's supposed to be going to fight ghosts. Daddy thought to himself.