I pulled out the incense and held it in my hand and circled the room, but no matter where I was, the smoke did not drift in the slightest. Cold sweat was pouring down my forehead, which was so counterintuitive!

"You guessed it right, I did something to this house, and you did almost break out before. Just now, I changed my hands and feet. The voice of the dead man's face came without any heaval or emotion.

I took the incense, and the more I walked, the more frightened I became, and cold sweat broke out. Doesn't this damn trick not only affect people's eyes and senses, but also really cause displacement of space?

This is impossible, this is obviously against my basic worldview!

Until the three pillars of incense were burned, I still didn't have any clue, I was covered in sweat, and the whole person sat on the ground as if he had been fished out of the water.

"What an elm head!" The emotionless voice of the dead face came, "Just because you can't understand doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it's just that you don't understand." ”

I collapsed on all fours, panting. This dead man talks a lot of nonsense, pretending to be a god and a ghost, like a magic stick!

I got up from the ground and was about to ask him what he had done to get me, when I found the man gone, and the chair was empty.

I was so frightened that I searched the whole house, but the man was really gone, and disappeared without a trace.

What the! Later, when I calmed down, I probably figured out that there was indeed something strange in this house, which should be similar to "ghosts hitting the wall". My family has been in the dead man's business for so long, and I am no stranger to "ghosts hitting the wall".

The so-called "ghost hitting the wall" generally refers to walking at night or in the suburbs, unable to distinguish the direction, always playing in circles in place, and some serious ones even can't get out until they die. Two years ago, we received a man who was scared to death while walking at night, and when we examined his body, we found that there were dense footprints within five steps of the person's death, all of which were stepped on by this person.

That is to say, before he died, he kept going in circles within five steps. The third uncle judged at that time that this person had encountered a "ghost hitting the wall".

In our line of work, we will always encounter many strange things that cannot be explained, and this "ghost hitting the wall" is one of them. Of course, our industry also has our industry's housekeeping skills, and the third uncle once taught me how to crack the ghost wall.

I looked at the whole room and tried to find the center of the room as much as I could. Stand there, close your eyes, and turn ten circles in place. Once you have completely forgotten where you were standing, you start taking a step towards the direction you are currently facing.

After taking three steps in a row, turn your body 90 degrees counterclockwise, take three more steps forward, and then turn 90 degrees counterclockwise, and move in turn.

This is the easiest and most practical way to crack the ghost wall, I was once carried by the third uncle and trained, so it is no stranger to do. Judging from the size of this room, the scope of the ghost hitting the wall is not particularly large, and it stands to reason that after turning nineteen times, it should be able to get out of trouble.

I was full of confidence, but when I turned for the sixteenth time, my head slammed into the wall, and it hurt so much that I almost fell headlong.

Damn, this method failed!

I tossed for a long time, tired and hungry, and searched the whole house, but I couldn't find anything to eat. It's so eerie and weird that it's devastating.

Time goes by. I'm imprisoned here, and I can't see day or night, except that the candles on the menorah have been changed by me no less than twenty times. Hungry and thirsty, the whole person began to dehydrate, and consciousness became dull and blurred.

The only thing I can do is to try to maintain my strength and wait for the third uncle to come to my rescue. I found a place against the wall and sat cross-legged, closed my eyes and began to pranayama.

The so-called "pranayama" is what the third uncle taught me, the essentials of the action are to sit cross-legged on the ground, straighten the waist pole, relax the body, and then consciously control the breathing, so that the breathing can reach a deep, thin, even, long, natural and lively state.

This serves two purposes in our line.

First, if you encounter something strange on the way to the burial or corpse, it is very likely that your mind is confused or you have fallen into an illusion, so you should use pranayama to adjust your breathing, so as to adjust your state of consciousness.

Second, you can use pranayama to reduce your breathing rate and heart rate to minimize physical exertion.

Maybe I was so tired that after ten beats of continuous pranayama, I fell asleep. In a daze, I seemed to open my eyes, and then I saw a girl with long hair walking around in front of my eyes.

I tried to call her, but I couldn't make any sound. The girl had long hair, covered her face, drooped her head, wore no clothes, and her naked body kept dripping with water, wet, and the droplets kept sprinkling on the bluestone ground, making a ticking sound.

With her head drooping and her arms drooping, she shuffled slowly through the room with strange steps. She walked in such a strange way that I couldn't help but stand upside down after a few glances.

At first, my attention was completely attracted to the girl, but after looking at it for a long time, I realized that her seemingly random movement trajectory was actually regular.

I noticed that the footprints she had made on the bluestone slab were very clear, forming a complex and regular path.

My eyes widened and I stared intently at the footprints, trying my best to imprint them in my mind. The girl walked back and forth a few more times, and suddenly looked up at me. Although her face was completely obscured by her black hair, and I couldn't see her eyes at all, my heart still skipped a beat, and I suddenly woke up from my daze.

Look inside the house again, the girl and the footprints have disappeared without a trace. The floor inside the house was dry, and there was not a trace of water at all.

I didn't think much about it, so I quickly closed my eyes and sorted out the footprints I had just written down in my mind. Then get up from the ground, start with the first footprint, step on the place where the girl has walked, and repeat the route she walked.

After a twisty and winding route, I stood in front of a wall. Without hesitation, I took a hard step towards the wall.

At the same time, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the cool night breeze blew in front of me. I blinked, and all I saw was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the cold moonlight fell on me.

When I looked back, I saw an earthen house behind me, with a thatched roof. In front of me was a doorless doorway, and when I looked inside, I could see the wooden tables and chairs inside.

I have palpitations, the experience just now is really a bit unbelievable. The door was there, but I couldn't see it when I was killed in the house. What's weird here?

I stared at the doorway, and I felt the urge to go in and take a look again. In the end, reason prevailed over curiosity, and if you can't get out after entering, you will only starve to death inside.

Looking around, the place where I was a rather large yard with a fence covered with moss and creepers. The yard was empty, only gray-black dirt, not a single weed in sight, no noisy insect chirps, and it was eerily quiet.

About ten paces away from the house, I found a well. This well is made of stone slabs and has eight corners, which are called octagonal wells, which are not common in our area. The slate has a dark gray color, which is obviously quite old.

I was so thirsty that my lips were peeling, and my eyes lit up when I saw a well. But this well is very strange, the mouth of the well is pressed by a large bluestone, and some rune paper and money are sprinkled around.

Those of us in our line of work are the most sensitive to rune paper and money. Look at it, this is a well, it's a bit like a tomb!

I walked around the octagonal well a few times, and suddenly I remembered the girl I saw in the haze, covered in water, and when I looked at the well, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

I wanted to escape from this hellish place as soon as possible, but after taking a few steps, I couldn't help but turn back and push away the bluestone that was pressing on the well.

Lying at the mouth of the well and looking inside, I only felt that a cold air from the well went straight up, which made me shiver.

It's so cold!

At a glance, the well is pitch black, and even if there is moonlight tonight, you can't see the deepest part at all. After going around the yard, I found a large bundle of rope from the corner near the octagonal well. After a closer look, I found that the other end of the rope was tied to a large locust tree outside the courtyard.

I picked up the bundle of rope and estimated that it was a few tens of meters long. Pulled the rope, it should be tied very strongly. He looked at the well for a while, grabbed one end of the rope, and slowly lowered it.

Until the rope is stretched out, the rope is pulled up again. Looking at the end of the rope, there were about ten meters of water. From this, the depth of the well can be roughly estimated. Regardless of the depth of the water, the waterless part alone is almost 20 meters.

I've never seen a well this deep.