I was just thinking about how to tell me what I wanted to do to move to the funeral home, and what kind of excuse I should make, but now I didn't even open my mouth, and I was directly blocked back by this woman. But I didn't have any hope for this, if I really moved out, who would wash this woman's clothes? Who cooks the rice? It's no wonder that this woman would say yes.

"Then you make your own lunch?" I heard her say that I should prepare breakfast before going out, but she didn't mention lunch, could it be that this woman understands my hard work and prepares lunch for herself?

Qingzi said: "I won't eat at noon." ”

I'm speechless. This woman is really too lazy enough! These hands are really good-looking, but they don't work.

Although I started going to work tomorrow, I was still thrown into the cold bone well at night. I'm awake now, and I'm able to let go and lie on the rope for more than a breath, but the woman's demands have already increased. My progress has not kept up with her changes.

But after all this time, I became more and more accustomed to lying on the rope. At first, Qingzi pointed so casually and asked me to hang hemp rope here, but then I slowly realized that this hemp rope spanned was really a wonderful position.

When I was able to lie on my back on a rope for more than a breath without the help of my hands and feet, I gradually developed this strange feeling.

It can be said that the bedroom where I live is the most yin in the whole building, in other words, it can also be said to be the yin eye of this place. This building was originally built on the corpse ground, and there was a yin pool under the corpse ground. After being manipulated, the yin qi that had accumulated in the Yin Gathering Pool for countless years passed through the corpse accumulation ground and penetrated into the ground again.

Although I don't know exactly how this place moves, but looking at the pile of books left by the dead man's face these days, I have also gained something, and I estimate that in this house or even under the house, someone has secretly changed the layout, and some kind of evil sect formation has been arranged.

Back then, the child who was suspected to be my third uncle, and the warlock surnamed Wen came once and dug up the three-person tank buried in the ground, which should have broken part of the formation. As for why they didn't simply break the entire formation back then, the reason is unknown, maybe it's because this formation is too powerful and they can't do it, or because of some unavoidable factor, they can't break the formation.

All these years have passed, and the reason for this is no longer known. Although there haven't been any major problems with this house since the two of us moved in. But whether it was the family surnamed Duan or the foreigner surnamed Chen, they didn't die as soon as they moved in, but only happened after living for a period of time.

If this matter is not resolved, it will never be able to live in peace. I also took advantage of the fact that Qingzi was in a happy mood after buying clothes, and asked her about the house, but she always said coldly: "Think about it yourself." ”

This dead woman! If I could figure it out myself, would I still need to ask you?

Later, I asked a few times, but I didn't ask anymore, and every day I turned over the pile of books left by the dead man's face, fiddled around, and pondered, but I still haven't figured out why. However, I can basically be sure that the room I live in now is probably the eye of this evil sect formation.

I've seen this sentence from a note on a dead man's face, but all the eyes of the formation must be the strongest and weakest part of the array. It means that the eye of the formation is the core position of a formation, which is used to pull and launch the entire formation. As long as the eye of the formation is broken, then the formation will be broken, so this is the weakest point. But on the other hand, the eye of a formation must contain the most powerful power in this formation, and I live in this room now, just like sitting on a ** bucket, which may disappear at any time.

At some point in the night, the whole room will become unusually cold, this time is not fixed, it is early or night, short or long, and sometimes it can even appear several times in a night. However, the location of this rope is basically constant temperature, and it will not be invaded by the cold, if Qingzi's dead woman doesn't know the name of it, I don't believe it.

After spending a long time on the rope, especially in the dead of night, when the whole body is relaxed, you will gradually be able to appreciate the subtle changes in the qi around the rope. I discovered a trick that as long as my body could keep up with the constant frequency of those changing qi, the rope would be wonderfully balanced, even when I was lying on my back.

I later guessed that if you want to sleep on the rope, the trick is not to compete with the rope like those jugglers, but to experience the changes in the qi around you, so that your body can follow the rhythm of the qi. In this way, it will naturally be as stable as Mount Tai on the rope.

It's one thing to want it, it's another thing to do it. So far, I have been able to lie on the rope for more than one breath in a waking state, not more than two breaths. As for sleeping on a rope, it's even more unthinkable.

Another strange feature of this house is that it can reflect the figures of Lin Wenjing and Liu Nan, two ghost girls, when the yin atmosphere is in full bloom in the middle of the night. This is a bit like the phenomenon of the spirit mirror reflected mentioned in the dead man's face notes, because of the abnormal level of yin qi, forming a special mirror in the space, reflecting some things that are not usually seen. However, it's just a bit like it, and it's hard to say if it's a reflection of the spirit mirror.

The shadows of these two ghost girls have been standing there side by side, and in the dark night, only the silhouette of a white body can be seen. Sometimes lying on the rope is too sleepy, confused, and when I see those two shadows, I can always be startled, and I use it to refresh my mind, and the effect is good.

Thinking about it like this, I fell asleep, and then all at once I fell off the rope and fell into.

I got up early the next morning. Qingzi's clothes have always been washed at night, and after making breakfast for her, I grabbed two buns, carried small bags, and hurried out. From here to Ronghua Funeral Home, it takes about 20 minutes by car, plus the walking distance, it still takes a lot of time. After all, it's the first day of work, so it's not good to be late.

This is the first time in my life that I have grown up and gone to work seriously. Although he used to follow the third uncle to the mourning hall very early, it was a family business and it didn't count. Sitting in the car, I was very excited, thinking that the third uncle knew about it, and I didn't know how he would feel.

Hurried to the door of the Ronghua funeral home, and saw that the big iron gate was still closed. I shouted a few times at the door, but no one answered, but it was the same as yesterday.

I waited for a while, but no one came to open the door, so I had to repeat my old trick and climb the iron door and climb in. The whole funeral home was silent, and there was no sound. Because of the heavy yin, it is very cool, and it is more comfortable than entering the air-conditioned room.

After turning around, it was exactly the same as yesterday, and there was no one in the funeral home of Nuoda. It stands to reason that my job is a make-up artist, and I am a soldier in the corpse makeup room, and I should have gone to the corpse makeup room to report to the white-haired woman on the first day. It's just that somehow, I'm also a little stunned by that strange woman, and I think I'd better go and meet with Ma Boss and Yanzi first.

I didn't know where the others were at this time, so I went to the mortuary again, thinking that I would find the thin bamboo pole first, and then let him take it to find the hemp boss and them. When I went, I found that although the door of the mortuary was open, there was no thin bamboo pole in sight. There was only one corpse left in the room, and when I lifted the shroud, I saw that it was the man with an iron cone tied to his chest. The other woman, who was pregnant with a snake baby, was sent somewhere.

I had to withdraw from the room, and walked some way on, passing a small bungalow hidden under two large mourning trees, and seeing that the door was also hidden, I walked over. There is a small wooden sign hanging on the door, and the words "storage room" are written in red handwriting.

The so-called storage room is actually the place where the urn is stored. I stood at the door, looked at the first two large mulberry trees at the back of the house, and thought to myself that our funeral parlor is also special enough, it is a mulberry tree and a locust tree, and I am really not afraid of bad luck.