The years of reselling the haunted house

I asked another question: "But, this wooden figurine should have been buried underground for many years, right? Why did it only take two days to release the dead air, causing the lilac tree to die?"

Uncle San explained: "It's very simple. It's because the lilac tree, cat corpse, wooden figurines, and the land here form a balance. In recent times, this balance may be considered The land was destroyed. That's why a series of events happened."

Chapter 67 The Cold Vanity Mirror

I then asked, "What is that, and how did it break this balance?"

The third uncle shook his head: "This matter looks very complicated. From the superficial analysis, it can't be analyzed no matter what. Put the wooden figurine away first, and then go into the room to see if you find anything?"

I nodded and watched my third uncle pick up the red cloth that wrapped the cat's corpse. After looking at it, I found some black debris on it. I don't know what it was, but my third uncle took it under his nose and smelled it.Then brought it back and asked me to ask.

I was disgusted by the sight, and quickly covered my nose and hid far away.

The third uncle sighed: "Nephew, you can't do this. We cultivators have pure six senses, and there is no distinction between good, evil and dirty in all things in the world. I let you hear it, and I want you to learn from me. , you look like this, when can you inherit the mantle of third uncle?"

I waved my hand: "You pull it down? I don't want to inherit your mantle. I follow you to make some money and marry a wife later. You should find someone else to inherit your mantle."

The third uncle sighed again: "The world has changed, young people nowadays... oh..."

Third Uncle sighed, threw the red cloth on the ground, opened the door, and walked into the room.

I do know how little Uncle San is thinking, as long as I am willing to learn his messy things from him, he will justifiably order me to do this and that, those dirty, tiring, and disgusting jobs, there is no doubt It will fall on my head, and he will give him a grandiose reason.

I know Uncle San very well, he is sometimes like a child.

So I just laughed off my third uncle's complaints.

I walked into the room with my third uncle, and when I walked in during the day, it still gave people a different feeling.

Without the inexplicable panic when coming in at night, the temperature seems to be much higher than at night.

On the ground floor of the first floor, there were still random things thrown by Fei Yao.

I asked my third uncle, "Would it be that cat corpse and this wooden figurine that Fei Yao was looking for when he came in?"

The third uncle shook his head: "I don't think so. How could that kind of thing be placed in this attic? Let's look for it again and see if there is anything suspicious."

I nodded and looked around.There are not many storage places on the first floor, only the cabinet.Some of the drawers on the cabinet were open and some were still closed.

I went over and searched the drawers casually, and they were all empty.

The third uncle waved his hand: "The thing must not be in such an obvious place. If it was there, Fei Yao would have found it long ago. Go to the room with the dressing table on the second floor first."

I followed my third uncle and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The third uncle said that the reason why every haunted house forms a murderous situation is because there is evil spirit in the house.If the evil spirit is not eliminated, the fierce situation will not be broken.And in a haunted house, evil spirits are not evenly distributed.Some places are strong, some places are weak.And the place where the evil spirit is the most abundant in the room is called the evil point.

If you can determine the evil point, you will get twice the result with half the effort to solve the fierce situation.

And this evil point is obvious in some haunted houses, and it is easy to determine.But in some haunted houses, the evil point is usually hidden, which requires a certain amount of knowledge and experience to find the evil point.

Based on the situation of this attic, it is basically certain that this room with a carved wooden bed and a dressing table is the evil point of this haunted house.Because whether it is Fei Yao or us, after arriving at the attic, accidents happened in this room.

So after going upstairs, we came directly to this room.

Everything that happened last night is still vivid.Thinking of that weird cat skin makes me uncomfortable.

Since it was broad daylight, I took courage and gently pushed open the door, making a creaking sound.

I stood at the door, still very cautious.The third uncle walked in carelessly, and said, "Don't worry, no matter how powerful the evil spirit is, it won't cause trouble at this time."

Seeing Uncle San's nonchalant attitude, I don't want to appear too timid.I know that I lack a natal lamp, and I am still relatively sensitive to some dark things.Although it was daytime and the sun was still shining into the room, I felt chilly when I walked into this room.

Especially the dressing table in the room, the more I look at it, the colder my body becomes.

The black cat's skin was still thrown on the bed. The third uncle checked it, but there was nothing of value other than that.

However, the third uncle didn't dare to touch this kind of thing until it was completely resolved. He spread the cat's skin on the bed intact and covered the bed sheet again.

All that was left in the room was the dresser.

And according to Xu Ruoxi, the only place Fei Yao didn't enter at that time was here.So I have N kinds of reasons to say that if there is something we are looking for in this house, it is likely to be in this room.To be more precise, it's on this dresser.

The third uncle and I stood in front of the dressing table, one on the left and the other on the right. As Xu Ruoxi described, the mirror surface of the dressing table was not very clear, it looked dark, as if the mirror surface was also covered with a layer Something like fog.

Looking at the dark mirror, I stretched out my hand out of nowhere, caressed the mirror, and subconsciously wanted to erase that layer.

In fact, there is nothing on it, but because of the age, the mirror surface has been worn out.So I touched it with my hand and didn't feel anything.But I withdrew my hand like an electric shock and took a deep breath.

The third uncle asked: "What's the matter?"

I pointed to the mirror and said, "Why is this mirror like ice, it's too cold."

I took a few breaths on my hand, and my hand eased a little.

The third uncle's focus was not on the mirror, but pointed to the lower part of the dressing table and said, "Why are there so many knife marks on it? It seems that this is a dressing table with a story."

I smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that it can't talk, so it can't tell you the story."

The third uncle smiled: "That's not necessarily the case. As long as it has a story, I must let it tell."

As the third uncle said, he pulled out all the drawers on the dressing table.There is still nothing in it.

On the mirror, the mirror image of my third uncle and I also appeared. I observed it carefully, and there was nothing unusual.

At this time, I was a little discouraged, so I urged my third uncle to leave here as soon as possible.

The third uncle stared at the dressing table, pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "Yangzi, let's turn this dressing table around."

"Turn in another direction?" I instantly understood what Uncle San meant. He suspected that there was something behind the dressing table.

Chapter 68

I know that Uncle San has a lot of experience in this area, and his feeling has always been very accurate.

After hearing what Uncle San said, I grabbed the two corners of the dressing table with him, and prepared to lift it up and turn around.

The third uncle told me that this thing is not short, so be careful not to lift it to pieces.

I responded, chanted a slogan, and tried hard with my third uncle to lift the dressing table.

Who knows what kind of wood that thing is made of, and it's so heavy that we couldn't lift it.In the end we gave up trying to lift it up, and just moved the dresser a distance outside with all our strength.

I was so tired that I was covered in sweat, and my third uncle was even more out of breath.He waved his hand: "That's enough, I'll just see if there's anything behind me."

With that said, Third Uncle turned on the flashlight and took a photo behind the dressing table.

I stood outside and watched.

The third uncle looked at the back for a long time, and finally withdrew, spitting continuously: "Bah, the back is all old and old. There is nothing. My arms are too thick, Yangzi, you Stretch your arm in and feel if there is anything under the table, if there is nothing, let's go."

I nodded, lying on the ground, and reached under the dresser.

The four legs of this dressing table are more than two inches high, and my arms can just fit into it.

The back is full of dust, so the bottom will not be clean.But at this time, I didn't care about these things anymore, and groped slowly with my hands under the dressing table.

I didn't expect much at first, but when I touched the middle of the table, I felt like I touched something in my hand.

I snorted, and the third uncle hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, is there something?"

I nodded and said don't worry, I slowly felt it with my hand, and told my third uncle that it seemed to be a piece of paper pasted underneath.

The third uncle told me: "Slow down, take off the paper, don't tear it."

I responded, and just about to take off the paper, the third uncle stopped me suddenly.

I didn't understand what it meant, but the third uncle pulled me up from the ground, and took out a big ball of red string from the bag.On the red string, a lot of copper coins were tied, and when they were picked up, they collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

The third uncle unfolded the red rope tied with copper coins, and surrounded the dressing table.The red rope was laid on the ground, and a copper coin was pressed on the place where the end was connected.

After the third uncle finished all this, he motioned for me to remove the paper under the dressing table.

I couldn't help asking: "Third Uncle, what are you doing with this?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "just in case, don't ask, first look at what that thing is? After you take it out, don't take it out of the circle of the red line."

I had no choice but to lie on the ground again, stretch out my hand and slowly peel off the piece of paper from the bottom of the dressing table.

It wasn't until I took it out that I realized it was just a photo.And it's an old photo that has faded.

I held the photo in my hand, looked at it through the sunlight outside the window, and said, "Why do I seem to have seen this person somewhere?"

The third uncle also came over to take a look, sighed and said, "Yangzi, I really have no temper with you. With your memory, how did you get into college? Isn't this the wooden figurine?"

After my third uncle reminded me, I suddenly realized.The photo of this person and the portrait of the wooden figurine are really the same person.It's just that this kind of thing is too coincidental, and I didn't think about it at all.

I took a closer look and found that the woman in the photo was also wearing a cheongsam, sitting on a chair, her eyes were full of amorous feelings.It's just that this is obviously an old photo, it looks very empty, and it has turned yellow to bad shape.

The third uncle asked me to put down the photo and move the dressing table back to its original place first.

The strange thing is that even though the dressing table is not light when we move it again this time, third uncle and I can actually lift it.What's going on?How could there be such a big difference just by taking a picture from it?

I felt incredible, but the third uncle seemed to have expected it.

When the dressing table was in place, Uncle San asked me to lift another leg and put the photo under that leg.

I did exactly that, but I had more questions in my mind.

After finishing all this, we left that room and went back to the yard again. The mummified cat and the piece of red cloth dug out from under the tree were still in place, which also needed to be disposed of.

The third uncle said that the wooden figurines in the cat's belly had been taken out, so the cat's mummy was useless.

We set up a fire in the yard, used the dry branches as firewood, burned the dead cat, and buried it back in the original pit.

The third uncle said that we can leave here, we closed the courtyard door, and I turned around to look at the old attic.Under the lilac tree, in front of the dressing table, carved wooden bed, exquisite wooden figurines... I guess there must have been a special story here.Whether we can break through the murderous situation in this house depends on whether we can know the story in it.

The third uncle got into the car and said to me directly: "Call Xu Ruoxi, I want to prove something."

I nodded and connected Xu Ruoxi's phone. Xu Ruoxi's voice sounded weak on the phone.After asking, I found out that she had been hospitalized for the past two days, either because of some serious problem, or because she was too frightened that night and had a persistent fever.She gave the address of the hospital and asked us to go directly to the hospital to find her.

Hearing this, my third uncle and I felt a little sorry.Originally, our original intention was not malicious, we just wanted to hit Assistant Xu's arrogance, but we didn't expect to cause her so much harm.

On the way to the hospital, I asked my third uncle about the dressing table. I think he must know what happened to the photo.

Sure enough, the third uncle told me that the dressing table was so heavy because of this photo.He suspected that someone had sealed a soul in this photo, and the scope of action of this soul was only that dressing table.Generally speaking, this method of confining the soul and suppressing the soul requires the use of a Taoist technique called Taishan Suppression of the Soul.Taishan pressure soul technique is an extremely brilliant Taoism, a bit similar to arresting a yellow scarf wrestler and moving Taishan stone to suppress the soul.The soul can be suppressed in a photo or in a portrait.With Taishan stone, so the dressing table will be ridiculously heavy.

Listening to what my third uncle said, it sounds like a fairy tale to me. Is this Taoism really so magical?

I asked the third uncle again: "You circled the dressing table with a red circle, because you are afraid that the soul in the photo will take the opportunity to escape?"

The third uncle nodded: "That's right, without knowing who the soul is, we still can't let her go out."

"Could that soul be the woman in the photo?"

"It's very possible. So, first we need to find out who is the woman in that photo?"

Chapter 69 Meeting the Female Writer

"Will that Xu Ruoxi know the woman in the photo?" I questioned.

"If she doesn't know each other, we don't know each other. If possible, I would like to ask her to take us to meet Fei Yao, the owner of the house." The third uncle said, leaning on the seat and closing his eyes .

After a while, Third Uncle fell asleep, snoring slightly.It seems that for this haunted house, he really wasted his mind and energy.

I drove back to the city, and when I was about to reach the hospital, I got out of the car and bought some fruit and a flower basket.

When I got in the car, the third uncle woke up and saw that I bought some fruit, so he took out an apple from the bag.

When I saw it, I reminded, "Third Uncle, this is for Xu Ruoxi."

The third uncle said impatiently: "I know, this one is not bad."

As he said that, the third uncle took out a fruit knife, peeled the apple, cut it open and handed it to me in half.

I shook my head, took a bite of the apple, started the car and continued to drive to the hospital.

As soon as the car drove out, I suddenly remembered something, so I slammed on the brakes and stopped the car.

The third uncle wasn't wearing a seat belt, so he yelled, "Fuck it," and almost hit his head on the windshield.

The third uncle scolded straight eyebrows: "You little bastard, do you want to kill your third uncle?"

I waved my hand: "Sir, don't talk, let me see your fruit knife?"

Uncle San shook the knife in his hand, handed it to me, and asked, "What's the point of this?"

I looked at the knife, cursed the shit, opened the car door and ran down. Not only did I spit out the apple in my mouth, but I also searched my stomach and vomited so badly that I almost turned my stomach upside down.

I clearly remember that in that yard, the third uncle used this fruit knife to open the stomach of the cat mummy.

I vomited all over by the side of the road. The third uncle got out of the car and came over while biting an apple. He handed me a bottle of water, squatted down and watched me toss with interest.