The years of reselling the haunted house

But apart from my frantic banging on the door, there was no movement at all inside.

Fortunately, the people living around this deserted building are relatively far away, otherwise they would have to call the police if I made such a big commotion.

Yes, call the police.

As soon as this idea came to me, I hurriedly took out my phone.I just came to Shenzhen and I am not familiar with the place, so this is the only way I can think of.

My hands were already trembling, and I finally pressed 110, just about to launch.

Suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed my phone.

"Ah...who?" I was taken aback, only to realize that at some point, there was already a person standing behind me.

I turned around subconsciously, and found that under the moonlight, my third uncle was standing behind me impressively.

"Third Uncle, you... are you okay..." My body softened, and I almost sat on the ground, feeling like crying.

The third uncle smiled miserably: "I'm fine, are you okay?"

Third Uncle's voice was very low, as thin as a mosquito.At the same time, I noticed that his face was pale and his body was shaking, as if he couldn't stand still.

I hurried forward to help him to the side of the road and sat down.

"Third uncle, what happened and how did you get out?" I asked anxiously.

Uncle San took a few breaths, and said through gritted teeth, "I found out that something was wrong on the second floor. After yelling twice, I jumped out of the window. Damn, I almost didn't fall to my death. Fortunately, I practiced."

I was so angry that I said, "What the hell? You jumped off the building and ran out when you found out the danger? It's hard for me to worry about you so much."

Only then did I feel ridiculous for my own naive thoughts. Who is the third uncle? He is a monkey and a monkey. I can run out of the building. How could he be trapped in it?

The third uncle had a bitter face: "Isn't this also to preserve my strength? Otherwise, if something happens to you, how can I save you?"

In fact, when I think about it, this is also the case, but today's incident is too embarrassing.We went in with great fanfare and confidence to destroy some haunted house, but in the end we ran out like two mice in disgrace.

"So what's next?" I asked.

"Let's go back first." The third uncle seemed to have lost a lot of strength, and he had to grab my arm even when he stood up.

As a result, as soon as he pulled my arm, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.

"Ah..." I gritted my teeth in pain, feeling as if the arm was broken from the shoulder.

The third uncle was also taken aback, and hurriedly asked what's wrong?

I grinned, tears streaming down my face, and pointed to my shoulder: "It hurts...it hurts..."

The third uncle hurriedly unbuttoned my clothes, exposing my shoulders.

I also turned my head to look over, and found a palm print on my left shoulder.

The handprint was reddish in color, not much bigger than a one-yuan coin, and looked like the handprint of a baby.I wiped it with my hand, and found that the palm print seemed to seep into the skin, and it couldn't be wiped off at all.

"Don't wipe it, go back and talk about it first." After the third uncle said something, he stopped talking and pulled me away from the residential area.

This place is relatively out of the way. After waiting for more than ten minutes, a car stopped and pulled us back to the basement.

Along the way, Uncle San didn't know what he was thinking and didn't say a word.

I had a premonition that the handprints on my shoulders were serious, so I wanted to ask but dared not.I thought about it, and I remember that when I was about to run out at the door, I did feel someone put a hand on my shoulder.Could it be that moment that left a handprint on my shoulder?

When we got to the basement, Uncle San began to rummage through his rags.

I told what I thought about the origin of the handprint in the car, the third uncle nodded, and finally found a casserole in the pile of wine bottles.

Uncle San put water in the casserole, poured some rice from a bag into it, and started to boil.

I saw that there are several colors in the rice, which are similar to those used by my third uncle when he picked me up.

This time the third uncle explained to me: "These are five grains, including glutinous rice, millet, sorghum, mung beans and black beans. The colors are white, yellow, red, green, and black, representing the five elements. God, it can exorcise evil spirits, and it can town houses..."

Listening to Uncle San's rambling, I didn't remember much. I only know that Uncle San likes to use this grain very much, and the effect of this grain is indeed great.

The third uncle boiled the five grains half-baked, scooped them up with a spoon, and let me expose my shoulders.

Only then did I realize that the small palm print on my shoulder had darkened.From the original pink to the current dark black.

The third uncle's expression changed, and he muttered, "Why so fast?"

As he spoke, he flipped over the spoon in his hand and patted the steaming grains directly on my shoulder.

Now I was caught off guard, that thing just came out of the pan, so don't scald me off a layer of skin.So I screamed subconsciously.

"What are you shouting for?" Third Uncle cursed.

"Ah..." I yelled halfway, but didn't feel any pain.

As for the grains on the shoulders, except for the black beans, the grains of other colors are starting to darken to varying degrees at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the distinctly colored grains turned into a black mass.

The third uncle put on a cowhide glove, took off the five grains, and applied another spoonful.After repeating this several times, finally the color of the applied grain no longer changed significantly, so I stopped.

And the small palm print on my shoulder was not so obvious anymore, it turned into a small piece of dark red, which can't be seen unless you look carefully.

Third Uncle finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the bed panting heavily.

I also found that after such a long time, third uncle's face was still pale, and beads of sweat were oozing from his face.

I finally had time to ask, "Third Uncle, what's going on? What did you see on the second floor?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "Damn, don't mention it. It's really a waste of craftsmanship. I'm to blame for this. I made a wrong judgment. It's completely wrong... Fortunately, nothing happened to you, otherwise how would I explain to your father?"

"Stop talking about it, am I fine? What did you judge wrong?"

The third uncle searched among those broken wine bottles, and finally found a bottle with half a bottle of wine left. He raised his neck and drank a few sips, and said, "Didn't Li Ximei and Mrs. Chen died in that room? What the hell?" , just like people. I was afraid of a person before I was alive, and there is usually no way to change it after death. Li Ximei was killed by Mrs. Chen, and she will definitely resent Mrs. Chen after she dies, and the resentment will be great. So if you want to break this haunted house, We can only deal with that Li Ximei first. Based on my experience, this Li Ximei should have turned into a bloody ghost."

I was taken aback: "Blood ghost? What the hell is that?"

The third uncle explained: "Blood ghosts generally refer to female ghosts who died in the womb due to dystocia. Such female ghosts are full of resentment and are the most difficult to deal with. They are also among the worst ghosts. This kind of female ghost can only be avoided."

I squinted at Third Uncle and asked, "How dare you greet such a powerful female ghost?"

When the third uncle heard my question, he immediately straightened his back and said, "Li Yang, I know you don't believe me. But my name, Li Dongbin, is not for nothing..."

I waved my hand impatiently: "Keep your dick down, don't mention you, Li Dongbin, how did you forget us so quickly?"

The third uncle blushed, rubbed his hands, and said, "Didn't I just say that? I made a mistake in judgment."

"Misjudgment? Isn't that a bloody ghost?"

The third uncle nodded: "I also heard about the origin of the abandoned building. So based on those rumors, I judge that Li Ximei's child was stillborn. That is to say, before the child was born, Mr. Chen Taiyi was killed by a shovel. But I may have misjudged, and the child may have been born."

I spread my hands: "What's the difference?"

The third uncle was dejected: "The difference is so big. There is another kind of ghost in the world called confinement ghost. In fact, I can't blame it. Many people on the road tend to confuse confinement ghost with bloody ghost. Then Although bloody ghosts are also ferocious, they are nothing compared to confinement ghosts. Both mother and child died, but the stillborn ones are called bloody ghosts, which means that the ghost babies of bloody ghosts have not yet been born. Although this is fierce, it can only be regarded as two ghosts. However, confinement ghosts are not the same. Although their mother and child both die, the difference is that confinement ghosts give birth to a dead baby, and then the mother dies later, or Those who die first and then give birth to ghost babies. So although they are called confinement ghosts, they are divided into mother ghosts and child ghosts."

Chapter 7

I didn't know until I heard it that there are so many sayings in Catch Up.

The third uncle went on to say: "We ordinary people can't see the ghost shape. If we can see the ghost shape, we will find the difference between them. At first glance, both of them are holding ghost babies. But people who understand But it is not difficult to distinguish, because the bloody ghost did not give birth to a ghost baby, so the stomach is still as big as when she was pregnant, while the confinement ghost gave birth to a ghost baby, so the stomach is relatively smaller."

I heard this, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I can see it. Didn't I tell you that I saw a shadow on the curtain? After I ran out of the house, I turned around and saw a ghost. Then Is it just a ghost?"

The third uncle looked at me with squinting eyes, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "Can you really see that ghost?"

I said angrily: "Bullshit, I told you, but you don't believe me."

The third uncle then asked: "Then do you think that ghost has a big belly?"

I recalled it and said, "It doesn't seem like a big belly."

"That's right. But you don't have yin and yang eyes, how could you see ghosts?" The third uncle was puzzled, thought for a moment, and suddenly pulled off my clothes to expose my shoulders.

The small handprint on the shoulder has almost disappeared, but the skin is still a little red.Uncle San stretched out his hand and pressed hard on his shoulder, and there was a stab of pain, and I couldn't help but yelled out, "Ah, Uncle San, what are you doing?"

The third uncle nodded, shook his head again, and paced back and forth in the room.

"Third uncle, can you stop shaking, it makes me dizzy, what's wrong?"

The third uncle finally stopped in his tracks, looked at me and sighed: "You boy is really ill-fated. I said why did that kid find you and attack your shoulder..."

"what happened?"

The third uncle asked me: "Did you feel anything special about your shoulder before?"

I recalled it carefully, and the left shoulder seemed to be uncomfortable all the time, and sometimes there was a dull pain.

I told my third uncle about the situation.The third uncle nodded: "That's right. I guess, when your shoulder hurts, it should be the first and fifteenth day of every month."

"I haven't noticed this. But judging from the time, it seems that it really hurts every half a month."

"When did your shoulder hurt?" Third Uncle then asked.

I shook my head: "I don't remember this, it's been a few years."

The third uncle smiled: "Then it can't be wrong. Let me tell you, your shoulder problem started from the bad breath your grandpa vomited on you."

"Ah? Why is this still related to that calamity?"

The third uncle nodded: "It's indeed more serious than I expected. This misfortune not only brought you bad luck, but also blew out your natal lamp."

"What light?" I didn't understand anything about what the third uncle said, but I just felt that it must be a bad thing if the light went out.

"Normal people have three natal lamps, also called soul lamps, which represent the three souls of the human body. Of these three lamps, the most important one is on the top of the head. Buddhists call it Dingmenfan Point, and in our Taoism it is called Niwan Palace. It is called Baihui point in medicine. In fact, they are all one place. This place is the softest place when a person is just born, and the thinnest part of the skull. So this natal lamp is to protect the natal lamp of the human body. Afterwards, other parts are cold, but if this part is still hot, it means that the person’s life soul is still there. The other two natal lamps are on the two shoulders. Therefore, when you are in the wild, if you hear someone calling you name, don’t look back. Because once you turn around, you will blow out the natal lamp on your shoulder, and the dirty things will take advantage of it.”

After hearing Uncle San's explanation, I was stunned: "It's actually like this. Uncle San, you said that the natal lamp on my shoulder was blown out by Grandpa? Then am I going to die?"

The third uncle shook his head: "Not yet. As I said, as long as the natal lamp above your head is still there, you will not die. And the lamp on your shoulder is just off now, so you will have shoulder pain on the 15th day of the lunar new year. In that haunted house The little devil also wants to take advantage of your shoulder and occupy your body. But fortunately, the light is still there when the sun fire is gone, just look for an opportunity to light it up."

"Ah, then light it up for me."

The third uncle smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think it's lighting candles? Just light it up. It's not easy, you have to let me think about it."

This thing is not a joke, and I became anxious when I heard it, "Li Dagang, can you still do something? You brag about how awesome your skills are all day long, and you can't understand such a trivial matter."

The third uncle said with a bitter face, "Eldest nephew, it's Li Dongbin."

"Damn Li Dongbin. Don't bury the word Dongbin. Forget it, you can do whatever you want, I don't need you to do it, I'm leaving here, I have to go to the hospital."

I was told by the third uncle, I don't know if it is a mental effect, I feel that my shoulder hurts more, and I can't even lift it up.I dropped a few words, turned around and wanted to leave.

The third uncle is also in a hurry: "Let's go. If you go to the hospital and find out, I'm your grandson."

I stopped and thought about what Uncle San said was not unreasonable. I can't tell people that my light is off when I go to the hospital, right?At that time, I must be sent to the psychiatric department.What's more, sometimes the ghosts and ghosts can't be explained from a scientific point of view.

Thinking of this, I felt a little regretful. I felt that what I said to my third uncle just now was a bit too much, so I turned back and asked, "Then you have to find a way for me."

The third uncle couldn't laugh or cry: "Nephew, you have to change your temper, don't just throw it away. This natal lamp must be found, and it's on the third uncle, but I haven't thought of what to do now. And your arm is also It's not as serious as you imagined, I can find a way to seal your shoulders, so that your shoulders don't hurt, and other little devils don't take advantage of it."

As he spoke, Uncle San rummaged through his bag, found a stack of plasters after a while, and took one off to stick it on my shoulder.

I dodged subconsciously: "What are you? Is it reliable?"

The third uncle stared at him: "What are you talking about. This is my secret door-sealing ointment, which promotes blood circulation, removes stasis, detoxifies and nourishes yang. If the light on your shoulder goes out, it means that yang energy is lacking. It is just right to stick this, come on, be obedient."

Saying that, Third Uncle slapped the plaster on.

Not to mention, after the plaster was put on, a warm air flow emanated from the plaster, and it quickly spread across the arm.I tried to move, and the pain in my shoulder was greatly relieved.

From this point of view, the third uncle still has two brushes.

The third uncle gave me all the plasters: "From now on, just put one on the morning of the first and fifteenth day of the new year, and one patch will last for half a month."

I nodded and took the plaster away, and sighed: "I didn't expect my grandpa to leave me such a thought before he left."

The third uncle asked, "What? Do you hate your grandpa?"

I shook my head: "Why? I miss him..."

The third uncle nodded: "That's right, I'll tell your eldest nephew. I've been wondering, in fact, your grandpa wouldn't spit on you for no reason. There must be some reason for this, but if you believe me, you can You have to trust your grandfather. There must be a reason for him to do so."

I was taken aback: "You mean, my grandpa vomited on me on purpose?"

The third uncle said: "It's just my guess now. You know that I had been setting up a stall in the town at that time. Why did I suddenly come home that day?"

I shook my head, the third uncle did come back in time that day.If it was later, I guess I would have died.

The third uncle continued: "The night before your grandfather left, I dreamed about him. He told me in the dream that I should go home at that time the next day."

My eyes widened, and the news was even more unexpected.The meaning of the third uncle could not be more clear. It was the grandfather who told the third uncle in a dream in advance to go home that day, and I would also go home that day.Grandpa vomited on me, because he wanted my third uncle to save my life.So what is the purpose of this arrangement?

The third uncle saw my question and just shook his head: "Nephew, when I have time, I will definitely solve this mystery and give you a satisfactory answer."

I nodded, in fact, grandpa has already passed away, and after so many years, I don't care that much about what the answer is.Just one thing is for sure, Grandpa loves me so much, he will definitely not intentionally kill me.