My master is invincible

Chapter 705 Food Corpse (57)

Most of the soul-calling flags used for funerals are mainly colored paper, and most of the handles are made of peach wood, while the soul-calling flags in Lang Gao's hands are all made of white paper, and even the handle is made of that kind of thin white paper. made.

It is for this reason that it is difficult to hold the Soul Calling Banner, and if one is not careful, the entire Soul Calling Banner will be broken.

So, before opening the door, I said to Lang Gao, "Remember, hold the banner with both hands, and don't break it, otherwise, it will be difficult to handle later."

He nodded, and said in a bad mood: "Ninth brother, it's just a soul-calling flag, don't worry, it can't be broken."

Seeing this, I didn't speak anymore, I unlocked the door, and gently pushed the door open, a musty smell came in my face, which made me cough a few times, Lang Gao's condition was similar to mine, and he also coughed a few times Voice.

"Why is there such a heavy mold!" Lang Gao couldn't help muttering a few words.

"Maybe it has been unoccupied for a long time!" I replied, and then I pushed the door completely open to let the sun shine in.

Taking advantage of this spare time, I glanced into the room. The house is quite big, about forty square meters in size. There is no decoration in the room. The walls are made of red bricks without whitewashing. In the middle of the house, there are some old-fashioned furniture on both sides, and there is a small house on the right side of the house.

I looked up at the sun, and then looked at the surrounding directions, and I immediately decided that the small house on the right should be the house that I hate this time.

After confirming this idea, I looked at the wall of the room and found a switch on the left hand side of the door. I reached out and pressed it, and the light in the room flashed twice immediately and turned on.

Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. Just now I was worried that the house had no electricity, and once I entered it, it would be dark. Fortunately, the house is powered on and lights are installed.

"You follow me, remember, don't think about it!" I greeted Lang Gao, walked into the room, and Lang Gao followed.

After entering the room, the previous musty smell was even heavier, and I couldn't help but sneezed a few times.

I frowned and walked towards the small house on the right.

As soon as I arrived at the door, there was a chill immediately. With a ray of light, I touched the wall a few times. To my disappointment, I couldn't find the so-called switch of the house.

Mad, is it just that the house outside has electricity?
My heart sank, if this is the case, this gloominess can only be carried out under weak light.

"Be careful!" I said to Lang Gao, and stepped into the room.

Just entered the first foot, I felt as if I stepped on something, wet and slippery, a bit like a basketball soaked in water, and a bit like a human head.

I didn't dare to go in in a daze. With the help of a ray of light from outside, I found that what I was stepping on was clothes, strictly speaking, it was a black shroud. I don't know who wrapped the shroud into a ball, and there was something white on the surface of the shroud. It was wriggling, if I guessed correctly, it should be maggots.

Seeing this, I let out a heavy breath, and kept cursing in my heart, Ma De, who the hell is full and has nothing to do, even tinkering with the shroud like this is not afraid of retribution.

Seeing that I didn't move, Nalang Gao asked me, "Brother Nine, what's the matter, come in?"

I nodded, kicked the shroud under my feet aside, and stretched my other foot in.

After entering the room with my whole body, I felt a layer of goose bumps on my arms, and the cool wind kept irritating my skin. The visibility of my eyes was less than three meters, and I could only vaguely see a bed on the left side of the room. There are some clothes worn by the old man piled up. Opposite the bed is a short Eight Immortals table, on which some things are placed in a mess.

When I saw the Eight Immortals Table, I walked over and planned to clean the table. After all, Yin and Misfortune was held in a room, and the Eight Immortals Table was needed as an altar.

So, I walked over to the Eight Immortals table, put the funeral supplies in my hand beside the bed, and cleaned up the things on the Eight Immortals table.

When Lang Gao saw that I was making a move, he followed me in and asked me if I needed help?

I shook my head and said, "You just need to fix the soul-calling flag in your hand. Later, the soul-calling flag will be the protagonist."

While talking, I cleaned up the Eight Immortals table. It took about three or four minutes. I cleaned up the Eight Immortals table and put the things on the table on the bed next to it.

After doing all this, I clapped my hands and was about to put some things down, but at this moment, there was a 'click' sound, like some kind of broken sound.

In this dim room, not to mention making such a sound, even a slight movement is enough to scare people.

As soon as I heard the voice, I immediately withdrew my hands, took a step back involuntarily, and turned my head to look at Lang Gao, only to see that he was sweating profusely and his body was trembling slightly.

I was very puzzled, what happened to Lang Gao?Just ask him: "Did you step on something?"

He gasped, and pointed to his feet.

I looked along his fingers, and almost didn't cry out, I found a black and white photo under his feet. In that photo was an old lady, about eighty years old, with silver flowers, skin like dead wood, and tight eyes. Staring at the front closely, there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as I saw this, I couldn't help but shudder, and immediately said: "Why are you standing there, move your feet quickly!"

Na Lang Gao came to understand, and immediately stepped up.

I don't know what's going on, every time he takes a step, the photo is stuck to the bottom of his feet, and when he takes a step, the photo moves.

Fuck, what the hell, how could the photo get on the soles of the shoes.

I immediately put down the things in my hands, walked up to Lang Gao, and asked him to lift his feet. I squatted down, grabbed the photo with one hand, and pulled it lightly. The photo seemed to have a magical power, and it stuck tightly to Lang Gao's feet. , can't pull it off at all.

"Ninth... Brother Nine, did I... offend... this old lady?" Lang Gao's voice trembled as he spoke, dripping with sweat.

I understand his worry. He was worried that it would be unlucky to step on a photo of a dead person, so I said to him: "It's okay, maybe you accidentally stepped on it. Afterwards, burn some yellow paper for the old man and apologize. It shouldn't be a big deal." .”

While comforting him, I tugged at the photo vigorously. To my dismay, after seven or eight times of tugging, the photo remained motionless and stuck tightly.

Lang Gao seemed to realize something was wrong, so he spoke again. He said, "Brother Ninth, why haven't you recovered yet? My feet are almost numb."

"Hurry up!" I replied casually, and it was hard to tell him the truth, mainly because I was afraid that he would mess up when he found out.

At that moment, I exerted my strength again, and when I pulled hard, I heard a 'hiss', and the photo was torn in two by me. The half I held in my hand was below the old man's chin, which Lang Gao stepped on. It’s the half of the old man’s head. I don’t know if it’s my eyesight or what’s going on. I seem to see the old man in the photo and smile at me. That smile is very sinister.

(End of this chapter)