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Chapter 5

That night, it was snowing heavily and it was severe cold again.

In the Hanqiao area of ​​Weishui County, the poor people live.

On Youfang Street, in front of a dilapidated door hung with white sails, it was covered in white and looked desolate.

In the past two days, many people stopped in front of this gate.

One reason is that this gate has been vacant for more than twenty years, and now it has been re-occupied, which naturally attracts the attention of the neighbors.

Secondly, I want to see how the well-known shoemaker in Hanqiao has fallen into poverty—a few years ago, the old shoemaker’s business was very good, so he naturally saved some money and moved to a wealthy family to afford it. The bridge area.It's a pity, I didn't live up to my expectations, I went to Tongbao Gambling House and lost all my family's wealth, even sold the small house near Tianqiao, so I had to move back to my ancestral house near Hanqiao.

Three times, it was natural that the old shoemaker was so angry that he died. The mansion was surrounded by sorrow and joy for several days, and it also attracted some people who watched the excitement.

At the time of the second watch, it was snowing heavily, and on the streets and alleys, the watchman and the manure picker met, chatted, and briefly talked about the changes in the shoemaker's family in the past few days.

But after they passed by, what they didn't know was that it was just outside the dilapidated mansion, in an alley.

A figure has already listened to all these small talk.

In the heavy snow, the figure stood in the shadow of the alley, soundless, like a dead thing.After the watchman and the manure picker strayed away, he just walked back quietly.

That appearance clearly looked like a rickety old man of dozens, stepping on the soft snow, but leaving no trace.

Very weird.

The figure came to the dilapidated door of the shoemaker's family, kicked lightly on the wall, and as if it had no weight, it rose with the cold wind and fell into the courtyard without a sound.

In the portal, in the room.

The one-faced young man settled the old woman who had just fallen asleep, turned around and gently closed the door, and turned into another hut.

Inside the house, the traces of being used as a mourning hall have not been completely removed, money papers are scattered, incense ash is piled up, and a few shaking oil lamps flicker, bringing a little warmth.

On the wall hangs a thin portrait of the old shoemaker.

At the base of the wall, there was an old wooden bed.

The square-faced youth came to the bed, took out a cloth bag from under the pillow, and felt the cold and hard touch of the broken silver inside.

During the silence, he seemed to be very tired from sending the old shoemaker up the mountain during the day. He lay down, hugged the cloth bag tightly, wrapped in the quilt, and fell asleep.

Half asleep, half awake, whether it was because of the severe cold weather or depression, the square-faced youth sneezed suddenly!
A sneeze!

He sniffled, rolled over, and was about to go back to sleep.

But suddenly there was a crisp bang!
It was like the sound of something heavy hitting the ground!

The square-faced youth was startled suddenly, woke up, and lit the oil lamp.

But I saw that it was the portrait of the old man above my head, and I don't know if it was because of the strong wind and snow, it fell to the ground.

The square-faced young man crawled out of bed, picked up the portrait, sighed, and muttered,
"Father, I'm sorry for you."

"But don't worry, I have already borrowed a lot, and tomorrow I can borrow some from Zhou Yuanwai's son."

"He has a good relationship with his son, so he will definitely not be stingy."

"After borrowing money, I'll go to Tongbao Gambling Shop again, and win back what I lost!"

"When the time comes, take your mother back to Tianqiao, and then move your grave to Mingyue Mausoleum. Don't worry!"

While talking, a gust of cold wind came in from the window and blew out the oil lamp!

The square-faced young man couldn't help shivering, stretched out his hand tremblingly, wiped the black, and hung the old shoemaker's portrait on it.

Just about to get into bed and go to sleep.

But suddenly I heard someone talking in my ear!
"Hanging upside down!"

The square-faced young man froze for a moment, and groped for the portrait in the dark. Sure enough, it didn't feel right, it was indeed hung upside down.

This is disrespectful!

After he straightened it up, he subconsciously blurted out, "Thank you!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, an indescribable chill seeped out from the tip of his heart, and in the blink of an eye, it spread all over his limbs, his internal organs!

Scared all over stiff!Two battles!
In the middle of the night, he and his wife were the only ones in the dilapidated house.

And in order to prevent his old mother from finding out that he had borrowed money from someone to go to Tongbao Casino again, he also bolted the door of this room.

In other words, at this point, he should be the only one in this room!

That being the case, who was speaking out just now? !

Thinking of this, the square-faced youth only felt that his whole body was covered in blood, and all of them froze.

Endless cold!

What's more, the sound of "hanging upside down", how do you hear it, how familiar?

Why is he so like his dead father?
"You still want to gamble?"

Another cold question echoed in the ears of the square-faced youth, making him shudder again!
Like frosted wood, he turned his head stiffly. With the faint light reflected from the snow outside the window, the square-faced young man could only see a hunched figure standing behind him.

His face was pale and bloodless, his pupils were pitch-black and breathtaking, and that old face covered with wrinkles was eerie and terrifying!
Couldn't it be the old shoemaker who was buried in the daytime today?

"Dad...Dad?" The square-faced youth was completely dumbfounded, and tremblingly uttered!

"Niezi! Do you still dare to gamble?" The ghost spoke again, angry and cold, as if it came from the nether world!
"Father! Father! I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore!" Fang Lian asked for advice, his scalp was numb with fright, and the hot air surged between his legs, and he lost control!
He was already guilty of the old shoemaker's death, but now that the body was buried, and such a strange thing happened, how could he not be surprised!

But that ghost figure didn't listen to what he said, as if teleporting, it suddenly rushed to him within an inch!
That bluish-white grimace and long scarlet tongue were about to touch the tip of the square-faced young man's nose!
"Nizi, if you dare to gamble again, father will take you away with me, so as not to drive your mother to death!"

The extremely cold voice echoed in his ears, causing the square-faced young man to lose any ability to think for a moment.

I can only close my eyes tightly and nod my head!
"Father! The child dare not!"

"The child dare not!"

"Boy, I will pay back all the money I borrowed tomorrow!"

"Father! The child is wrong!"

"..."

The square-faced young man is just an ordinary person, where has he ever met such a ghostly ghost, he can't help being frightened into hysteria, resounding through the wandering streets!
He didn't know how long he yelled, until the coldness completely faded away before he dared to open his eyes!

But in front of him, there was nothing.

The whole person, limp on the ground!

There was only the sound of his old lady knocking on the door worriedly outside the door!
The next day, the heavy snow stopped and the golden rooster dawned.

It was still daylight, and on Youfang Street, people gathered in front of the dilapidated door of the old shoemaker, pointing fingers.

It turned out that last night, when the square-faced young man was frightened, his voice was so loud that he woke up the neighbors.

This early in the morning, the story of the shoemaker being haunted by ghosts spread throughout the lesser half of Youfang Street.

How could these poor people miss such excitement, and they came to find out before going to the market to work.

However, as soon as the door of the shoemaker's house was opened, the square-faced young man who was tightly wrapped took the borrowed silver that was originally used as gambling money, knocked on the door of the creditor from door to door, and returned all the money.

Even if he passed by the Tongbao Casino on the way, he didn't dare to take a second look!
Then, after resting for a few days, the square-faced young man seemed to be a different person. He got the shoe-making and repairing notes left by his father from his mother, and from then on, he never mentioned the gambling thing.

As for what happened that night, the square-faced youth never mentioned it to anyone.

It's just that everyone guessed some clues from his overnight change and his hysterical panic.

As for the story, it was passed on orally, and it was also embellished by the storytellers under the overpass, amplifying the supernatural aspects of it, and telling it as a story to the tea drinkers in the past.

This passage is called, The Prodigal Son Turns Back, Returning from a Lost Way.
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Of course, these are all for later.

Yu Chen, who used the technique of paper man and paper horse to create the ghost of the old shoemaker, put the paper man away after scaring the square-faced youth, and went back to Qingfengling under the heavy snow.

——With his current spirit, he is still unable to control the paper figurines in the county town while standing on the mausoleum.

So that night, when the paper figurine of the ghost sneaked into the square-faced young man's room while he settled down with his mother, Yu Chen was at the corner of Youfang Street, manipulating the paper figurine.

After threatening the square-faced young man, he took the paper figurine away and brushed off his clothes before the people who watched the fun gathered.

This is what Yu Chen thought of.

He and the square-faced young man had no relatives or reasons, so it was impossible for the other party to listen to his persuasion, not to mention his parents must have persuaded him countless times.

If you really want this prodigal son to turn around and realize his lost way, then you have to give him a hard dose of medicine!
But now Yu Chen, who can't write in literature, can't use martial arts in martial arts. Naturally, he can only rely on paper figurine thaumaturgy, transform himself into a shoemaker's ghost, and teach that square-faced young man a lesson he will never forget—to make him think about gambling in the future. Think of his old man's grimace.

Although he suffered from the cold at night, it took him an hour to recover after returning to Qingfengling and burrowing into the blanket.

But Yu Chen felt quite at ease.

Firstly, it was naturally because the square-faced young man no longer gambled, so he saved a family and did good deeds.

Secondly, it is naturally the promised benefits of saving people.

In the past, just relying on the skills of paper men and paper horses, he had scared a rascal like Dao-faced Dazhuang crazy, and turned back the square-faced young prodigal son who was so stubborn that his father would even gamble to death.

In the final analysis, all of this is due to the benefits given by that person.

Now that another last wish has been fulfilled, what will the Durenjing give him?

(End of this chapter)