Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 139 Strange things in the strange village ([-])

In the middle of winter, eating a bowl of hot pot-side paste early in the morning is so blissful.

After I finished eating the hotpot paste, Uncle Li came back, sat at the table with me, and ate the hotpot paste that Aunt Li served for him with her own hands.

Seeing Aunt Li walk out, I couldn't help but ask Uncle Li, "Uncle Li, what were you doing ringing the bell and wandering around just now?"

Uncle Li stopped chirping and raised his twinkling little eyes to look at me, "Well... I'm asking you to get up!"

puff!wake me up?Ringing bells in the yard just to wake me up?
When I was in school, I was often called by music on the radio. Could it be that you learned it there?All right!

"Thank you, Uncle Li!" Regardless of whether it's true or not, we can't be rude and thank you first.

"You can't go out anywhere until Sniffle takes your ID card. Tell me what you want to eat or buy, and we'll go out and buy it for you." Uncle Li said suddenly.

When I heard that they were going out, I felt happy. I had to take advantage of them to go shopping and try to find the ghost of Lao Zhangtuo in the ancestral hall.

Uncle Zhou and I had just met the ghost of Lao Zhangtuo last time. He has not left for 16 years. I think it has only been a few days, so he should still be there, right?
I deliberately made a long list of items for Lao Lizi and his wife, and also gave them some extra money, thinking that it should be able to block them some more time.

After they left and locked the door, I started looking for the ghost of Lao Zhangtuo in the ancestral hall.

Of course, I had to unseal the "yin and yang eyes" first. Before doing so, I thought about it because while looking for the ghost of Lao Zhangtuo, I would probably see other ghosts.

For example, those ghosts who were burned alive.

In everyone's eyes, I am the culprit who killed them, and the possibility of being retaliated against is as high as 90.00%. Even if the ghost in my belly will save my life, he is sometimes ineffective, and the risk factor is so But it’s quite big!

"Grandpa Lao Zhangtuo, Grandpa Lao Zhangtuo, it's me, I'm Leilei, please come out and meet me." I carefully ducked my waist and sneaked through the corridors, corridors, and small rooms. .

Over and over again, I called him the same name I used to call him when I was a child. After the death of Grandpa Zhangtuo, apart from Uncle Zhou, I am probably the only one I have ever seen called Grandpa Zhangtuo. If others heard this, they would definitely think I was crazy.

It is said that the sun is shining high and the grass is green outside the ancestral hall, which is full of life, but only separated by a wall, the huge ancestral hall yard has rotten wood and withered grass, and no grass grows.

There seemed to be traces of land reclamation by the old Li Zi and his wife on several pieces of land, but they did not bring any greenery to the yard.

I walked around the courtyard and finally entered the sacrificial hall at the back.

There is a sacrificial hall at the back of the ancestral hall. The sacrificial hall enshrines the honorary plaques of the ancient champions and their spiritual tablets. This sacrificial hall is the place that Mr. Zhangtuo likes to clean the most.

When I was a kid, I snuck in and played hide-and-seek with Nose Qiang. Every time I hid in there, I got to know Grandpa Zhangtuo.

I walked into the memorial hall, and as soon as I stepped in, the door behind me closed automatically with a bang.

I suddenly turned around and looked at the strange door, my heart was pounding, I always felt that someone might come out from behind the door.

Calm down, I searched carefully.

The sacrificial hall is still very clean and tidy. There are all kinds of ancient books on the shelves in the glass window, which are not covered with a little dust. There is a long desk in the middle, which is filled with the top scholars of Wenling Village over the past thousand years. Jinshi's memorial tablet, the whole sacrificial hall is solemn and solemn, with a faint air of mystery.

I bowed respectfully first, lifted up the tablecloth and looked under the table, then opened the cupboard to check. I turned over the curtains again and again. I looked a little impatiently and didn't miss any small place.

When I was worried, I saw the red curtain on the other side of the desk moving, and I felt excited, "Could it be Grandpa Zhang?" My hand slowly reached towards the red curtain...

(End of this chapter)