Ares Little Farmer

Chapter 254 Burning corpse oil, meditating to attract ghosts

"Is there a ghost? Isn't this a haunted house full of noise?"

"Where is the ghost? Where is it?"

"Come out and show the uncle? If it's a beautiful female ghost, I don't mind letting you enjoy how powerful the uncle's golden cudgel is. The uncle's golden cudgel is designed to beat female ghosts!"

Tong Ziqi thought so in his heart, and the flashlight in his hand subconsciously shone into the dilapidated house.

In the light projection, there is a spiritual tablet in the center of the lobby of the old house.

Next to the coffin, there is a black and white photo the size of a chopping board, which is the photo of the girl 'Ji Xiangzhi' who died in this house.

It can be seen that this is a junior high school graduation photo, but it has been enlarged after being turned into black and white.

The girl in the photo is very delicate and beautiful. In her bright eyes, there seems to be a shyness towards the camera and the expectation for a better life in the future.

However, when the flashlight shone on this photo, Tong Ziqi always felt that those bright eyes seemed to penetrate into his heart at once, seeing through all his thoughts.

His heart skipped a beat, and his whole body felt cold again.

"What are you looking at? Did you fall in love with this beauty? It's a pity that he died, otherwise he could still pursue her as a girlfriend."

Beside Tong Ziqi, Yuan Qingzhu said with a smile.

She also stared at Ji Xiangzhi's posthumous photo several times, feeling a little chilly in her heart for no reason.

But all five of them were there, and she was also the main initiator of the proposal. If she showed fear, how shameful would it be?
So she also suppressed the inexplicable anxiety.

"There is no light in this room."

The light of the flashlight shines everywhere. This kind of old house, like an earthen house in the countryside more than ten years ago, is in very backward condition.

There were almost no light switches in the house, but on a broken and dusty table, everyone saw an oil lamp.

On the lacquered black oil lamp, there is a concave-convex glass cover covered with dust and black oil stains.

"What is this?"

Tong Ziqi's flashlight shone on the oil lamp.

Fan Wenxuan explained: "This is an oil lamp used in rural areas in the past. It is filled with diesel oil. The wick is a thick cotton thread that is one centimeter wide and one foot long. The wheel next to it is the size of a fingernail. , It can burn diesel continuously when it is lit. I saw it at my grandma’s house when I was a child.”

Hearing this, Shen Weifang laughed triumphantly and proudly, "Fan Wenxuan, you have been exposed, hahaha, you are a farmer."

Fan Wenxuan was a little dissatisfied: "Counting up three generations, it seems that your family is not a farmer. What's wrong with the farmer, digging your ancestor's grave?"

Shen Weifang was unhappy, and said: "The farmers are not good, they are just humble in their bones."

Fan Wenxuan became angry immediately, and was about to strike, but was stopped by Tong Ziqi.

"We're all friends, so what's the point of arguing? Besides, what's wrong with farmers, Wenxuan's family property is tens of millions now, so it's not bad."

The boy tried to persuade him to fight, but Shen Weifang felt uncomfortable after hearing these words.

The boy Qi Na meant nothing more than: Shen Weifang is certainly not from a peasant background, but his current family property may not be tens of millions, and he is not as good as Fan Wenxuan.

Isn't this just irony?

Qu Yumo noticed something was wrong, and immediately said: "Okay, stop arguing, is it interesting? What does it have to do with you if you are a farmer or not? We are here today to recruit ghosts for an adventure. It was originally a fun thing, why do we have to make conflicts and make everyone unhappy? "

Yuan Qingzhu also said: "That's right, it doesn't matter if you have more money or less, as long as you have enough to eat and drink, whoever is short of that money now, just sell a house for two or three million yuan. How about you, just give it to me." To save face, don’t make any noise, okay, grandma, I don’t sleep in the middle of the night, and I come here to toss around in this crappy house, just looking for excitement and fun, and you have made me lose my mood.”

After Yuan Qingzhu finished speaking, Tong Ziqi, Fan Wenxuan and Shen Weifang stopped talking.

Qu Yumo took out a lighter and prepared to light the oil lamp.

"After leaving it for so long, it must have run out of oil. Let's light the alcohol lamp made of corpse oil, gather around this table, hold hands with each other, concentrate on telepathy, and meditate to summon ghosts."

Tong Ziqi opened his mouth and said.

When Qu Yumo heard this, he didn't light the oil lamp again.

Tong Ziqi bit the flashlight in his mouth, then took off the backpack, pulled it open, and took out the finished alcohol lamp from it.

The alcohol lamp is not alcohol, but the corpse oil he fried.

After placing the lamp in the middle of the table, Qu Yumo pressed the lighter and lit the corpse oil alcohol lamp.

The light was turned on, and the light was very dim, with a little orange flame dancing from time to time, which made the environment in the room look a little weird.

"This taste... this oil is very fragrant! I rely on—"

Fan Wenxuan took a deep breath and couldn't help being extremely shocked, then he looked at the boy and said, "Have you eaten the fried fat residue?"

When he asked, the other three people who had smelled the scent of corpse oil all looked at Tong Ziqi.

The boy Qi smiled and said, "After licking it, I threw up. The taste is okay, but it's a bit strange, and I feel very disgusted."

"I'll go, you fucking | Mom really took a bite. Awesome!"

Even though Fan Wenxuan didn't have a good impression of Tong Ziqi, he was a little convinced at this moment.

But Shen Weifang showed disdain, and said, "What is this? With the darkness of the current society, it is impossible to say that there are human flesh in the buns and skewers we eat."

"Shen Weifang, are you disgusting? Do you have persecution paranoia? Or are you deliberately black?"

Qu Yumo frowned and said unhappy.

This Shen Weifang showed off, taunted, boasted, and showed off all the way. Why didn't he find this kind of person so annoying?
"Persecution paranoia? I think you are still too naive to understand the darkness of society."

Shen Weifang sneered.

"Darkness? How can you have such a comfortable life in darkness? The country has only developed for decades after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Although there are indeed some disadvantages, isn't this normal in developing countries? As long as the overall situation is getting better and better, it is in the Progress! Look at the constant wars in foreign countries, and compare our current comfortable life, you should reflect on it! Don't be instigated by some people with ulterior motives!"

Fan Wenxuan scolded coldly.

"I agree with this too!"

Qu Yumo expressed his opinion.

"That's how I see it too."

"Me too."

Yuan Qingzhu and Tong Ziqi also said at the same time.

Being refuted by four people, and two of them were his favorite beauties, Shen Weifang couldn't help being angry.

"Hehe, the money you use is very clean? Qu Yumo, your father flipped houses and drove up housing prices, so many poor people couldn't afford houses. Yuan Qingzhu, your family runs a large pig farm. What do you feed pigs? Garbage Feed? Can a piglet grow to three hundred catties in three months? Do you know that children will have precocious puberty after eating this kind of pork? Fan Wenxuan... I am really not qualified to say you, you are really good! But the boy What kind of shit are you, Qi, eels and eels raised in your family are used as contraceptives, right? Do you know how harmful the eels and eels raised in this way are for people to eat?"

"Of course, in today's society, businesses still control people's life and death? They just need to make money! Now, your parents, grandparents are such people! So, when you refute me, first teach your parents and grandpas Let's talk!"

"The clothes you wear, the food you eat, and the flashlights you use are all sinful, you know? There is a cycle of heaven, and you will have retribution in the end!"

Shen Weifang said sarcastically.

His words were spoken in a reprimanding tone, and there was no rebuttal at the scene.

"You are too extreme."

Fan Wenxuan sighed and said.

"Hehe, extreme, I'm just a cynic. Ridiculous? It's not ridiculous, it's just sad. I just watched, watched these black-hearted people go to hell."

Shen Weifang sneered.

Fan Wenxuan also stopped talking.

This old house is a bit cold, and the temperature seems to be getting lower now.

The light of the corpse oil alcohol lamp was also flickering.

(End of this chapter)