forbidden area

Chapter 2

Later, I could only walk out of her house with the moon cake box, and there was an extra 1000 yuan in the box that I should have picked up.

It's just that at this moment, my mood is not at all the joy of picking up 1000 yuan, but rather worried.

Because I didn't get any useful details from the old lady's daughter-in-law. I only know that her mother-in-law went upstairs with the scallions drying downstairs, and then saw the pile of money at my door, and then happily picked it up. , it will not work that night.

The only useful detail might be that she said her mother-in-law died with a terrified expression and wide-eyed eyes.

I went back to the house and thought about it carefully again. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was weird, so I called the unit and asked for leave, then took a taxi and went to Ghost Street.

The ghost street here is actually a street selling funeral supplies, and there are many small fortune-telling shops in it. I walked around and found a small shop that looked good.

The person who received me was an old man, and I told all the strange things I encountered these days verbatim. After listening to this, the old man closed his eyes for a long time without making a sound, and opened his eyes and asked me, "Young man, do you know what is happening at your door?" Why is there paper money?"

I shook my head with a confused face, thinking in my heart that I fucking knew and still came to ask you?

The old man took a sip of the tea on the table while the old god was there, and then said to me, "That's the old lady's repayment for you."

I was dumbfounded after hearing this and said, "What? I didn't lend her any money either!"

The old man smiled and said, "That's the money that should have been picked up by you, but it was picked up by the old lady. Someone is upset, so the old lady can only pay you back with dead money."

Although the old man's tone was relaxed, he was covered in cold sweat, so I hurriedly asked the old man, "Then who threw this money at my door? What does it mean to send me money?"

The old man smiled again and said, "Young man, do you know what this money is?"

I shook my head and looked at him nervously, the old man took another sip of tea and said, "This is your life money."

"What? Money for life?" I heard it, my eyes almost fell out, and I yelled out in an instant.

But the old man patted me on the shoulder to keep me calm, then poured me another cup of tea before continuing, "This man, you can earn a lot of money in your lifetime, and if you spend it all, you're almost at the end of your life. The one who gives you money is equivalent to sending you all the money you want to earn in this life in advance, and after you spend it, you will not be far from death, this is called life-buying money."

What the old man said made my mouth dry, I took the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, and then asked him, "Master, what do you mean, the person who gave me the money wanted my money?" Life?"

The old man nodded with a leisurely expression. My first thought at the time was that the old man was fooling me, but when I heard him say that someone wanted my life, I was still a little panicked, so I asked him, "Master, what should I do?" What should I do? You have to help me!"

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at me and said, "Have you spent the money you picked up?"

I thought about it, nodded with cold sweat on my face, but immediately shook my head and said, "I just spent a little, the money for the first three days, today's [-], and the old lady picked it up." I didn't move for a thousand times!"

But the old man first sighed a long time, then curled his lips and said, "It's not a question of how much you spend, but whether you've spent it. Since you've already spent it, I'm not the same."

After the old man finished speaking, he bowed his head and began to drink tea and stopped talking. The less he talked, the more anxious I became in my heart. The more panicked.

When I thought about it, I still had the ones I picked up at home anyway, so I took out 500 yuan from my pocket and put it on the table and said, "Master, I only have these in my pocket. If it is not enough, I will go back to get it." , just help me figure out a way!"

Then I specifically emphasized that this is my money, not someone who picked it up.

The old man stroked his beard, thought for a while and said to me, "Actually, what I said is that there is no way to do it head-on, but you have to tie the bell to untie the bell. If the person who gave you the money breaks the game, You will still be saved."

As soon as I heard the old man say this, I felt that he was obviously playing with me just now, just waiting for me to pay, and I was a little upset, but the money was already on the table, and I couldn’t get it back, so I frowned Ask him, "The key is that I have never seen that person, how can I let him break this situation by himself?"

The old man put away the money and asked me, "Think about it, have you offended anyone recently?"

I sat there with my head down and thought hard for a long time, and finally I could only shake my head. At most, someone secretly disliked me, but even if they disliked me a little, it would not kill me, so I really Unexpected.

Seeing me shaking my head, the old man thought for a while and asked me, "Then you didn't throw away the box that contained the money this morning?"

I nodded vigorously, and the old man also nodded and walked out. When he came in again, he had a few willow leaves outside the door in his hand, and then he went to the back room and brought out a bowl of clear water for me. I pricked my finger and dripped a few drops of blood into the bowl, then smashed willow leaves and put them into the bowl, finally took out a piece of yellow paper from my pocket and asked me to use the pricked finger Write on paper as he says.

What he said is a bit like classical Chinese, but the general meaning is, let the person who gave me money let me go, I was ignorant and accidentally offended him before, but as long as he breaks the game, everything is negotiable .

After I finished writing, the old man didn't touch the yellow paper again, but he took a brush and drew a mark on the back of the paper, and then told me to put the paper in the box at night, and put it outside the door together, and put it away. Sometimes I want to burn some paper money.

As soon as I heard that paper money had to be burned, I asked him with a puzzled face, "Why do I have to burn paper money? Is it for the old Mrs. Wu who just died next door?"

But the old man waved his hand and said, "You never thought about how the money was delivered to your door, and why no one picked up the money at your door, but this old lady picked it up?"

I shook my head and looked at him blankly, and the old man snorted and said, "That person should have tampered with the place where you live long ago, using your hair or fingernails to cover up the situation, except you Others shouldn't be able to see the money, but the old lady's time is approaching, her yang energy is weak and her yin energy is heavy, so she can see the money."

Although I didn't quite trust the old man just now, after hearing what he said now, I still felt chills.Seeing the frown on my face, the old man patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, young man, this is a way of hurting the enemy by one thousand and self-damage by eight hundred. If he really hurts you, he will be fine too." No."

After he finished speaking, I stared at him angrily. He was not consoling. It was obvious that he didn't hurt his back while standing up and talking.

But then I remembered that he still had something to explain, so I asked him, "Master, why did he send the money to my door? It's been so many times, isn't he afraid of being seen?"

When I asked this question, I wondered in my heart, if I squatted at the door tonight, would I be able to catch this person?But the old man said coldly, "It wasn't from him, it was from his little ghost."

I was dumbfounded after listening to it, why is this a brat?

It took me a long time to speak again, but no matter how much I talked to the old man, the old man refused to accompany me home, he just told me to put the yellow paper at night, and then come to him tomorrow.

I saw that the old man would definitely not go back with me, so I had no choice but to give up and go back by myself. To be honest, I still don’t really believe in this, but I just think it’s too much for him to earn my 500 yuan. easy.

After I got home, I made myself a stutterer, and after I finished eating, I would watch TV in the house and wait until it got dark. I also bought the paper money when I came back, and everything was ready.

I don’t know if the TV in the afternoon is too boring. I fell asleep watching it, and then I always heard someone calling my name in my dream. When I opened my eyes, there was only the sound of the TV in the room. I was so lost He fell asleep all afternoon, and when he woke up, it was completely dark.

I saw that it was time, so I went out with my things. There are no sensor lights in our corridor, and usually only the moonlight coming through the window in the corridor is considered bright, but today is a cloudy day, and it is dark outside. A little light was useless, but there was candlelight from the mourning hall of the old Wu family next door.

The candlelight flickered gently, illuminating the entire corridor flickeringly, creating an indescribably eerie feeling.

(End of this chapter)