Who is my upstairs

Chapter 29
In the evening, Yang Xiaofan's bag was filled with all kinds of small things to exorcise evil spirits and avoid ghosts, ranging from mahogany swords in the East, copper coins and yellow paper for suppressing ghosts, to holy water and crystal balls in the West.

When the subway arrived at the city's commercial plaza, the fashion show that Lin Luoluo was going to attend at night happened to be there, and the time was running out, so she got off halfway.

Yang Xiaofan could only take the subway to the bus station by himself. After getting off the subway, Yang Xiaofan looked at the street signs and found that he still had to walk for a while to get to the bus station.

The subway exit of this station is very busy, and after nightfall, it is full of night market stalls.

The stalls in the night market are placed in the open air, and an incandescent lamp hangs in the middle of the stall, lighting up the whole street into a bright scene.Carrying a black bag, she walked through the crowds of the night market, and suddenly saw a small shop integrated with the residential building in a corner, close to the residential building.

The small shop is only two or three steps away from the night market, but it does not have the bustling energy of the night market.

In the dark night, the dim shop is blocked by the counter, as if it is isolated from the world.

On the counter is a Feng Shui plate with the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes, several lifelike rubber snakes, and a clay pot that Yang Xiaofan looks very familiar with.

On the walls of the store are the meridians of human bones, the lines of palms, and facial makeup of all living beings.

The owner of the store is wearing a long gown, and on his head is a small round cap worn by people in the Qing Dynasty. According to the old name, it should be a "six-in-one unified cap".

This should be a place for fortune-telling.

Yang Xiaofan was secretly attracted by the clay pots on the counter, stepped on high heels, and walked slowly to the front of the small shop.

As soon as she arrived, the shopkeeper got up slowly, lowered his head and asked her, "Is this lady a fortune teller?"

That voice was old.

Yang Xiaofan was a little strange, could the owner see her coming with his head down?
At this time, the shopkeeper raised his head slowly, Yang Xiaofan realized that the shopkeeper is blind, it seems that his hearing is very strong, he can feel where she is.

With the help of hearing, the blind man can turn his head and face Yang Xiaofan's direction.

Because Yang Xiaofan didn't speak, the blind man squinted his eyes and smiled, and said slowly: "This lady is full of yin, she must have come across something unclean, so she came here to find her."

Yang Xiaofan was taken aback, she didn't know if she had met a liar, or if the other party could really see that she was haunted by evil spirit recently.But after thinking about it, I found it funny that I would believe what a quack warlock said in the night market. The blind man must have made up nonsense.

The blind man seemed to guess what Yang Xiaofan was thinking, and said, "Your birthday should be on the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, right? If I guess wrong, you can treat me like an ignorant liar."

"It's my birthday... you're right, did you calculate it?" Yang Xiaofan asked in a low voice.

The blind man smiled "hehe", pretending to be mysterious, and said, "The heavenly secrets must not be revealed. However, you can tell me about the troubles you have encountered recently, and I will help you think of ways to resolve them, okay?"

After standing silently in front of the counter for a long time, Yang Xiaofan finally took a breath, and slowly opened his mouth, telling the blind man what happened to him in Li's ancestral house.

The blind man rubbed his chin and told Yang Xiaofan to come closer, he wanted to tell Yang Xiaofan's fortune by touching his bones.Yang Xiaofan thought to himself, the blind man in front of her is indeed a fortune teller, if she can solve this matter through fortune telling, then she will be relieved in the future.

Listening to the blind man's words, Yang Xiaofan walked a little closer, the blind man got up from the chair, stretched out his hand and groped Yang Xiaofan's face for a while, his face slowly sank.

Then, he proposed to touch Yang Xiaofan's hand, Yang Xiaofan was touched by him, it felt a bit strange.It doesn't look like bone grinding, it's a bit like Xu Zhiwen wants to have sex at night, foreplay...

The blind fortune-teller took the next step, and the outstretched pig's trotter touched her chest.

Yang Xiaofan's body flashed suddenly, and he said nervously: "What do you want to do?"

The blind man apologized calmly and calmly: "I'm sorry, miss, it's very inconvenient for me to lose a pair of tricks. If there is any offense, please forgive me, miss."

Only then did Yang Xiaofan suppress the vigilant look on her face, she took a step back, keeping a distance of more than one step from where the blind man was.She thought to herself, as long as the blind man messed around again, she would call for help immediately.

"You said, you also have a pot like this?" the blind fortune-teller asked after touching the pot on the counter a few times.

Yang Xiaofan nodded, thinking that the blind man is invisible, he whispered: "Yes, there is indeed an identical one in the house. Is there any connection between this clay pot and the woman in red in the house?"

"Contact, I can't guess. The function of this clay pot in ancient times has no way to be verified, but there are spells on the inner wall of it, which can keep the pot always cool. Mountain Taoists would bring them with them to hide their aura of being alive. Of course, there are also people in Yangzhai who gather Qi in the house to make a fortune." The blind man said every word, with a strange look on the corner of his mouth. Smiling, "As far as I know, there are only three clay pots left in existence, and two of them are in the hands of the girl. There must be a certain reason."

Tomb robbers use pottery pots to cover up the breath of living people in order to dig graves. There are only three pottery pots left in the world, and the blind fortune-teller in front of him is one.

that……

Based on Yang Xiaofan's IQ, he roughly guessed the blind man's identity, his lips trembled, the blind man's identity had already jumped to his lips, but Yang Xiaofan swallowed it back in fright.

Thinking about the cases of the theft of imperial tombs in the late Qing Dynasty, and the headlines in the newspapers about tomb robbers vying for the funerary objects in the tomb and killing each other, Yang Xiaofan was terrified of the tomb robbery business.

Tomb robbers go in and out of hidden places, behave sneakily, and most of them are tainted with bad luck in the tomb.

Yang Xiaofan's keen eyes glanced at the blind man's fingers, there was a lot of mud mixed in between the nails, and he could almost discern the look of the mud when he looked carefully: there were yellow and black, and there was also a small amount of red mud.

Although after time, the nails have already grown together, but if it is confirmed that he is a tomb robber, then the soil between his nails should be the rammed earth left over from the upper layer of the ancient tomb when digging the grave.

The more he stayed here, the more Yang Xiaofan felt that this blind man was not a good person, his left hand tightened the bag on his right shoulder, Yang Xiaofan didn't stay any longer, turned around and left without saying hello.

(End of this chapter)