Who is my upstairs

Chapter 59
Glancing at the picture on the phone, Yang Xiaofan found this picture in a QQ space album with a dark background. The picture was taken fairly clearly. The owner of the space only left two tags for the picture: "seal" and "corpse evil". ".

Li Shaohuang simply nodded his head. He still felt that it was too unreliable to copy according to the pictures on the Internet, and it would be too childish to conclude that this spell can calm down the yin energy in the basement based on these alone.

Back then, his father had his grandfather teach him how to draw talismans. In the end, he had practiced each spell thousands of times, and he had achieved little success in the field of talisman drawing.

Even if the spells in this space album are real, ordinary people may not be able to draw them right according to them.

Because spells pay attention to strokes and order, if there is any mistake in it, it will become waste paper and have no effect.The effect of the spell also has a strong relationship with the skill of the drawer.

The spells drawn by the old Mr. Yin and Yang can drive away evil spirits and avoid ghosts, and avoid disadvantages.

The talismans drawn by ordinary beginners are just decorations and cannot play a big role.

Nevertheless, Li Shaohuang went downstairs to get cinnabar and yellow paper, and a Langhao brush that his father usually used to draw symbols.

The Langhao pen has not been used for many years, and the tip of the pen is as dry as a stone. After soaking in warm water for a while, it barely opens.

The soaked pen tip, in the transparent glass, has red water marks. These water marks are the cinnabar that was not cleaned in the early years, and it is more than ten years ago.

Yang Xiaofan followed the pictures on his phone, and first copied one, the technique was very unfamiliar, and he didn't even get half a dozen or seven cents of it.

Li Shaohuang sighed in his heart, he almost gave up any hope, this will have to wait for Yang Xiaofan to learn how to draw symbols, and he doesn't know when it will be.

The so-called business once and familiar with the second time, after all, Yang Xiaofan often watched her father draw talismans, and he may not remember the order of the strokes clearly.

But in the second time of painting, the big pen in my hand followed the subconscious memory, and it turned out to be like flowing water, and the outline was completed with one stroke.

Li Shaohuang looked at the yellow paper that was not completely dry, and compared it with the one on the phone repeatedly, and it was almost exactly the same, exactly the same.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that this is the level at which a person can draw a talisman for the second time. Yang Xiaofan's painting is definitely at the level of a master.

"How about Shaohuang, can this talisman paper work?"

For Yang Xiaofan, the childhood memories are already very vague, and she can't remember many details, so she only draws based on the feeling of this memory.

Although Li Shaohuang doesn't know how to draw talismans, but after all, he grew up in that environment. When he was a child, he watched his elders play with drawing talismans to drive away ghosts, so he naturally understood some things, and he opened his mouth to point out a few points for Yang Xiaofan to improve.

After Li Shaohuang's guidance, Yang Xiaofan seemed to have found a way, cut out a few pieces of yellow paper with a paper knife, took a deep breath, and drew a few pieces in succession.

"How about this time?"

Yang Xiaofan can feel that the talismans drawn in the next few pictures should come in handy.

"Try it, it should work." Li Shaohuang said thoughtfully.

In Li Shaohuang's eyes, these spells are already at the level of a master.

Li Shaohuang finally began to realize the unusual side of Yang Xiaofan. Although she had never studied metaphysics, she was born with a pure yin destiny, which made her quite talented in this area. very deep.

Take Yang Xiaofan downstairs to seal the basement entrance, maybe she can be busy.

After a pause, Li Shaohuang suggested: "Miss Xiaofan, let me carry you down and have a look together."

Yang Xiaofan also knows that to seal the coffin, he still needs to put nails on the coffin, put weights on it, and finally stick a talisman on the seam between the coffin lid and the coffin.

Sealing the yin energy in the cellar, relying on the strength of these few yellow papers alone, seems a bit weak, and it happens that I can think of a safer countermeasure with Li Shaohuang when I go down by myself.

Yang Xiaofan nodded, agreeing.

Li Shaohuang went downstairs with Yang Xiaofan on his back, and put Yang Xiaofan down in the kitchen. Both of them bent their knees at the entrance of the basement, kneeling on their cat waists to open the dark board made of tiles.

Under the dark board is an iron door laid flat, with iron pillars crossing the iron door every three to five centimeters, and a double-headed purple gold lock is fastened to the door.

This lock, which Li Shaohuang knew, was used by his great-grandfather to lock important documents issued by the central government when he was working in the Metropolitan Police Department.It has a double lock cylinder and cannot be opened without a paired key.

Unexpectedly, I will come back to lock the iron door of this basement now.

Standing at the iron gate, one could feel the gusts of wind blowing up from below, and there was a strong smell of dust in the air.

Yang Xiaofan's father was used to dealing with the dead, either helping people build new graves or moving their ancestors' graves.She could smell this smell from her father since she was a child. This smell should be the unique corpse smell of the dead.

In the basement of Li's house, there was a dead body smell, which indicated that there were dead people below.

Knocking down from the top, it was pitch black and dim, and one could only vaguely see a corridor below.Only by opening the door can we see clearly where the corridor leads to.

In the gradually dark wind, there were also strange whimpering sounds and a woman's crying.

The woman seemed to be calling Li Shaohuang's name, her voice was soft and full of charm: "Li Shaohuang... Shaohuang, come down with me... Li Shaohuang... I'm so lonely down there..."

"She...she... came to look for you..." Yang Xiaofan heard the echoing voice from the basement, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and the wind made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Li Shaohuang took the initiative to put his arm around Yang Xiaofan's trembling shoulders, and comforted him, "Sister Xiaofan, don't worry about me, I am pure yangming, they can't easily harm me. You wait for me here, I will prepare some millet."

Millet?

Is there still millet in Li's ancestral house?
When Yang Xiaofan was in his hometown, he heard about this custom, as long as the buttocks that have been exposed to the sun in June are dyed with yang energy, it can drive away evil spirits.

But the zombies in the ancient tomb are glutinous rice and black donkey hooves who are afraid of evil spirits.

Yang Xiaofan was still thinking about some ways to exorcise evil spirits and avoid ghosts in his mind, suddenly, a pale human hand protruded from the gap in the iron gate railing.

It was very fast, and it reached Yang Xiaofan's chest in one fell swoop, Yang Xiaofan broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't foolishly wait for this hand to take his life.

He casually grabbed a frying pan from the stove behind him, and with all his strength, he slammed it hard on the skinny white one.

"Bump—" the withered hand was hit by the frying pan, the withered hand didn't seem to feel it, it just paused, and quickly grabbed Yang Xiaofan again.

(End of this chapter)