The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 110 The Bone Picker

"Today is the seventh day of September. You mean, the ghosts I saw were going to go to the top of the mountain to reunite and then go to the cliff for burial?" I asked.

The old stall leader nodded: "That's right. And let me tell you, these two days of the year are when the yin people borrow the way and the living people avoid it. No one who knows the inside story dares to appear in the village on these two days. Otherwise ..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, if a living person encounters the cliff burial team, they will be led by the soul-inducing flag to the cliff where the cliff burial is carried out, and they will be buried on the cliff with the corpses. So you met that team and were not taken away. , I will feel very strange. Now it should be the copper coin on your body that saved you, otherwise you must have followed the ghosts. Have you entered the village before? Have you ever seen a living person in the village? exist?"

Listening to the old stall's question, the doubts I had in my heart were finally explained.We have been wondering why the supplies and utensils in the houses in the village are neatly arranged, not like they are deserted, but there is no one there.

It turned out that they all knew that today was the day of cliff burial, so they would actively avoid it on this day.

After hearing this, I couldn't help being a little angry, so I said casually, "Uncle Tan, why didn't you put up a notice on the day of the cliff burial? You said that if someone walked in by mistake like us, wouldn't it hit the muzzle? Aren't you cheating people?"

The old stall owner glanced at me: "Fart, who said we didn't warn? Did the donkey at the entrance of the village see it?"

I nodded and said I saw it.

The old stall continued: "That is a warning. During the cliff burial days, since there are a large number of corpses in the village, it will attract lonely ghosts from outside. They must want to enter the village and occupy these bodies. But we put a donkey at the entrance of the village and made a ghost sacrifice, which is regarded as a sacrifice to those wild ghosts. They will retreat when they get benefits. At the same time, it is also a warning to those who want to come to the village. It is not suitable to enter the village now. Who knew that you guys were so foolish and bold that you ignored it and broke into the village."

"We are foreigners, how do we know this?" I complained with a bitter face, but I looked at the old stall in front of me and asked in surprise: "No, Mr. Tan. Aren't you also from this village? Everyone else is avoiding it, why don't you hide? The things you said are not all mysteries, are they?"

"Pfft..." The old stall suddenly exhaled a puff of dry smoke, which sprayed directly on my face.

The smell was so strong that it made me cough and cough a lot.

The old stall head said angrily: "My old stall head is so old, I haven't lied to anyone yet. If you believe it, believe it, or get out if you don't believe it. You can still catch up with that team now. You pick up the copper coins and then go to the other side. Go try it, and then you will know whether what the old stall is saying is true."

I coughed until tears came down, and quickly waved my hands and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan, I didn't mean that. I just don't understand why you don't hide."

The old stall head approached my face and asked sinisterly, "Do you know why I know such details and didn't hide?"

"For...why?"

The old stallman pointed to his nose: "Because I am the bone picker."

"Huh? Are you the bone picker?"

"It's guaranteed to be fake. With my hands, over the past ten years, I have picked hundreds of bones, not to mention thousands."

As he said that, the old stall showed his black, dry hands again in front of me.Those hands seemed to be covered with grease-like things, and they were so skinny that they were almost skinny.But the nails are very long and look sharp, just like a pair of eagle claws.

Looking at the hands of the old stall, I took another look at the unfinished pancakes in my hand.

I was stunned for more than ten seconds, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I threw the pancakes and ran out of the door, throwing up.

The old stall owner ignored me, and I vomited so much that I almost spit out my bile.

I walked back on my knees, and the old stall was still smoking pipes as if nothing had happened.

I said with a bitter face, "Didn't you say you were a pancake maker? How did you become a bone picker again?"

The old stall head said: "I said that I was a pancake maker in the early years. Who didn't know me at that time? The folks from ten miles and eight villages all came to buy my pancakes. It's just that the business was sluggish later, and I was too lazy to go out every day. Tan, I changed my job to be a bone picker. If you don’t hear clearly, blame me.”

I waved my hand: "Okay. I won't argue with you, I didn't hear you clearly..."

The old stall owner kicked the pancake that I threw on the ground: "That's good, just a little bit of food, and you ruined it. You can't think about it anymore. Don't blame my old man for not being good at hospitality. Be sure. I'll sleep through the night, and I'll be fine tomorrow morning."

After a lot of tossing, even if I am hungry, I don't want to touch his pancakes anymore.But I suddenly thought of one thing.

My third uncle Ma Su and Liang Yue were separated in Nanliu Village.According to the old stall, I was spared because I had Wang Qian on me and I ran into him again.

Then Third Uncle and the others... if they also meet that team, will they be hooked away by the soul-inducing banner as the old stall said?
When I thought of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on my body.

I stepped forward and grabbed the old stall's arm, and asked anxiously: "Uncle Tan, I still have a few companions, they got separated from me in the mist, do you know where they are now?"

The old stall owner sneered and said, "Do you even need to ask? The fog is filled with ghosts, and they have no one to lead the way, so they will definitely not be able to go out. And the probability of encountering that column of ghosts is [-]%. If all goes well After two hours, their flesh and blood will appear in Yagu."

"Ah?" I was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Then you have to save them...they are living people, so how can they follow them to the cliff for burial?"

The old stall looked at me as if he didn't know me, and curled his lips: "You said it lightly. Why should I save them? I don't know them?"

"Master, do you want money? I will pay you how much money you want."

The old stall owner waved his hand: "It's not about the money. I'm a bone picker. On the night of the cliff burial, I just take care of what I have to do. The rest has nothing to do with me."

As soon as I heard it, my head buzzed, and I almost collapsed. I almost knelt down to the old man, and begged: "Master, you can't just ignore death, they are all my relatives. Tell me, as long as If I can save them, I will agree to any conditions.”

The old stall dug out another bag of shredded tobacco and stuffed it into the pipe pot.He used the nails of his little fingers to stir the pipe pot again, then flicked away the shreds of tobacco left in his nails, and yawned again.

I was so anxious that I didn't dare to talk too much, I could only watch the old man doing these movements slowly.

"It's not impossible to save them..."

The old stall finally said something slowly.

(End of this chapter)