The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 551
The old stall owner waved his hands: "I don't wear this to make you filial to me. Believe me, it's good for you to wear it."

As a last resort, the three of us put on filial piety shirts, after lifting the old stall head into the plank bed in the empty mourning hall.Together with the four paper figurines, we stood on both sides of the entrance to the mourning hall.

Four paper figurines, two on each side.Pang Dahai and I are on one side, and Little Fly himself is on the other.

Everything is ready, and a good show is about to be staged.I was also uneasy.It is not known whether the scene is a comedy or a tragedy.

And the picture of the Taoist Lord’s night banquet I brought was hung in the empty mourning hall by the old stall, surrounded by white cloth, we couldn’t see anything outside.Only through the white cloth, I can see the flickering candlelight inside.

After we arranged the arrangement according to the old stall's instructions, the scene immediately became quiet.

As the night got darker, the temperature seemed to drop a lot.

From our perspective, we can see the white cloth of the empty mourning field.At the beginning, he could still hear the old stall's slightly heavy breathing, but after more than half an hour, his breathing became softer and lighter, and in the end he couldn't hear it at all.

I glanced at the night sky and roughly estimated that it should be around 10:30 in the evening.In other words, it is getting closer and closer to the Zishi that the old stall owner said.

Zishi, it is said that it is the time when the messenger comes to ask for his life.

The three of us and a few paper figurines stood on both sides of the entrance of the mourning hall. This scene seemed a bit weird.But none of us dared to move any more, and each of us stayed where we were and waited quietly.

I still remember that when I was keeping watch in the mourning hall the night before, I was in a daze for a while, as if I was asleep or in a coma.I don't know if I will have such a stage tonight.

When it was late at night, the environment calmed down.The only sound that can be heard at present is the old wall clock hanging in the house of the old stall.

The sound of rattling clockwork came into my ears from time to time.

It's like telling us that time is passing.I silently counted the sound of the clockwork, and gradually my mind became a little dizzy again.

At this moment, "Dang..." Suddenly the old wall clock rang.Every hour on the hour, this kind of wall clock is to tell the time.

"Dang...dang..." I woke up from the drowsy state, and counted the time chimes of the wall clock, a total of eleven times.

The old wall clock returned to normal travel time again.It's eleven o'clock...

I glanced at the little fly standing opposite, he was a little nervous, his eyes kept rolling.

Pang Haihai was next to me, I took a look, his eyes were closed, his body was shaking slightly back and forth.I thought to myself that this dude wouldn't be able to fall asleep while standing here, right?
I pulled his clothes lightly, but luckily he was shocked and opened his eyes.I nodded at him, and he looked into the yard, understood what I meant, and nodded at me too.

At this time, the only thing to do is wait, no one can say when or if the so-called errand will come.Not to mention, even if it is here, can we feel it?

I found that the white wax standing next to the crooked gutter in the yard has been burned for so long, and there are still more than half of it left.Because the flames on it became extremely weak, only the size of a bean.

But although the flames were weak, none of them went out.

After the wall clock struck eleven, more than half an hour passed.During this period, everything in the yard was normal and nothing happened.

I listened carefully to the inside of the empty mourning hall, and it was also quiet inside.The old stall was lying in it, not only didn't make any movement, but didn't even make a sound.

I doubt it very much, this old man won't just leave, right?

I was thinking wildly, when suddenly there was a strange noise from the paper figurine next to me.

These four paper figurines were in the yard the night we first came.I have observed that this paper piercing is definitely not made by a famous artist.

Because whether it is from the craftsmanship or the outline of the face, they are all ordinary handwriting.

You must know that the paper maker is also one of the small Yinmen. Although I have never met it, I have heard about it from my third uncle.A first-class paper maker can endow a paper figurine with a soul, that is to say, that paper figurine also has a soul.But these paper figurines, at least I don't see any inspiration in them.

But just after midnight came, I suddenly heard the rattling sound of the paper figurine beside me.It was like the sound of paper being folded or rubbed together.

My heart skipped a beat. According to funeral customs, these paper figurines were to be burned to accompany the dead.It is to go to the underworld to be the follower of the dead.

Then after we stood here, these paper figurines didn't react all the time, and there was no wind blowing at this time, why did the paper figurines move?
I was nervous for a while, but I didn't dare to make too much movement, I just glanced towards the door.

I saw the candle standing at the door beside the gutter we dug, and the candle flame was shaking violently.

Originally, the candle flame was only the size of a bean, but when it shook like this, I was afraid that it would be extinguished immediately.

But don't look at the small flame, it's actually very strong.After shaking violently for a while, not only did it not go out, but it became a little higher.

Does this change mean that something bad is coming?

I hurriedly looked at Pang Haihai and Xiao Feizi, signaling that their critical time had come.Each of us held a towel in our hands. The towel was soaked in water, and the pieces of talisman paper on it were also wet.

We each sealed our mouths and noses with a piece of soaked talisman paper.This is the most direct way to block Yang Qi, and it is also a relatively effective and feasible way.

When we are all done, look at the door again.

I was staring at the candle in the doorway, when suddenly I felt a sting from my left shoulder.

The sting came suddenly and without warning.The pain made me almost cry out, but the tingling came and went quickly, and disappeared soon.It was as if someone stabbed it with a needle and then pulled it away.

I felt very puzzled. After the shoulder was pricked, it was not very comfortable, but at this time I couldn't take off my clothes for inspection.

Because at this moment, the flame of the candle at the door was growing upwards.

The flame, which was originally only the size of a bean, now grows more than a foot high.The candle was originally forbidden to burn, but now it kept shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After about a few minutes, the candle was completely burned out.

The flame on the candle rose into the air, and then died out.

(End of this chapter)