White Bone Monkey King

Jin An turned around fiercely, holding the feather duster as his only self-defense weapon tightly in his hand.

Although holding a feather duster for self-defense always feels a bit strange.

He cautiously approached in the direction of the sound. In the dark back hall, there was a coffin quietly placed. The lid of the coffin was filled with cinnabar ink lines to suppress evil, and a yellow talisman was affixed to the head and tail.

Jin An's pupils shrank nervously.

At this time, a hungry and skinny gray-haired immortal ran out of nowhere and was jumping on the coffin lid to eat the coffin boards to fill his stomach.

Good guy.

The cinnabar ink line on the coffin lid has been chewed to pieces by that damn rat. His mother must have never taught it what saving food means, as it has chewed holes in the coffin lid here and there.

At this time, even a fool knew that there must be something terrible buried in the coffin, and the terrible thing in the coffin must not be allowed to escape. Jin An quickly ran to the coffin in three steps and then raised the feather duster in his hand. Gotta get rid of the mice.

But Hui Daxian was even more vigilant than Jin An. It pricked up its ears and listened carefully, then turned and ran away. A meow sounded out that was very scary at night. A raccoon cat jumped out from somewhere in the dark corner. He rushed to the coffin lid and threw himself empty.

Just when the civet cat wanted to continue chasing the mouse, the tightly covered coffin board suddenly opened a corner, and a gray human hand grabbed the civet cat's hind legs and dragged it into the coffin.

Boom!

The coffin board was covered heavily, and the cat's screams only started halfway before ending abruptly.

Jin An, who had seen this scene all the way, his body muscles tensed up. He did not show off at this time, but chose to turn around and run away, trying to escape to the front hall and open the door to escape from this Fushou shop.

There was a scream in the air behind him, as if something heavy was hitting him. Fortunately, Jin An had a strong psychological quality. Although he became an ordinary person in the ghost mother's nightmare, he was courageous and calm in situations. At this time He did not turn his head to look behind him in fear, but instead rolled on the spot to avoid the attack of the sound breaking through the air behind him.

boom!

A heavy coffin board weighing several hundred kilograms hit the door wall like a door panel, blocking the only curtain passage leading to the front hall.

Ah--

A ghostly gasp came from the coffin, and white cold air was exhaled from the coffin. It was the same human gasp that I heard several times before.

Jin An knew very well that what the ghost breathed out was the corpse breath that was held in the stomach of the corpse after death. He quickly held his breath to prevent himself from accidentally inhaling the poisonous corpse breath, and calmly stood up and ran down the stairs to He planned to escape by jumping out of the window on the second floor of Fushou Store.

Just a few steps up the stairs, several rows of shelves in the back hall were smashed to pieces. It was the dead people buried in the coffins who were chasing after them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were crashing sounds again and again at the entrance of the stairs. The dead man tried several times but could not jump up the stairs. He was always blocked on the first step.

There is a folk custom of setting the threshold very high, because the old people believe that this can prevent those who died violently from becoming corpses and then violently hurting others. It can not only prevent jumping corpses from outside from entering the house in the middle of the night and hurt people, but also prevent the dead in the coffin from pretending to be corpses from running out and hurting people in the wake hall.

Although the dead person buried in the coffin received nourishment of yin energy after drinking the cat's blood and made a lot of noise by pretending to be a corpse, it was still trapped by the stairs and could not jump up the stairs.

Although Jin An vaguely saw the jumping corpse unable to come up in the darkness, he did not dare to relax his vigilance and hurriedly ran up to the second floor. After roughly identifying a direction in the darkness, he slammed open the hanging A locked wooden door.

Without enough time to look at what was in the room on the second floor, he ran directly towards the window sill of the room. With a roll to release his strength, he successfully escaped to the street outside.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

Jin An was breathing desperately in his chest. It had been a long time since he had run for his life with an ordinary person's physique, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Although the experience just now was short-lived, Jin'an's muscles and nerves were tense to the extreme. If he reacted a little slower or hesitated even a little while running, he would see the coffin and ascend to heaven.

If you want to kill someone in this world, you don't necessarily have to stab the heart with a knife or open the head with a brick. Brain death is also a way to die. So even if no one told him what the consequences would be if he died in this horrific nightmare, Jin An could guess that there would be no good results.

Jin An took a few deep breaths on the spot. After recovering a little strength, he did not dare to stay in this empty and quiet street without anyone, and wanted to find a safe hiding place again.

There was no sun or moon in this place, only thick blood-colored clouds. Even the bluestone pavement on the street was reflected with a strange layer of blood. Before Jin An walked a few steps, he saw a red cloth bag at a crossroads. Does it look like someone accidentally dropped it?

After all, Jin An is not Brother Chu.

When he saw the red cloth bag dropped at the crossroads, instead of picking it up, he seemed to have seen something taboo and decisively returned the way he came.

In rural areas, old people often tell young people some taboos about walking at night:

For example, don’t walk through graveyards at night;

Don’t wear bright red clothes or red shoes when going out at night;

If you hear someone calling your name from behind at night, don’t turn around and answer;

Don't sweat from a startle or strenuous exercise at night. Yin is strong and yang is weak at night. Excessive sweating can easily weaken yang energy;

Do not walk with your heels off the ground at night, such as laughing, playing, running around, etc.;

Also, don’t pick up things casually on the roadside at night and take them home, especially things wrapped in red cloth. Red cloth can both ward off evil spirits and attract evil spirits. Things wrapped in red cloth are likely to be The foster kid who was abandoned by humans wants to find a new home for the kid who is unlucky...

There are many folk rumors like this, which are the experiences accumulated by the older generation for several generations or more than a dozen generations.

People who didn't encounter it didn't believe in evil, and everyone who accidentally encountered it died.

It's a strange bloody night, it's an empty crossroad, and it's wrapped in red cloth. Jin An won't bet on whether there's a kid under the red cloth. He just escaped from the corpse and doesn't want to be haunted by a kid again. superior.

Jin An carefully passed by the Fu Shou store. Since he escaped from the Fu Shou store, the store has returned to calm. Only the dark windows on the second floor can make people feel heart palpitations.

He walked past Fushou Store and walked towards another street at the next intersection, but before he reached the intersection, he saw a gray-faced, rickety old man squatting on the side of the road, burning paper money in a copper basin. , there are several bowls of raw rice placed next to the copper basin. The raw rice is covered with a few slices of fat meat and an incense stick is stuck in it.

The rickety old man burned paper money and shouted the names of several people sadly.

The rickety old man's dialect accent was very strong, and Jin An could not hear everything he said clearly. He could only understand a few words here and there, such as repeating "Eat, eat, eat, eat"...

Jin An was startled with a surprised expression.

The accent of this dialect is a bit like Zhuang dialect or vernacular, right?

If this is really the place where the ghost mother grew up, wouldn't it mean that... this ghost mother is also a cousin from Guangxi?

Just when Jin An was stunned, he saw that the fire in the brazier suddenly became stronger, and the paper money in the brazier began to burn faster. Even the bowls of raw rice and fatty meat slices were quickly moldy, and the surface was quickly covered with pine flowers. There are disgusting mildew spots, and the incense stick inserted in the dead man's rice is also burning faster.

Jin An had long seen that the old man was calling out the soul, but now he has become an ordinary person, and ordinary people who have not opened their eyes cannot see those dirty things.

Suddenly, the rickety old man turned to Jin An and waved and smiled, revealing a mouth of black and yellow rotten teeth. Jin An's body tensed. This old man had definitely eaten human flesh!

Because those black and yellow rotten teeth are one of the characteristics of people who often eat human flesh!

Jin An could tell that there was something wrong with the rickety old man. He didn't want to pay attention to him and wanted to leave here. He found that his body was out of control, as if someone had shouted at him, or as if a ghost was pressing down on the bed, unable to move.

The smile on the rickety old man's face became more and more fake. He waved to Jin An and repeated the words over and over again. It took Jin An a while to understand the other person's dialect. The old man kept repeating it in dialect. Asked him if he had eaten...

At this time, Jin An found that his eyes began to turn involuntarily to the uncooked rice on the ground, and a desire came to his heart. He wanted to compete with the dead for food!

He knew very well that this was the old man who was playing tricks on him. At this time, he felt like he was being pressed down on the bed by a ghost and his body was unable to move. He resisted and struggled desperately, trying to regain control of his hands and feet.

The more Jin An struggled, the more fake the smile on the face of the rickety old man squatting on the roadside to scream, as if he had already eaten Jin An, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow rotten teeth.

Jin An felt a little regretful at this time. He felt that picking up the red cloth bag before was not necessarily the worst result. At least the kid would not harm people as soon as he came up. Most of the kid tortured people first, such as gouging out their eyes, cutting their tongues, etc., and finally He will kill people only when he is tired of playing. It will not be like this situation, where the old man wants to eat human flesh as soon as he comes up.

What on earth has this ghost mother been through!

Are the dead people, little ghosts, and weird old man who eats people here really all her personal experiences? If this is the case, why should they have to go through these experiences again?

Just when Jin An was still resisting desperately and regaining control of his body, suddenly, distant footsteps could be heard on the quiet and deserted street, and the footsteps were coming this way.

I don't know what's so strange about this footsteps. When the old man heard it, his expression changed greatly. He looked at Jin An viciously and unwillingly. The next moment, he hurriedly took the brazier and the dead man's meal and ran into the house behind him. Bang. Close the door.

As the rickety old man disappeared, the pressure on Jin An was instantly relieved. At this time, he was forced into a desperate situation and had no choice but to run back again.

The footsteps behind him were still approaching. They sounded far away before, but in the blink of an eye, they seemed to have arrived near the intersection. Just when Jin An gritted his teeth and was about to break into a house to escape, suddenly, a meat shop opposite the Fu Shou restaurant appeared. In the shop, a door suddenly opened. Jin An was pulled into the room by the proprietress, and then closed the door again.

The meat bun shop was dark with no lights, and there was an indescribable faint smell in the darkness. Before Jin An could resist, the proprietress of the meat bun shop immediately covered his mouth.

The landlady's hands were very cold.

Full of greasy and pungent meaty smell.

It's like the hands of someone who has been chopping meat to make stuffing for meat buns all year round. There is always a meaty smell on their hands that cannot be washed away.

At this time, the empty street outside the door was extremely quiet, and everything was still, except for the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

Just when Jin An and the landlady were nervously holding their breath, the footsteps came near the intersection and then quickly moved away without entering the street.

Hearing the footsteps walking away, the proprietress of the meat bun shop who had been covering Jin An's mouth and nose felt her hands feel cold, and then she let go. Jin An quickly took a few deep breaths. The smell of meat on the proprietress's hands was too strong. I almost sent him away just now.

At this time, the proprietress of the meat bun shop took out the fire certificate and lit an oil lamp on the table. Jin An finally had the opportunity to look at the strange smelling meat bun shop and the proprietress who had just saved his life.