The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 107 Ghosts can be seen below three feet

I felt something was wrong, first of all the timing.

I ran with Liang Yue in front for more than ten minutes, and my speed was not slow. If we ran in the right direction, we should have run out of the village long ago.

But the road under our feet seems to have no end, and people can't see a glimmer of hope.

My mind flashed, wouldn't this be the so-called ghost hitting the wall?
Another thought about the impossibility, the third uncle once said that ghost hitting the wall sounds scary, but in the eyes of those who know Taoism, it is the most common way to deceive the eyes.Moreover, the extent to which a ghost hits the wall also depends on the level of knowledge of the ghost who set up the ghost to hit the wall. Generally, he can come up with at least 36 methods to break the ghosts hitting the wall set by ordinary little ghosts.

I know Uncle San is bragging routinely, but even if he can't come up with 36 methods, there should always be three.

The third uncle is at the forefront. If he really encounters a ghost hitting the wall, he will definitely be able to crack it.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, we are going in the wrong direction.But Ma Su still had a compass in his hand, how could he be wrong?
Thinking of the compass, something popped into my mind.Even in Tianyou Square, due to the existence of a large amount of Yin Qi there, the surrounding magnetic field also changed.That's why the elevator is out of control.

The compass also relies on the principle of the magnetic field. If the magnetic field changes, the direction of the compass is also very likely to deviate.Then we are clearly going the opposite direction.

That must be the case, the compass cannot be trusted.Thinking of this, I wanted to catch up and remind them.

As a result, when I was about to catch up with Liang Yue, I discovered the second thing that was not quite right.

I found that Liang Yuepao's posture in front of me was particularly awkward, and I couldn't tell what was wrong, but it was different from her usual one.

And when I got close to Liang Yue, I only heard the sound of my own running footsteps, but Liang Yue's side was light and light, I couldn't hear the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground, but there was a crashing sound instead.

How to say this sound, it is a bit like the sound we usually make when we turn pages when reading a book.

"Liang Yue, wait a moment." I couldn't help shouting to the front.

Liang Yue, however, acted as if she hadn't heard, and kept running forward.

This is even more wrong, I am less than two meters away from Liang Yue, there is no reason why she can't hear, even if she doesn't stop, she should at least respond to me.

I gritted my teeth, speeded up again, rushed behind her, reached out and pulled her arm.

What I didn't expect at all was that I didn't have much strength in this blow, and I actually stabbed and tore Liang Yue's entire arm off.

This scared me so much that I almost sat down on the ground.His heart was beating wildly with fright, and his scalp was numb for a while.

As for the Liang Yue in front, after my arm was torn off, she finally stopped and stood on the spot like a wooden stake.

I held Liang Yue's arm in my hand and put it in front of my eyes, only to find that the arm was made of paper.

Surprised, I walked around in front of Liang Yue and shone a flashlight on her face.

Under the halo of the flashlight, an extremely pale face appeared.The facial features on the face were painted with colored pens, and the painting was not very delicate, it was crooked and looked extremely creepy.

This... Liang Yue, who I have been following, turned out to be a paper puppet, the kind of paper puppet used in funerals.

After I tore off the arm, strips of strips were exposed on the paper man's shoulders, and the dark inside was even more terrifying.

At this time, a gust of dark wind blew, and the paper pierced man was blown down by the wind.

I was so scared that I threw away my arms and pressed my hands tightly to my chest to force myself to calm down.

"Third Uncle, Old Ma... Liang Yue... Where are you?" I stood where I was, looking left and right, but I couldn't see anything except the mist.The voice I yelled seemed to disappear as soon as I uttered it, and there was no response at all.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. It seemed that I was really afraid of something. I was separated from them after all.

I stomped my feet and squatted down, pulling my hair with my hands, annoyed.

At a time like this, I can't make any decisions, so I'm just going to wait for the news.Who knew that after I squatted down, I felt that the fog seemed to be much thinner, and the visibility was much clearer than before.

I stood up and tried again, but there was still a thick fog above.It seems that from the waist position, the distribution of the upper and lower mist is very different.

I was very surprised by this discovery, so I simply squatted down, illuminated with a flashlight, and looked around.

Sure enough, I made a new discovery this time. I saw more than ten meters in front of me on the right, and there were more than a dozen people marching forward in line.

I rubbed my eyes, and noticed that at the front of the line, there was a person walking, holding a spiritual banner in his hand.The people behind were guided by the spirit banner and followed suit.

Each of these people moved very slowly, and it took almost ten seconds to take a leg.And their walking posture is very weird, they all walk on tiptoe.

And they are all wearing old-fashioned clothes, the styles are very fat, and the colors are still very bright.

Where have I seen this dress before?I rubbed my head, and suddenly remembered, the clothes they were wearing were all fucking shrouds?

How can a living person wear a shroud?Are they dead?

By the way, Uncle San said that ghosts walk on tiptoes.These people are not living people, but ghosts?
I subconsciously covered my mouth with my hand, and tried not to shout out, I can actually see ghosts?

Could it be that my yin and yang eyes have been triggered now?
I was thinking wildly.Later I realized that I did not trigger the yin and yang eye at this time, but a normal phenomenon.

Ordinary people cannot see ghosts with their naked eyes, except for one special case.

That is, if there are too many ghosts, the Yin Qi will increase, and there will be a phenomenon of gathering Yin and forming.And this kind of spirit body formed after gathering Yin, ordinary people can only see them below three feet.

When I squatted down that day, I was under three feet, which happened to meet the two conditions at the same time.

Of course, at that time, I had no time to think about why I saw ghosts, I only cared about where they were going?Where did Uncle San go?Do I want to follow?
Just as I was hesitating, suddenly the group of people in shrouds swayed in the mist and disappeared one by one.

I was anxious, so I squatted down and chased after him while maintaining a height of less than three feet.

I chased to the place where those figures disappeared just now, and found a stone tablet appeared on the ground.

I shone the torch on the stele, and there were three words written in red paint on it: Nanliu Village.

Nanliu Village?
Isn't it Nanliu Village?

When I saw the words on the stele, my first reaction was that the stele was engraved wrong.We came to Nanliu Village, but it was engraved as Nanliu Village.The person who engraved the stele was too serious.

But after thinking about it, this possibility is too small.Even if the person who engraved the stele made a mistake, the villagers would not agree.

What the hell!

Suddenly, another thought flashed through my mind, the writing on the stele was not wrong at all, we should be the ones who were wrong.

Liuzi and Liuzi have almost the same pronunciation.Coupled with the influence of dialect, the difference is negligible.

We inquired about Nanliu Village along the way, and it is likely that the locals misheard and led us to Nanliu Village.

(End of this chapter)