The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 108

I secretly groaned in my heart, it seems that we ran to Nanliu Village by accident.And just in time for such a weird thing to happen in Nanliu Village, do we count ourselves as jumping into the fire pit?
The ghosts I saw magically disappeared after passing this stele.Even if I squatted on the ground, I couldn't see half of the figure.

And the person who just saw the person holding the spirit banner in front of the way led me to think of it. I heard Ma Di said that when they went to Fuyang Mountain last time, they had encountered similar people holding spirit banners.At that time, Zhou Zheng was led to the edge of a pool.

So, is there any connection between the two?
I shook my heavy head, not going to think about it any more.Experience shows that no matter how hard I think about this kind of problem, I can't figure out why.

I squatted beside the stele, looking around blindly.

At this time, I unexpectedly discovered that there was a spot of light flickering on and off a few times in front of the stone tablet a little farther away.

The surrounding area is extremely dark now, so although the light spot is only a flash, it is particularly conspicuous.

I was shocked for a moment, thinking that it couldn't be a will-o'-the-wisp, right?
But the spot of light was too small, it looked like an incense stick.And the light emitted is yellow, not like the ghostly green of the will-o'-the-wisp.

I gritted my teeth, no matter what the fire is, I have to go and have a look, it's better than wandering around here and can't get out, maybe I can find Third Uncle and the others when I pass by.

I lifted my spirits, squatted down, crossed the stone tablet, and walked towards the flickering light spot.

When I walked there, I was very afraid that the light spot would also move with me, which meant that someone was deliberately tempting me.But fortunately, that spot of light is always there.

It was getting close, I shone my flashlight on it, and then I saw clearly that there was a person squatting there.Ordinarily, at this time, a person appeared in the cold air, which was scary enough.But at that time, I was trapped in the fog for a long time, thinking about going out with all my heart.Seeing this man, I shivered subconsciously, but I wasn't too scared. Looking carefully, I found that he was smoking a pipe.

The flickering light spot is the light from the shredded tobacco burning in the pipe pot.Since he was able to smoke, it was obvious that the man was not a paper-cutter.

I'm already overwhelmed by what's happened, although it's scary to think about the sudden appearance of a man smoking a cigarette in this eerie village.But I didn't have time to think about anything else. Seeing that someone was there, and it wasn't a fake paper doll, I ran towards that person without the slightest hesitation.

When I got closer, I realized that this person was an old man.At this time, I was concentrating on it, smoking a dry cigarette with gusto, and was indifferent to me running past me.

I ran to him in one breath, but I didn't see the old man turn his head.

I was afraid that there was something wrong with the old man, so I took a sneak peek. My flashlight shone on him, and a shadow appeared under him.I feel more at ease, which at least shows that there is a high possibility that he is a person, not a ghost.

I tentatively asked the old man: "Master... have you eaten yet?"

I really couldn't think of anything else to say, so I said something we Chinese like to say when we greet each other.A lot of data show that this sentence has played an extremely important role in bringing strangers closer together.At least it will reduce the strangeness of each other by 68.365%.

I hoped it would be the same this time, but then, suddenly, I smelled a foul stench that made me almost throw up.

I looked at the squatting old man, thought of the smell, and instantly realized a problem.I took a closer look, and sure enough, this damn old man is shitting.

This is embarrassing, the old man gave me a hard look, took a puff of smoke, and cursed: "Get out."

I was in a cold sweat, and when the old man was shitting, I asked him if he had eaten it?The old man was being polite to me by not throwing a pile of shit over.

But since the old man is shitting, it can prove that he is a living person.We have been walking for so long, and we finally met a living person in the village. I will definitely not be scolded away by him easily.

I quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Hey... Grandpa, I'm sorry, I didn't see you... Take your time, don't worry, hey..."

The old man ignored me, still smoking and shitting on his own, and waited until he finished smoking the bag of cigarettes before he wiped his butt, stood up, turned around and was about to leave.

I quickly chased after him and said, "Master, don't leave, I'll ask you something, are you from this village?"

The old man turned his head and said, "Nonsense. You are not a coward. How dare you come to our village at this time?"

The old man walked while talking, and when I heard that there was something going on in the village, the old man must be an insider.

Although the old man was bothered by shit, his attitude is still too bad, and I can't wait to find a life-saving straw.So he ran to the front of the old man and bowed straight to the old man.

The old man obviously understood what I meant, and pointed with his pipe pot: "Boy, you won't be able to go out tonight. You are lucky to meet me, stay at my house for one night, and go out at dawn tomorrow."

As soon as I heard that this was a good idea, instead of running around in the village and encountering some weird things, it is better to hide in this old man's house.

I nodded: "Then thank you, sir. There are three more people coming with us, sir, have you seen them?"

The old man glanced at me, and impatiently moved the cigarette pot: "I didn't see it. If you are worried, go to them."

After the old man finished speaking, he quickened his pace in front.I hurriedly followed, not daring to say anything more.The old man has a weird temper, it's better not to provoke him.

The old man led me into his house all the time, and I took a closer look. The old man's house was in a lonely yard with several thatched houses.

I took a picture with a flashlight, and there were no neighbors nearby. This place didn't seem to be the village we entered.

Because this place seems to be in the wilderness, but there is still a layer of fog all around, but it is much lighter than when we were in the village just now.

After entering the house, the old man lit an oil lamp.There was a dim light in the room, and my heart felt much more at ease.

"If you want to survive, just stay here honestly, alas... the young people nowadays are very timid, and they only like to do bold things."

The old man said something inexplicable, lit another pot of cigarettes, and started smoking.

The room quickly filled with a thick dry smoke smell, which was a bit choking.

I had nothing to say, so I asked, "Master, what is your last name?"

The old man said indifferently: "It's a bad old man, where did you get your surname? My surname is Tan, and I used to sell pancakes in the early years, so people in the village call me Lao Tantou."

Then, the old man went to the stove, opened the lid of the pot, took out two pancakes and handed them to me: "Be hungry, eat two pancakes."

Not to mention that the pancakes are delicious, I was really hungry, so I took two bites of the pancakes.The pancakes are crispy and not hard, and taste really good.

But I chewed a few bites and realized a very serious problem. The old man was still shitting just now, so he picked up two pancakes for me when he turned around, so I asked the old stall owner: "Master, did you wash your hands just now?" ?”

(End of this chapter)