The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 218 Discontinued Cigarettes

"Ah? Again? Do you want my boy to pee? This time you do it yourself, I'm not working..." Fat Dahai pouted, shook his head, and refused to agree with anything.

"Fatty, didn't you and Qiaomei's souls really enter the bridal chamber last time?" I remembered this and asked with a smile.

"You want to take care of it? I want to pee you, anyway, I don't pee." Pang Dahai replied angrily.

Looking at Pang Dahai, I felt amused in my heart. My words must have been right, and this guy reacted so violently.But at this time, I was not in the mood to argue with him. Considering the situation in front of me, I decided to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. I untied my belt and took a pee along the stairs.

In fact, there is a disagreement between the medical theory and the metaphysics about the boy's urine.

In traditional Chinese medicine, boy's urine is called boy's stool, which has certain pharmacological effects.But only the urine of boys under 10 years old. It is recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica" that the smell of boy's urine is salty, cold, and non-toxic.There are still some areas that use children's urine to cook eggs for food.

In metaphysics, boy's urine has the effect of exorcising evil and righteousness.It's just that compared with traditional Chinese medicine, the scope of boy's urine has been expanded a little.Of course, the urine effect is the best for boys under 10 years old.But as long as the urine of a man who has not slept with a woman can be classified into the category of boy urine in metaphysics, such urine also has a certain effect.

So today I want to use urine to try to see if I can get out of this predicament.

I unbuttoned my trouser pockets and peed on the stairs.

But I know that this is purely a case of rushing to the doctor in a hurry, and I only have a half-knowledge about this, and I don't know whether it is right or wrong to use it this way.

After peeing, Pang Dahai and I continued to run down the stairs.If the urine works, it can break through the restriction similar to ghost hitting the wall, at least let us run out of the building smoothly.

But we ran down several floors in a row, and Pang Dahai, who was running ahead, suddenly stopped.

I couldn't stop the car and bumped into Pang Dahai's thick back.

"Why didn't you run away?" I asked.

Fat Dahai said weakly: "What a fart, just take a look."

With that said, Pang Dahai pointed to the ground.

I saw a puddle of water stains on the stairs.

"This... is this my pee?" Although I said a question, we all knew without answering that we had returned to our original position after running for so long.

In other words, this staircase is completely an endless loop connected end to end.

No matter how we run, we are always running up and down the stairs.

How is this possible?
If it is said that we cannot get out of such a vicious circle on flat ground, it is understandable.We are walking up and down. One is on the top and the other is on the bottom. There are several floors in between. How can the end and the end be connected?

To prove it, we changed direction again and climbed up.

The terrible thing happened again.After climbing some distance, we saw my puddle of piss again.

Now both of us are stupid, sitting on the stairs,
Pang Dahai said dejectedly: "Boss, we have to find a way, otherwise we will be trapped here to death."

I said angrily: "Nonsense, of course we have to think of a way, stop shouting, I have a big head."

I rubbed my head and searched carefully for the solutions I could think of.My third uncle, Chu Liuyan and I have done a lot of work, but this is the first time we have encountered this situation.Although I have a headache thinking about it, but what I can think of is really limited, and my mind is like a paste, without a clue.

At this time, the fat man was sitting on the stairs, and something fell out of his trouser pocket.I took a picture with my flashlight, and it was the pack of cigarettes I bought at the grocery store.

The fat man was bored, so he picked up the cigarette, unpacked it, took out a match, lit one, and took a puff.At the same time, he held the cigarette case in his hand and played with it.Who knew that after playing a few times, Pang Dahai threw away the cigarette case all of a sudden, as if getting an electric shock.

I was taken aback and asked him what happened?
The fat man pointed at the yellow cigarette case on the ground, his hands were trembling, and he had an incredulous expression.

Puzzled, I carefully picked up the cigarette case.I have never paid attention to this pack of cigarettes, but this time I took a closer look and found that the trademark on the pack is: Gold Leaf.

I shivered, even though I don't know how to smoke, I also know that this kind of cigarette should be a brand of cigarettes produced in the eighties and 90s.

And looking at the workmanship and pattern of the cigarette box, it is completely a product of 30 or [-] years ago. This kind of packaging has been discontinued long ago.

My hand holding the cigarette case also trembled, how could this kind of cigarettes still be sold?In this way, either there is a problem with the smoke, or there is a problem with that Ah Guang.

Pang Dahai probably also found out that the cigarette was not right just now, so he threw the cigarette case away.

But now he might be in a daze, still smoking the unfiltered cigarette.

Angrily, I stepped forward and knocked the cigarette out of his hand, and said angrily, "Are you crazy? Knowing that there is something wrong with this cigarette, you still smoke it?"

Pang Dahai shuddered, and woke up like a dream: "Boss... Boss, what's the matter with this smoke?"

I waved my hand and asked him, "When you bought cigarettes, didn't you pay attention to the brand of this cigarette?"

Pang Dahai shook his head: "No... But, the cigarettes given to me at that time don't seem to be like this. The smoke is so conspicuous, if it was, I should have discovered it then..."

I nodded: "It seems that there must be something wrong with Ah Guang. You can't find this cigarette in the market at all. Could it be... Isn't this cigarette smoked by people?"

As soon as I said that, Pang Dahai was terrified. He had just experienced what happened in Aojiazhai, and his emotions had just calmed down.

He grabbed me and said incoherently: "Boss, I just took a few puffs. Is there anything wrong?"

I shook my head: "It should be fine. I don't think you know how to smoke. You didn't even inhale it. You spit it out of your mouth. Aren't you fine now... Fatty, look at that cigarette..."

As I was talking, I suddenly discovered a situation.The smoke that the fat man smoked just now did not dissipate, but drifted obliquely towards the top of the stairs.

The smoke didn't rise straight up, but floated up obliquely, which meant that something should be sucking the smoke.

"Follow that smoke?" I reminded Pang Dahai to follow the wisps of smoke up the stairs.

Those wisps of smoke fluttered up and down two floors, and then drifted towards a wall.

Under the watchful eyes of Pang Dahai and I, the smoke seeped into the wall and disappeared quickly.

"Fatty, try another one." I reminded Pang Dahai.

Pang Dahai was a little hesitant: "This is ghost smoke, is it okay to smoke?"

I simply grabbed the cigarette, lit one and took a puff.Of course, I didn't inhale, but spit out the smoke quickly.

Sure enough, the smoke that spewed out drifted towards the wall again, and soon disappeared.

There are so many walls here, why does the smoke float towards this wall?

I went forward and touched the wall, and found that the temperature of the wall was extremely freezing.

The palms basically dare not stay on it, as if they have touched a piece of ice.

(End of this chapter)