The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 361 Stone House

The third uncle slapped his thigh: "That's right. I didn't expect that our father and I would be tricked as soon as we settled down in the Northeast. I also felt this way at the time, but I didn't take it seriously. Now it seems that this problem It came out on the inkpad."

I was taken aback: "Ink pad? What could be wrong with the ink pad?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "You don't understand what I mean, what I mean is that there may be something weird in the ink pad, for example, there is a needle as small as a hair hidden. We pressed our fingers into it, and we pressed the needle." The needle, because the needle is too thin, so we don't feel pain, but a numbness. We don't take it seriously, but in fact, something serious is going on here."

The third uncle looked annoyed and shook his head while talking.

I asked suspiciously, "Third Uncle, the finger that pricked us with the needle...could it be... to take our blood?"

The third uncle nodded: "That's right. You are still growing, you can think of this. It must be like this. If you think about the details at that time, after our finger was pricked, blood should flow out. But the ink pad is so red. So we can’t see it at all. After the fingerprints are done, wipe off the ink pad with paper, and the blood will be wiped off naturally. The blood they want is left on the In the ink pad, or, with our fingers, pressed on the paper. Think about it, before and after, is it the same reason?"

I thought for a while and said, "According to what you said, Uncle San, this is really the case. I said why the rules here are different from ours. How can you sign and press your fingerprints when you register for accommodation?"

"Eldest nephew, I didn't expect that there would be an expert hiding in the northeast."

"Third Uncle, what are they going to do after taking our blood? There is only so little blood, what can they do?"

"What are you doing? Didn't you see those two stand-ins? It's all my fault. For people in the Taoist sect, the blood on this person is definitely worth using. People say that blood is fine blood, and this blood It just hides the essence of the human body. Seriously, a person with good morals can use such a small amount of blood to draw out the living soul from the human body." The third uncle said.

As soon as I heard it, I became anxious: "Then what are we waiting for, hurry up and settle the score with that old witch woman? This is obviously her fault."

The third uncle waved his hand: "Don't worry, I don't think this sister Hua's knowledge is very deep. It may also be that she learned a little superficial knowledge from others, so she took it out to perform spells, and our souls are fine. It's just... being played by her like this, Our spirits will be affected. How are you feeling now?"

After Uncle San’s question, I came back to my senses and felt that I was exhausted and my legs, feet and arms were sore, as if I had run [-] meters.

I slumped on the bed, and found that my third uncle also looked similar to me, his face was pale, and the sweat on his head began to flow down in large streams.

"Third...Third Uncle, this is a bit evil, are we going to be okay?" I asked.

The third uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said out of breath, "Normal reaction. What do you think will happen if you push the stone mill for half a night?"

"Ah?" I was taken aback when I heard that, "Third Uncle, you mean, those two stand-ins have reacted to us?"

The third uncle nodded: "This means that the person who cast the spell has already received his merit, and we have to go down and investigate."

As he spoke, Third Uncle stood up from the bed, took out a mahogany sword from his bag, held it in his hand, and staggered towards the door again.

I hurriedly took my backpack with me and followed behind, only feeling that my legs were filled with lead, and it was very difficult to move a step.

Our two legs seemed to be filled with lead, almost leaning on the wall, moving from upstairs to downstairs.We sneaked to the service desk, and found that Miss Hua had returned at some time.Inside the service desk, there was a small single bed, and Sister Hua was sleeping soundly on the bed covered with a quilt.

This happened just right, my third uncle and I got in through the small door leading to the backyard, and came to the backyard again.

The sound of the grinding wheel in the backyard has disappeared, but the moonlight is still bright, illuminating the stone road innocence.

We stepped on the stone road and came to the open space. There was no one beside the stone mill in the middle.

The two of us walked to the edge of the stone mill, and Uncle San touched from the gap between the two stone mills, squeezed out a little powdery substance, took it under his nose and smelled it.

Seeing this, I also imitated my third uncle, pinched a little and put it under my nose to smell.

That kind of powder should be our stand-in just now, which was ground with a stone mill.

In rural areas, this kind of stone mill is generally used to grind beans and make tofu.But the thing that this stone grinds out is obviously not soybean flour. It tastes a little sour and feels a little sticky. I don't know what it is.

Judging from the third uncle's expression, it seems that he doesn't know this kind of thing either.

The third uncle twisted the thing with a serious expression on his face.I looked around to see if there was anything else suspicious.

In the backyard, apart from the strange looking stone mill, there is also an inconspicuous stone house in a corner of the yard.The stone house was not very big, and most of it was covered by the surrounding bushes.

I saw my third uncle was still studying the powder from the stone mill, so I walked towards the stone house.

I don't know what's going on, but the stone house doesn't even have windows, and it looks airtight.But when I walked there, I felt like there were eyes staring at me in that house.

This is of course just an intuition, or a sixth sense, so to speak.

As I walked, I felt a chill down my back.But the stone house seemed to have an attraction that made me want to stop.

The stone house was not far away, and within a few steps I came to the house.

The house was piled up randomly with stones, and it didn't look neat.There was a wooden door on the house, which was closed tightly.

I stepped forward, not daring to open the wooden door directly.But I really want to see what secrets are in that stone house.Then he put his head up and looked inside along the gap between the wooden door and the house.

In the stone house, there is no light.At first glance, it was pitch black.

But I really didn't have the guts to open the stone door.I was thinking about calling my third uncle over to have a look, but I was about to turn my head away.At this time, in the dark stone house, an eye suddenly appeared.

Those eyes looked out from the crack of the door, and I looked in from the crack of the door, and our eyes just met.

I screamed in fright, I dodged back suddenly, and sat down on the ground.

It's not because I'm timid, but because the situation happened so suddenly, I didn't have any mental preparation, it was a subconscious reaction.

(End of this chapter)