The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 371 Found the hole
The two of us entered the room, and carried the two bags we brought on our backs. There were all our stuff in them, and we couldn't lose them at any time.

The third uncle lit a piece of wax, held it up, and dragged it around the room. Finally, he found a flashlight in the drawer of the table, pressed it, and found that it had long been out of power.

We went to another room and found a lot of thick hemp rope.I guess these hemp ropes were used to bind wood at that time.The third uncle, as if he had found a treasure, wrapped up those hemp ropes and made two simple torches.

The third uncle took out two more bottles from his bag and poured the contents on the torch.A strong smell of tree oil came out.

"These are two bottles of pine oil ointment I bought on the street in the afternoon. The locals use this stuff to make torches."

As the third uncle said, he put a little wax on the two torches, and when they hit the ground, the flames sprang up.

It turned out that the third uncle went to the street for a purpose. When the torch was lit, it was many times brighter than a candle.

We each held a torch and went back to the yard again.

With the lighting of the torch, not only did he feel warmer, but he also became more courageous.

The yard was still empty, and there was nothing to be seen except the scattered timbers piled up on one side.Moreover, the huge courtyard was filled with mist, and it looked like a vast expanse of whiteness.

Third Uncle held the torch and walked ahead, the light of the torch shrouded in a strange halo in the mist.

The direction of Uncle San's travel was toward the scattered timbers placed in the yard.

I didn't dare to lag behind, so I hurriedly held up the torch and followed behind my third uncle.The footsteps of my third uncle and I could be heard in the yard, lonely and ethereal.

We walked slowly to the edge of the pile of timber, which should have been used for the rafters.It's just that most of the wood here is not regular, either it grows crookedly, or the thickness varies from top to bottom, and the difference is too big.Therefore, it is judged that some are useless and discarded here.

Just as we held the torches and stopped to watch, I suddenly heard a rustling sound in my ears.

And the sound seemed to be coming from under the wood.

We hurriedly lowered the torch, and under the light of the fire, groups of mice sprang out from under the logs.

Those mice were all fat and strong, with a plump body, their sneaky eyes were shining brightly, and they were full of energy.

They rushed out from under those logs crazily, and ran past my third uncle and me.Many of them were too late to avoid, and they all hit our legs.

I yelled and cursed, and hurriedly avoided those mice.It can be seen that those rats are not attacking us.It looked like there was something under the wood that frightened them.

Those rats ran for five or six minutes before they gradually decreased, and finally they all disappeared.

The third uncle held up the torch and stared at the logs without saying a word.

The air suddenly became tense.

On the other side of the abandoned wood pile, as the mice ran away, there was no more sound.

Past experience tells me that the more this is the case, the greater the possible hidden danger.

The third uncle looked back at me, and I nodded at him.

After a long period of cooperation, my third uncle and I can basically decide the next move with just one look or movement.My third uncle and I reached a consensus. The third uncle held a torch to explore the way ahead, and I died behind him.

One after the other, we approached the pile of abandoned wood.

When we first came to the yard, we saw this pile of wood through the iron gate outside.Later, when I was patrolling in the yard, I also noticed it.These logs were piled up in a corner of the yard, which looked inconspicuous, and nothing unusual was found.But at this time, this place has become the focal point of the haunting in the entire yard.

The third uncle came to the side of the wood pile, and carefully observed the places where the mice crawled out.The mice crawled out of the cracks under the timbers.The third uncle lowered the torch and watched intently.

I leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Third Uncle, this mouse came out of a crack in the ground, so we shouldn't go into the crack, right?"

I said this as a joke, but the third uncle nodded after hearing it: "You are right, we have to go down and have a look."

I was taken aback: "Huh? Drill... go below?"

The third uncle freed up a hand, grabbed a handful of soil under the wood, illuminated it with a torch, and explained to me: "My nephew, look. The soil is loose, with honeycomb-like gaps in the middle, and the soil The smell is very strong, based on the experience of the third uncle, there must be a robbery hole down here."

"Rooting... a hole? Is this an ancient tomb?"

The third uncle shook his head: "It is not necessary to have an ancient tomb to dig a hole. This hole may have other uses, let's look for the hole..."

Holding torches, the two of us walked around the pile of waste wood twice, and it actually led us to find a hole.

The opening of the hole is covered with two pieces of wood that are as thick as arms, so you can't find it unless you look carefully.Because the wind kept blowing out from the hole, blowing the flames of the torches in our hands, we noticed the secret under the wood.

We moved the wood away, and there was a dark hole below.The hole is not big, and only one person can enter and exit.

The third uncle was complacent: "How are you, big nephew? Do you agree with your third uncle?"

"Sufu, you are Master Dongbin. I said, can we stop these vain things? It's just the two of us. I'll give you a good name. What's the use? Tell me quickly, why don't we Do it?"

The third uncle glared at me: "It's really boring. What else can I do? The hole has come out, so naturally I have to go down and have a look."

The third uncle said, squatting at the hole and looking down.

I know Third Uncle is still worried about the danger down there. The swarms of rats fled from here just now, obviously there is something here that scares them.And this thing is definitely not an ordinary animal, because even the natural enemies of mice would not make them flee so frantically.

We looked down from the hole, but unfortunately, the bottom of the hole was too dark, and our torch light could not form a direct light source, so it was difficult to see the situation below.

"Uncle San, I remembered, I have a flashlight in my bag." I reminded Uncle San.

"Fuck, why don't you say it earlier." The third uncle cursed, I quickly put the torch aside, took out a flashlight from my backpack, lit it, and shone it down.

It's a pity that the flashlight may not be used for a long time, and the battery is a little drained, so the light is not very bright.It was a blurry mass, but it could barely illuminate the cave below.

The two of us lay down at the entrance of the cave and dangled the flashlight below, but it turned out that the place was empty and nothing special was found.

(End of this chapter)