The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 426 Stele, Inscribed

Pang Dahai then asked: "What will happen if Yin and Yang are messed up?"

The third uncle snorted: "The yin and yang are messed up. To put it simply, the place where the living people live here is a yin place. What is a yin place, a grave. Think again, what shape is the grave?"

As soon as the third uncle's words came out of my mouth, Pang Dahai and I had a slight cold war.

Indeed, the graves we often see are the destination of people after death, and they are also people's private houses.The shape of the tomb is round.

The third uncle went on to say: "Actually, the disorder of yin and yang will cause strange things to happen frequently if you say it lightly. People who are in the middle of the Tao will be in a trance or even insane. If it is serious, it will hurt people and kill them. But I only use this house from the outside. The compass measured something strange, and the situation inside is still unclear, and I dare not make a conclusion. I don’t know if the people who died inside have something to do with it.”

I looked at the house. It looked like an ordinary house on the outside, but after the third uncle's test, it also became spooky in my eyes.

Especially when Uncle San linked this house with the grave just now, I now feel that the shape of this house looks more and more like a big tomb.

"Shall we go in then?" I asked in a low voice.

The third uncle seemed to be thinking about something just now. Hearing my question, he hurriedly said: "Go in, of course you have to go in. If you don't go in, how will you know what's going on?"

As he said that, Uncle San stretched out his hand and pushed the small iron door, only to find that there was a latch inserted into the inside of the small iron door.But it wasn't locked, so Uncle San stretched out a hand through the gap in the iron gate's grating, and pushed the latch open.

As soon as the iron gate opened, the three of us walked through the iron gate and stood in the courtyard of No. 7 Jiajia Road.

The area of ​​the yard is roughly estimated to be about [-] square meters, and the ground is paved with bluestone slabs.If it wasn't built later, then the specification of this house was quite high at the beginning.

There was basically nothing left in the yard, but the ground was also covered with fallen leaves, and the thick parts were more than half a foot thick.

There are many moss-like plants growing tenaciously in the exposed gaps of the bluestone slabs.It seems to be proving that this house is still alive.

At this time, the fat man suddenly pointed to a corner of the yard and said, "Look, how did that stone slab stand up?"

We followed the sound and found that under the afterglow of the setting sun, a stone slab was erected.

The third uncle was also more curious, and after yelling, he walked over to take a closer look.

We also hurriedly followed.

As a result, when we got closer, we discovered that this was not a stone slab laid on the ground at all, but a stone tablet.

Tombstone?

Why is there a stele in this courtyard?
Pang Dahai stopped in his tracks, and his third uncle squeezed up from behind.

Pang Dahai and I stood behind Third Uncle, looked at each other and found that each other's faces were ugly.

Because we coincidentally thought of the topic of the grave mentioned by the third uncle.

In front of the tomb, there is usually a stele.And in front of the house where the people lived, there was actually a stone tablet.

We know very well that this is definitely not a coincidence.

The third uncle approached the stele, took out a flashlight from his bag, and shone it on the stele for a closer look.

The third uncle's flashlight did not shine on the inscription on the front of the stele, but stroked the surface of the stele with his hands.The whole body of the stele turned black, the material was like stone and jade, the color was warm and moist, it was natural, and it also had a simple charm.

But the third uncle's hand just touched it for a while, and he pulled it back like an electric shock.

I looked at it strangely, and tentatively touched it with my hand.As a result, when I touched it, I also snorted, and quickly retracted my hand.

The stone was icy cold, touching it with a hand, it was as if a needle of ice had been pierced into the finger, and the chill spread along the fingertips to the internal organs of the body in an instant, freezing to the bone marrow.

Pang Haihai's curiosity is not small. Seeing our reaction like this, he also tentatively touched it, but he also exclaimed: "Fuck. What is this thing? It's just a lump of ice, so it won't be so cold? "

I recalled it, and it seems that I only felt this kind of coldness on the vanity mirror in the attic near the river.At that time, it was because the female ghost of the Republic of China was hiding in the mirror.Today's stone tablet is colder than that of the Republic of China mirror.

The third uncle should not be able to tell the source of this kind of stele, but he just sighed: "The sky and the earth are so big, nature creates everything. This stone is definitely not an ordinary thing."

While speaking, Third Uncle shook his head, and finally pointed his flashlight at the front of the stele.

Half of the stele was buried in the ground, and only half of it was exposed.On the front of the half stone tablet, there are two big characters written.The third uncle looked at it for a long time, but he didn't recognize what the word was, so he hurriedly greeted me: "Come on, nephew, you are educated, let's see what word is written here?"

I leaned over and found the two ancient characters, vigorous and powerful, three points into a stone, but I recognized them for a long time, but I didn't recognize them.I just feel that this text is not our common text.

Both Pang Dahai and I shook our heads.

The third uncle was suspicious, and went around to look at the back of the stone tablet.As a result, there were more words on the back, which were densely packed small characters.It's just that we also don't recognize half of them.

The words engraved on the back of the stone tablet are like characters, which are not within the scope of our cognition.

The third uncle's expression became more serious, he held up the flashlight and kept shining on the stele, muttering incessantly: "Open your eyes, open your eyes..."

I was very puzzled, so I quickly went up to him and asked, "Third Uncle, what's wrong with you? What kind of eyes are you opening? What kind of words are these?"

The third uncle said: "I wasn't sure at first, but if you and Fatty don't know this kind of characters, then I think it's almost the same."

Pang Dahai and I were originally in a panic, but when we saw this inscription, the fear in our hearts was quickly driven away by curiosity.

The fat man also asked impatiently: "Master, do you know this kind of writing?"

The third uncle shook his head: "I don't know it, but I think it should be a kind of inscription."

"Yin... Yinwen? What is Yinwen?" I asked.

"Yin script is also called extermination script. As the name suggests, it is written for the dead to communicate with the underworld. So ordinary people can't understand this kind of script at all." Third Uncle explained.

"Written for the dead? This kind of writing still exists in the world. Even people who are dead can still understand the writing?" Pang Dahai exclaimed.

The third uncle nodded: "I don't know much about Yin Wen. I only know that Yin Wen was passed down by a man named "Lu Duo Gong" from the underworld by chance and coincidence. He spent tens of He sorted out the inscriptions. He forgot to eat and sleep, concentrated on himself, and the manuscripts of the inscriptions he sorted out piled up like a mountain, filling a whole room. His family members were very puzzled, and they all complained that he was not doing his job for a day. Family matters. He threatened to burn his manuscripts to prevent him from going mad."

(End of this chapter)