The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 434
When I drank the porridge into my mouth, I felt that the porridge had no taste at all.

I quickly realized that it should not be that the porridge has no taste, but that my tongue can't feel any taste.

So I drank the porridge basically like chewing wax, but I just swallowed the bowl of porridge whole.

But as soon as the porridge entered my stomach, I really felt that my physical condition had been greatly improved.First of all, a warm current is generated from the dantian, dispelling the coldness of the body.There is a lot of sweat on the forehead, and the weakness of the limbs has also been improved.

It's just that the head is still groggy, but it is much more energetic than before.

The third uncle's reaction was more obvious, his complexion improved a lot, and he also blushed a little.

The third uncle finished his porridge, threw the bowl away, and cursed: "Damn, I finally escaped a catastrophe. I didn't expect such a thing to exist in this world..."

After listening to the third uncle's words, I also felt waves of fear.What happened tonight is really too suspenseful.

I hurriedly asked, "Third Uncle, what happened inside? You really scared me to death."

The third uncle waved his hand: "Let's talk about it later, you boy, how do you feel now?"

"It's much better. This five-grain porridge is quite useful."

The third uncle came over and pulled my eyelids away, looked at it, then looked at the coating of my tongue, and then nodded: "It's okay. It should be almost enough to recuperate for a few days. Fortunately, the ghost who guards the door is not good enough, otherwise you will be in danger Yes. Can this blood from the tip of the tongue be used casually? Your Taoism and cultivation are far from the level of using the blood from the tip of the tongue. If this thing is not used well, you will have to eat it back. You can remember it, and you can use it next time. Don’t use it lightly, you may not be so lucky then.”

I smiled wryly and said, "Third Uncle, I also know that the blood from the tip of the tongue cannot be used easily. But at that time I really had no choice, the door seemed to be welded to death, I also wanted to try it. But I found that the talisman was not very effective, so I used the blood from the tip of my tongue to activate the talisman."

The third uncle nodded: "That's a ghost covering the door. If you have yin and yang eyes, you can see a ghost squatting at the door, desperately blocking that door. Your talisman can be regarded as a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. The door was just opened after clearing away those ghosts."

After listening to the third uncle's introduction, a picture of a bunch of ghosts squatting at the door, desperately trying to cover the door appeared in my mind.It's also thanks to me that I don't have yin and yang eyes, otherwise I would have been scared to pee when I saw that scene.

Speaking of which, I looked at Pang Dahai and asked, "Fatty man, did you knock the gong before I came out of the house?"

Pang Dahai was a little embarrassed, and nodded: "Yes... yes. I was guarding outside, and the more I looked at the little gong, the more curious I became, and I couldn't help itching, so I knocked the gong once."

"Grass. Then why did you knock once and then stop, but you kept knocking..."

Fat Dahai glanced at Third Uncle, and said: "It was not the appointed time, I was afraid that Uncle Master would blame me, so I stopped after trying it."

I sighed: "If you keep knocking, we won't have to work so hard."

The third uncle waved his hand: "Nephew, you can't blame the fat man. You have to think about it this way, if you hadn't heard the sound of the gong from the fat man, you wouldn't have thought of a way to save it. This time, we hit the right way and escaped." It’s a blessing to have survived this calamity.”

I let out a sigh of relief, and what Uncle San said was the same.If it hadn't been for the fat man's sudden coldness, I really can't think of how to save the third uncle.

The fat man asked curiously: "Boss, what happened to you inside? You said you called me at the door, but I really didn't hear anything."

The third uncle waved his hand: "Don't talk about that first, nephew, quickly take out the inscription you took."

I took out my phone and looked at the photos I had taken.

When I saw it, I was taken aback.

Because the photos I took of the stele and the wall are all there, but the inscriptions on it are gone.

The stone tablet and the wall are empty, and the inscriptions on it seem to have been erased by life.

When I photographed the stele, the three of us were all present.

Seeing this situation, we looked at each other and felt that things were getting weirder and weirder.

"Uncle, why are the words on it gone?" Pang Dahai asked.

The third uncle's face was livid, and he said lightly: "Now I am more sure, it is indeed inscribed. Since it is inscribed, it can only be read, and cannot exist on any medium. In other words, nephew, do you want to go to The rubbed stele, even if it is rubbed down, will disappear. This is called inscriptions that do not exist in the world."

I nodded: "What we saw in that round, tomb-like room is also inscribed, the same as the one outside?"

The third uncle was bewitched when he was looking at those inscriptions.So when the round room was mentioned, the third uncle's body trembled three times, and then he said angrily: "Damn it, I still have to tell you about the embarrassing thing. You two remember it for me, let's talk about it." Forget it, if anyone dares to pass it on to me, I will never end with you."

I laughed secretly in my heart, for such a conceited person like Uncle San, he has lost face today.

The third uncle said, pointing at me again: "Especially that strange professor, you are not allowed to tell him."

I suppressed a smile and said, "Third Uncle, if we still need to find someone to recognize the inscription, we have to explain to them the harm the inscription has caused you. How can we not mention this matter?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "Who the hell said he was going to ask him to identify the inscribed script? Besides, he is a professor of biology, does he know the inscribed script?"

As the third uncle said, he suddenly grabbed a pen, found a piece of paper, and wrote a few strokes on the paper.

I took a look, and it turned out to be three or four strange characters, which were somewhat similar to the inscribed characters I had seen.

"Third Uncle, this is..."

The third uncle rubbed his temples: "I can only remember these few words...you take it with you."

I understood what Uncle San meant. He clearly wanted me to show this text to Ma Su for recognition, but he was still very firm.

I smiled and folded the piece of paper and put it away, and went to find Ma Di when I was free.

"Third Uncle, you were bewitched at the time, was it because you read these inscriptions?" I asked.

The third uncle nodded: "This is the inscription. If you recognize it, you will recognize it. If you don't recognize it, you must not try to identify it. I was like this at the time. I looked at the inscriptions and tried to recognize them. The result was very fast. I lost myself."

"Yes, third uncle, you looked terrible at that time. I went up to call you, but your appearance almost ate me up."

The third uncle shook his head: "It's terrible, it's terrible... Do you know what I saw at that time? The words on the wall at that time were all alive... jumping on the wall, like little people one by one I was dancing. I was dumbfounded, and gradually I was attracted by them..."

(End of this chapter)