The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 490
The fat man cried and begged, "Uncle, are you trying to play me to death? I regret it, can I quit?"

The third uncle said sternly: "No. The hour is almost here. I have already dressed you up, and you say quit. Believe it or not, I will throw you into the water to feed the zombies?"

To be honest, when I saw the fat man, I remembered the old me.I said sympathetically, "Fatty, just persevere, and I'll give you a raise when you succeed."

Pang Dahai sighed bitterly: "Thank you boss, I just don't know if my money is worth it or not."

The third uncle scolded: "Damn, are you questioning my ability? With me here, can you kill me? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Fat Dahai didn't dare to hold his tongue, and poured the chicken blood into his mouth in one gulp.

Looking at me here makes me sick.What's more terrible is that the chicken blood can't be swallowed, and it still needs to be held in the mouth. The fat man can hold it back and not spit it out. I'm so impressed.

I thought to myself, where did the third uncle learn this method, and he completely hurt the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred. He didn't do anything to the enemy, and first disgusted his own people to death.

The third uncle saw the blood in Pang Dahai's mouth, so he waved his hand: "It's almost time, fat man, you must persevere, we have to avoid it first."

With that said, Uncle San took me away from the scene.I thought we were leaving here, but who knew he just took me to hide behind two nearby trees.

Those two trees were not very thick, and they couldn't cover our bodies at all.

I saw that Uncle San surrounded the two trees with a folding shovel first, and dug out two ring-shaped shallow pits, which just surrounded the two trees.

Then he took out another bottle from the bag he had brought.

I was dumbfounded. The third uncle brought a lot of belongings when he came out this time. The bag looked like a grocery store, and he would take it out in a while.

The capacity of this bottle is not small, it is a can bottle.I remember this bottle, which should contain incense ash.At that time, in order not to be discovered by the people in the underworld, the fat man used this word written on the stone slab, which was the word five emperors.

The third uncle scattered the incense ash from the bottle into the shallow pits outside the two trees, and buried them with soil after spreading them.

Uncle San pointed to the two circles and said, "We'll hide behind this tree later, and don't leave the circle until that bridge spirit is hooked. And don't make any noise."

I nodded, understanding that what Uncle San did was also a kind of cover-up, in order to prevent the so-called Qiao Ling from finding out.

Things have developed to the present, and my curiosity has also been aroused.Just listening to the third uncle talking about Qiaoling over and over again, it sounds like this bridge spirit is a kind of creature, but even the third uncle can't tell what this creature looks like.He just said that bridge spirits can possess anything.This range is ridiculously large, I really want to see how the third uncle catches Qiao Ling.

My third uncle and I each guarded a tree, jumped into the circle of incense ash, and hid behind the tree.

When I walked in, I didn't feel anything special.But I know that this kind of blindness is definitely not something that people like us can feel.As long as it works for Bridgeling.

At this time, the night was already dark, and two or three hours had already passed after we had gone through such a toss.The surroundings returned to calm again, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing into the woods could be heard.

I hid behind a tree, and it was less than ten meters away from where Pang Haihai and the three zombies were lying. Since there was no shelter in front of me, I could see the situation over there clearly.

But I couldn't see Fat Dahai's face, I only saw his big belly, bulging up and down.

I squatted behind the tree and stared at it closely, lest I miss something, or that something might happen to the fat man.

But after I stared at it for a while, my eyes became sore.The third uncle arranged everything, and waited for Qiao Ling to take the bait.But whether this method will work or not, the third uncle probably has no idea.

I also doubt whether we can wait for Qiaoling to come by doing this.

Time passed minute by minute while I was in such torment, and soon another hour passed.

Pang Haihai had that mouthful of blood in his mouth, one can imagine the taste, I was so anxious, don't wait for Qiaoling, if the fat man can't help it, he will be broken.

Over time, my legs became sore from standing.I glanced at my third uncle, he was still holding on to the tree, staring at the fat man, looking energetic.

I simply sat down by the tree, the air here at night was extraordinarily fresh, and I fell asleep in a daze not long after I sat down.

I don't know how long it took, but I just felt a pain in the top of my head and woke up with a jerk.

I looked around and found that it was my third uncle who threw me with a small stone. He was winking at me at this moment, made a gesture of silence, and pointed to Pang Haihai.

I understand, the third uncle must have discovered something.I quickly turned over and got up from the ground, using the tree trunk to hide myself as much as possible, stuck my head out a little, and looked in the direction where Fat Hai was lying.

The fat man was still lying there, not even moving his posture.

But I didn't see anything abnormal, I don't know what the third uncle discovered.

I rubbed my eyes, observed for a while, and finally saw something from the first corpse.

The thing crawled under the corpse just now, so I didn't notice it.After a while, it climbed to the chest of the corpse again.

Due to the distance and light, I couldn't see what it was.I just saw a blurry shadow.

The body of that thing was the size of a washbasin, and it also had limbs. It looked a bit like a turtle in outline.But dragging a long tail, it was crawling around on that zombie's body.

I was refreshed, this should be the bridge spirit that my third uncle mentioned, right?

The bridge spirit was lying on the zombie's chest, looking at the movement sucking in something.I realized that the zombie's chest was the sword that was stabbed by us. It wouldn't be sucking blood from the zombie, could it?But it has become a zombie, how can there be blood?
The bridge spirit quickly climbed down from the zombie, and climbed onto the body of the second zombie.The fat man was lying on the third position, and I noticed that Pang Haihai's body was shaking slightly.I was nervous for a while, it seems that the fat man should have seen that thing.Moreover, he was closer, so he might have seen Qiao Ling's specific appearance clearly.

I glanced at Third Uncle. He was holding the mahogany sword in his hand, and he was holding the tree trunk tightly with one hand, leaning forward and concentrating.

Seeing him like this, it's not good for me to bother him.He had no choice but to hold his own sword and be ready to rush out to save Fatty at any time.

(End of this chapter)