The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 523

I stood at the entrance of Nanliu Village, thinking about the past, I couldn't help standing for a long time.

Fat Dahai was puzzled, so he teased me: "Boss, what's wrong? Why are you in a daze?"

Only then did I recall the past, and hurriedly said: "It's nothing, let's go to the village."

Still the same as last time, we carried the necessary things on our backs, parked the car near the entrance of the village, and walked into the village.

After a year, I returned to Nanliu Village again.This time is completely different from the last time, it feels like I have gone to two completely different places.

The last time we entered the village, we encountered a strange incident at the entrance of the village, and encountered a donkey beating the back.After entering the village, there was no one in sight.The whole village is like a ghost village.

It may be that after we left, the troubles in the village were gone. When we came back here again, we found that the village was full of smoke, and there was a smell of rice everywhere.In the village, children are often seen running around, chasing and playing.

This kind of scene is the real world, and it is even more reassuring to watch.

After a lapse of one year, the overall layout of the village has not changed much.According to my previous impression, I took Pang Dahai to the old stall's house to find it.

We walked around the edge of the village, from the beginning to the end of the village.Since this village is relatively remote, there should be few strangers usually coming.As soon as Fatty and I walked in the village, the villagers felt surprised, stopped what they were doing, and stared at us.Those children even followed behind us, singing and dancing.

I don't really like being looked at that way, but Fatty likes to be lively, and he would turn around to tease those children from time to time.

I urged Pang Haihai to leave quickly in a low voice, and when he was about to reach the end of the village, most of those children suddenly dispersed.Only two or three children aged six or seven were left there.

I knelt down and asked the three children: "My little friends, let me ask you, is there an old stall in your village? You should call him Grandpa Tan..."

One of the little boys pointed in the direction away from the village: "He's not Grandpa Tan, he's Old Ghost Tan, he lives over there..."

Before the little boy could finish his sentence, a few people rushed out from the village and took the three children away without saying a word.Look at those people who are the parents of these children.

The fat man looked very strange, and asked: "Boss, what's wrong with these people? They all ran away after following them all the way here. It seems that there is something in front of them that scares them? Also, why are they called Lao Tan?" Is the head an old ghost?"

After thinking about it, I understood, and explained to Pang Dahai: "Do you know who the old stall we are looking for is?"

Pang Dahai said: "Didn't you tell me that he is some kind of bone picker?"

I nodded: "Bone pickers are a trade and a profession in our eyes. Especially this profession also belongs to the six small Yinmen. But in the eyes of these ordinary villagers, the old stall is just a whole day A weirdo who deals with corpses and dead people. When cliff burials were carried out here some time ago, the dead bones he picked were all separated from flesh and blood. It sounds disgusting. You say that such a person who works with entities every day is called Tan Laogui couldn't be more suitable. Who would like to be his neighbor, and who would like to contact him when he is free?"

Pang Dahai suddenly realized: "Oh... no wonder they took all these children away in a hurry."

I pointed to the front and said, "So the place where the old stall lived was far away from other residents in the village. If I remember correctly, it should be in front."

When we got here, we were almost outside the village.There are few villagers' houses around, and there are some broken bricks and tiles scattered around, and weeds are all over the feet.

After several times of identification, I felt that I should be going in the right way.This place seems to be more desolate than the last time I came here.

Sure enough, we walked forward about 100 meters, and a house far away appeared in front of us.

I quickened my pace, and when I was about to reach the house, I suddenly heard a muffled sound of a horn.

The sound of the trumpet was low, almost inaudible, but it sounded like a stone had been pressed on the chest of a person, and he couldn't breathe.

Pang Dahai was taken aback, and said, "Boss, why do I sound like a mourning horn? Isn't this thing played during funerals?"

"The mourning number?" I know that the customs are different in different places, but the funeral process is similar.Although there will be differences, the overall tone is a sad and sad tone.

The mourning number that the fat man mentioned sounds a little familiar to me.It is usually heard at a funeral or funeral.

My heart sank, the sound of the trumpet clearly came from the old stall's house.

"Boss, isn't this old stallhead dead?" Pang Dahai asked suddenly.

"Don't talk nonsense. How is it possible, the old man is tough..."

I threw out a sentence, quickened my pace again, and brought Pang Haihai to the door of the old stall.

There was indeed a piece of white cloth hanging at the gate of the old stall's house.The ear-piercing sound of mourning horns came out from the yard, one high and one low.

I was so anxious that I didn't have time to knock on the door, so I pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

Facing him in the yard, he saw a black lacquered coffin directly.In front of the coffin is a portrait hung with a black cloth.Three sticks of incense and an ever-burning lamp were lit in front of the portrait.

In the portrait, the old stall was wrinkled and serious.

Is the old stall really dead?
My head buzzed.We were here at the time, and we lived and died together with the old stall. The feelings that came out of the adversity cannot be expressed in words.And the old man, although he is engaged in such a cold-blooded profession, he is still a good person, and his heart is also very kind.He also took good care of me. Before leaving, we ate the pancakes he made himself, but he said that the time was too short and we couldn't perform well.He said that one day he would stop doing this business, and he would definitely go back to his old business, and he would make pancakes for me.

I also joked at the time that unless you change your hands, who would dare to eat the pancakes spread by your hand picking bones?
The jokes at that time are still in my ears, but I didn't expect that there will be a separation between yin and yang this time?

The lid of the coffin fit tightly on top of the coffin, and the inside could not be seen.Sitting next to the coffin was a half-child who looked less than 20 years old.The boy was wearing a plain suit and was blowing a horn. The whining sound of the horn came from here.

Apart from the two of us and this young man, there was no fourth person to be seen in the whole yard.

(End of this chapter)