The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 552 Ghost Footprints in the Gutter

At the same time as the flames were extinguished, a lot of the incense ash we filled in that gutter also splashed out.It flew up and landed near the shallow ditch.

A picture suddenly appeared in my mind, this situation is as if someone stepped into the gutter and kicked the incense ash into the air.

We are all mortals with naked eyes, and without special treatment, we cannot see ghosts.

Is there really a ghost at this time, moving forward along the sewer we dug?

Not long after the flame of the first candle went out, the same happened to the second candle.

And the incense ash in the gutter also flew up every short distance.

I immediately understood the intention of the old stall to place candles next to it. We couldn't see ghosts, but we could see these candles.In this way, it can be judged whether the bad weather has come, and where has it gone?
I quickly took another look at the empty funeral field surrounded by white cloth, and I found that at this moment, there has also been a change.

On the outer white cloth, a faint shadow appeared.

This is a bit like the kind of shadow puppetry we saw when we were young. On a curtain, various silhouettes are projected with lights.It's just that the light in the empty mourning field is very dim now, and the shadow that appeared on the white cloth is also a faint one.

But although the shadow doesn't look very real, but from the outline of the body, one can tell at a glance that it is an old man.

The old stall was originally lying down in the empty mourning field, but now I don't see the old stall standing up.I just saw that faint shadow appearing on the white cloth.

The shadow first looked left and right on the white cloth, as if judging the direction, and soon, he walked slowly in one direction.

It's not so much walking, it's better to say it's floating.He has no roots under his feet, his toes stand on the ground, and his heels are raised.

I immediately understood that this was the soul of the old stall.

He didn't mean that when the bad luck came, he himself would appear in a state where his soul would leave his body.He just wanted to use this time to hide his soul in the painting of the Taoist Lord's Night Banquet.

Sure enough, the old stall's soul was hunched over at this moment, trying to squeeze into a certain space.However, seeing how hard he was trying to stay on top of the white cloth, it was obvious that his progress was not going well.

At this moment, I fully understood why he asked us to dig this crooked sewer in the yard.If there is no such gutter, after they come in, they will go directly to the mourning ground of Nakhon.The old stall's soul didn't have time to get into the picture at all.

From the candles standing next to the gutter, it can be judged that whether the ghosts or the ghosts who came in, they should have reached the middle of the yard.

Half of the candles were also extinguished, and the ashes flying up from the gutter made the yard a bit smoky.

In addition to seeing these, the more direct feeling is that the surrounding temperature is lower.

The errands are still walking along the ditch we dug, which may seem like a dark road to them.This dark path eventually leads to the empty mourning field.

If the old Tantou can't hide his soul in that painting before they arrive, he can only be taken away by the errand. .

We all understand this, and I clearly saw the little fly on the opposite side, covering the talisman paper on its mouth and nose with its hands, staring nervously at the candles beside the gutter.

The candles are still being extinguished one by one, getting closer and closer to the empty mourning field.

And the old stall is still struggling to drill into the painting, I thought it might be that the painting has failed.When I was in the old house of the chemical fertilizer factory, I felt that other ghosts, such as Fang Dong and Zhao Shu who died in the house, did not seem to be so laborious for their souls to enter and exit the painting.

Afterwards, I also figured out why the soul of the old stall was so laborious.It's not that there's anything wrong with this painting, but because the old stall is not dead, and he forcibly let his soul out of his body. This kind of soul has a trace of smoke and fire in the world.This kind of soul is impure, so there is a situation where you can't get into the painting.

Seeing this made me even more anxious.

One side secretly worked hard for the old stall, and the other side was also praying that the errand who came could walk a little slower.

But contrary to expectations, I found that the speed at which the candles were extinguished was getting faster and faster, and most of the crooked gutters covering the yard had already been walked.

The three of us and four paper figurines stood on both sides of the door of the mourning hall.

The tortuous gutter also passes through the mourning hall, and goes all the way to the empty mourning field inside the mourning hall.

We watched the flame of the nearest candle rise up first, and then the candle was quickly burned, and the flame went out with a puff in mid-air.

At this moment, the gutter was right in front of my eyes.

Now I clearly saw a footprint on the incense ash in the gutter.

It's footprints, not shoe prints.

I was deeply impressed by this, that Song Xiaobing was kicked by Fang Dong who had turned into a ghost, and there is still a footprint on his belly.The footprints were like birthmarks, which had been permanently left on his skin.

The third uncle said that even if the ghost is wearing shoes, the footprints left in the yang world will not have the imprint of shoes, but only the imprint of feet.

In the gutter in front of me, the footprints were clearly printed in the incense ash.

I felt my scalp go numb. Doesn't this mean that there are ghosts that we can't see passing in front of us?
After entering the mourning hall, it is only a few steps away from the mourning ground of Nakong.

My spirit was extremely tense, so I bit the bullet and looked towards the empty mourning field again.

Almost at the same time, I found that the faint shadow printed on the white cloth by the old stall was gradually disappearing.

From light to light, from light to nothing.

Soon, several candles in the mourning hall were also extinguished.

At this time, only a few candles in the empty mourning hall were still burning.The shadow of the old stall disappeared on the white cloth, which relieved me more than half of my heart.

It's just that I still don't know whether the soul has been hidden in the painting, or whether it had to retreat back into the old Tantou's body.

I stared anxiously at the empty funeral field.

At this time, I could clearly feel that the temperature in the mourning hall was dropping sharply.

The decline is a bit big, and we can bear it at the beginning.A few minutes later, the temperature was even colder than the winter when we went to the Northeast.

And this kind of cold is the kind of bone-chilling cold. I know this kind of cold is called yin cold.It seems that the cold air around can penetrate the pores of one's body and penetrate into every part of the body.And we are still standing at the gate of the mourning hall, not yet completely in the mourning hall.

(End of this chapter)