The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 67

I know that Uncle San has a lot of experience in this area, and his feeling has always been very accurate.

After hearing what Uncle San said, I grabbed the two corners of the dressing table with him, and prepared to lift it up and turn around.

The third uncle told me that this thing is not short, so be careful not to lift it to pieces.

I responded, chanted a slogan, and tried hard with my third uncle to lift the dressing table.

Who knows what kind of wood that thing is made of, and it's so heavy that we couldn't lift it.In the end we gave up trying to lift it up, and just moved the dresser a distance outside with all our strength.

I was so tired that I was covered in sweat, and my third uncle was even more out of breath.He waved his hand: "That's enough, I'll just see if there's anything behind me."

With that said, Third Uncle turned on the flashlight and took a photo behind the dressing table.

I stood outside and watched.

The third uncle looked at the back for a long time, and finally withdrew, spitting continuously: "Bah, the back is all old and old. There is nothing. My arms are too thick, Yangzi, you Stretch your arm in and feel if there is anything under the table, if there is nothing, let's go."

I nodded, lying on the ground, and reached under the dresser.

The four legs of this dressing table are more than two inches high, and my arms can just fit into it.

The back is full of dust, so the bottom will not be clean.But at this time, I didn't care about these things anymore, and groped slowly with my hands under the dressing table.

I didn't expect much at first, but when I touched the middle of the table, I felt like I touched something in my hand.

I snorted, and the third uncle hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, is there something?"

I nodded and said don't worry, I slowly felt it with my hand, and told my third uncle that it seemed to be a piece of paper pasted underneath.

The third uncle told me: "Slow down, take off the paper, don't tear it."

I responded, and just about to take off the paper, the third uncle stopped me suddenly.

I didn't understand what it meant, but the third uncle pulled me up from the ground, and took out a big ball of red string from the bag.On the red string, a lot of copper coins were tied, and when they were picked up, they collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

The third uncle unfolded the red rope tied with copper coins, and surrounded the dressing table.The red rope was laid on the ground, and a copper coin was pressed on the place where the end was connected.

After the third uncle finished all this, he motioned for me to remove the paper under the dressing table.

I couldn't help asking: "Third Uncle, what are you doing with this?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "just in case, don't ask, first look at what that thing is? After you take it out, don't take it out of the circle of the red line."

I had no choice but to lie on the ground again, stretch out my hand and slowly peel off the piece of paper from the bottom of the dressing table.

It wasn't until I took it out that I realized it was just a photo.And it's an old photo that has faded.

I held the photo in my hand, looked at it through the sunlight outside the window, and said, "Why do I seem to have seen this person somewhere?"

The third uncle also came over to take a look, sighed and said, "Yangzi, I really have no temper with you. With your memory, how did you get into college? Isn't this the wooden figurine?"

After my third uncle reminded me, I suddenly realized.The photo of this person and the portrait of the wooden figurine are really the same person.It's just that this kind of thing is too coincidental, and I didn't think about it at all.

I took a closer look and found that the woman in the photo was also wearing a cheongsam, sitting on a chair, her eyes were full of amorous feelings.It's just that this is obviously an old photo, it looks very empty, and it has turned yellow to bad shape.

The third uncle asked me to put down the photo and move the dressing table back to its original place first.

The strange thing is that even though the dressing table is not light when we move it again this time, third uncle and I can actually lift it.What's going on?How could there be such a big difference just by taking a picture from it?

I felt incredible, but the third uncle seemed to have expected it.

When the dressing table was in place, Uncle San asked me to lift another leg and put the photo under that leg.

I did exactly that, but I had more questions in my mind.

After finishing all this, we left that room and went back to the yard again. The mummified cat and the piece of red cloth dug out from under the tree were still in place, which also needed to be disposed of.

The third uncle said that the wooden figurines in the cat's belly had been taken out, so the cat's mummy was useless.

We set up a fire in the yard, used the dry branches as firewood, burned the dead cat, and buried it back in the original pit.

The third uncle said that we can leave here, we closed the courtyard door, and I turned around to look at the old attic.Under the lilac tree, in front of the dressing table, carved wooden bed, exquisite wooden figurines... I guess there must have been a special story here.Whether we can break through the murderous situation in this house depends on whether we can know the story in it.

The third uncle got into the car and said to me directly: "Call Xu Ruoxi, I want to prove something."

I nodded and connected Xu Ruoxi's phone. Xu Ruoxi's voice sounded weak on the phone.After asking, I found out that she had been hospitalized for the past two days, either because of some serious problem, or because she was too frightened that night and had a persistent fever.She gave the address of the hospital and asked us to go directly to the hospital to find her.

Hearing this, my third uncle and I felt a little sorry.Originally, our original intention was not malicious, we just wanted to hit Assistant Xu's arrogance, but we didn't expect to cause her so much harm.

On the way to the hospital, I asked my third uncle about the dressing table. I think he must know what happened to the photo.

Sure enough, the third uncle told me that the dressing table was so heavy because of this photo.He suspected that someone had sealed a soul in this photo, and the scope of action of this soul was only that dressing table.Generally speaking, this method of confining the soul and suppressing the soul requires the use of a Taoist technique called Taishan Suppression of the Soul.Taishan pressure soul technique is an extremely brilliant Taoism, a bit similar to arresting a yellow scarf wrestler and moving Taishan stone to suppress the soul.The soul can be suppressed in a photo or in a portrait.With Taishan stone, so the dressing table will be ridiculously heavy.

Listening to what my third uncle said, it sounds like a fairy tale to me. Is this Taoism really so magical?
I asked the third uncle again: "You circled the dressing table with a red circle, because you are afraid that the soul in the photo will take the opportunity to escape?"

The third uncle nodded: "That's right, without knowing who the soul is, we still can't let her go out."

"Could that soul be the woman in the photo?"

"It's very possible. So, first we need to find out who is the woman in that photo?"

(End of this chapter)