The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 117

Looking at the old stall, he was too tired to wheeze and pant, and there were many scratches on his body.The red robe on his body was also scratched several times by the branches.

This moved me even more, because they came to help me save people.At such an age, it is hard enough to cause such a bear.

I asked the old stall owner with concern: "Is Mr. Tan alright?"

The old stall owner wiped his face, straightened his robe, and said, "It's okay, the old bones are not broken. Quick, keep chasing."

As he said that, the old stall got all his energy and led me to chase down the group of corpses in the direction they were going.

This time we didn't dare to stop for a moment, and it was obvious that the old stall was also very nervous.

I used to be full of confidence, but now that the old stall is like this, I don't know what to do.

Fortunately, after chasing for more than ten minutes, we finally saw a shadowy figure appearing in front of us. We saw hope and quickened our pace.

Who knows that our speed is not slow, and we were almost catching up with those people just now.But now it's about 30 meters away from the front, but it just can't catch up.

The group of corpses in front also seemed to be speeding up with us, seeing that the distance was opened again, and they wanted to leave us behind again.

The old stall was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and his breathing became rough.

I myself was also a little out of breath because of the rush to chase just now.But the corpse team didn't feel tired at all, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

I ran and asked, "Master Tan, think of a solution quickly, what should I do?"

The old stall looked around and waved his hand: "Don't worry, there is a solution. Come with me."

After the old stall head shouted, he left the trace and got into the grass next to him.

"What do you mean? They are in front..." I shouted from behind.

"Don't talk, keep up." The old stall said angrily.

I had no choice but to follow the old stall into the grass.I couldn't see the road ahead, so I could only follow behind the old stall, stepping on his footsteps and galloping forward.

After running forward for another five or six minutes, a narrower and longer path appeared under my feet.

When the old stall saw the path, he was ecstatic: "I found it, it's here. Hurry up, there's still time."

As he said that, the old stall stopped, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

I looked left and right, and the grass around me was as high as half a person, and the wind was blowing all around, making the wild grass sway.I didn't understand what the old stall had found. Before I could ask, the old stall pulled down the two flags on his back.

"What's your name, boy?" The old stall owner wanted to talk to me, but suddenly realized that he still didn't know my name.

"Master Tan, my name is Li Yang."

The old stall head nodded, and said solemnly: "Li Yang, well, listen to me, time is urgent now, we can only divide our troops into two groups. Remember everything I say next, and when the time comes There can be no slightest mistakes, otherwise not only you will be finished, but I will also suffer."

Looking at the old stall's face, it seemed that water could be wrung out under the moonlight, and his tone was even more serious and frightening.

I shivered and nodded quickly: "Mr. Tan, what's the matter? Tell me, I will remember."

The old stall head pointed to the place under his feet and said: "Here is the only way for the cliff burial team. We just took a shortcut. It is estimated that they should be able to get here in about 10 minutes. The front is the top of the cliff. It is not possible to separate the living and the dead here, and it will be even more difficult next time."

"Master Tan, you mean, if my third uncle and the others are also in the team, I can separate them from the team here?"

The old stall owner waved his hand impatiently: "Nonsense, I don't need to ask, why is your comprehension so poor? Stop talking, listen to me. I have two transparent flags here, and you still have a bone-seeking lamp in your hand. In addition to the robes you are wearing, these things should be able to fool the flag bearer. He has always recognized the flag but not the person. After a while, you will put these two flags, one of which is Nether and Youdao , inserted on the right hand side, and one side is Fengtian Qiangu, inserted on the left hand side. When the banner bearer brings the team over, you have to light a stick of incense and stand in the middle of the road. No matter what happens, you can’t move halfway. Step. If the incense burns out, light another one in time. Keep chanting: Mountains, rocks, water, soil, corpses and bones, ashes to ashes, soil to dust, yin people are buried, yang people seek their ancestors... ...That's all, do you remember?"

The movements mentioned by the old stall were not very troublesome. I stroked them carefully, nodded and said I remembered them.

The old stall asked me to recite the formula again.

I read according to what I heard just now: "Mountains, rocks, water, soil, corpses and bones, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Yin people are buried, Yang people seek their ancestors..."

The old stall owner nodded in satisfaction: "Remember, no matter what happens, you can't leave this intersection for half a step until the whole team passes by. The time is almost up, I have to go first."

Saying that, the old stall head handed me a bundle of Buddhist incense and a torch, and then ran down the path with his own lantern.

"Where are you going, Mr. Tan?" I asked anxiously.

The old stall said: "I will guard the top of the cliff. Your side is fine, you can find me over there."

After the old stall said the last word, he had already walked away.

After the old stall left, I was the only one left here.The mountain wind also blew up, and I was cold for a while.

The moonlight shines on the wilderness, which is bleak.

I didn't dare to be negligent, so I prepared everything and squatted on the ground waiting for the cliff burial team.

According to the old stall, there will be a few minutes.But these few minutes of waiting are undoubtedly long at this moment.

After nightfall, the temperature on the mountain dropped sharply, and the dark wind blew on my body, as if cut by a knife.I endured both physical and mental torture, and my eyes were fixed on the path.

After about three or four minutes, suddenly a white shadow appeared on the road.I was shocked for a moment, and then I heard a burst of clattering copper bells.

Immediately afterwards, that white shadow completely appeared in the field of vision, it was the banner bearer that the old stallman had mentioned.He held the spirit flag with one hand, and there seemed to be a few copper bells hanging on the spirit flag, which made crisp bells as he walked.

I remembered what the old stall had told me, got up hastily, and planted the two transparent flags on the left and right sides of the road.

At the same time, put the lantern on the ground, light a piece of Buddha incense, and stand in the middle of the road with both hands.

As the team got closer, the wind seemed to grow stronger, blowing the two flags loudly.

The banner bearer stopped when he was five or six meters away from me.Now I could see his physical features up close.

It's okay if I don't look at it, but this look made me almost scream out.

What kind of person is that, with thick white hair growing on his body and even his face, he looks like a monster.

Chapter 118 Dead Walking Dead Road

The night wind blew over and hit the banner bearer.

It gave me the impression that the person holding the banner was always wearing white clothes.Only then did I realize that where the white clothes were, it was clearly white hair.

Because the wind blew on his body, those hairs fluctuated with the wind.

What caught my attention even more was that the banner bearer had a very special body structure, with a short upper body and a long lower body, and the proportions were extremely uncoordinated, making it look awkward.

And the face of the man holding the banner was facing me, with a pair of deep eyes staring at me firmly.

Seeing those eyes, I couldn't help but tense up, as if those eyes could see through me.I have a guilty conscience, after all, I am not a real bone picker, but I am wearing a bone picker's outfit to show off in the market.

Now I'm basically sure that the person holding the banner in front of me should be the mountain ghost that the old stall said.It's just that unlike the mountain ghost I've seen, he is much taller, at 1.8 meters.And the mountain ghost attracted by the light of my flashlight is only 1.5 meters tall.But this is also normal, people are divided into three, six or nine classes, and the heights are not equal, let alone mountain ghosts.

I don't know why this banner bearer is a mountain ghost. Is he becoming a spirit or is someone manipulating him?More and more questions are generated in my mind.

Seeing the sharp eyes of the man holding the banner, I was afraid that he would see something and dare not look at him, so I turned my eyes to the corpse line.

The banner bearer took off the copper bell on the spirit banner, held it in his hand, and did not make a bell.The corpse team did not move forward, but stood neatly on the path.

Just like that, there were two transparent flags beside me, a bone-seeking lamp on the ground, and a few incense sticks in my hand, one of which was already lit, and a plume of smoke rose straight to my nose.

On the opposite side was the strange banner bearer, and behind him was the strange group of corpses preparing to be buried on the cliff.

This confrontation lasted for about ten minutes.

These ten minutes, I have lived longer than ten hours.Sweat kept dripping from my forehead, running down my face, and I didn't dare to wipe it off.

Didn't the old stall say that these people will pass by me, people walk on the road, and corpses walk on the road of corpses?Why do you stand still? Could it be that you see that I am a fake?

I was thinking wildly in my mind, and suddenly realized a serious problem.

I was so nervous that I forgot a link.

The old stall asked me to recite that set of formulas at this time.

But at this time, it might be that the banner bearer got impatient, his eyes suddenly shone in the moonlight, and his body moved, it seemed that he was about to come over.

But in my desperation, I couldn't remember how the formula started.

Immediately, I broke out in a cold sweat again, and was blown by the night wind, and even shivered several times in a row.

The brass bell in the banner bearer's hand was raised again, with a clatter, the brass bell rang, and a string of crisp bells resounded on the top of the mountain.

"Mountains... rocks, water and soil..."

Being so frightened by him, I finally remembered those few formulas and blurted out the first one.

The brass bell of the banner bearer was held in the air, and upon hearing this sentence, he stopped his next move.

"Mountains, rocks, water and soil, search for corpses and bones, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yin people to bury, yang people to find their ancestors..." I suppressed the tension in my heart, and finally read out a series of formulas in full.

Immediately afterwards, I read it a second time, and a third time...

The body of the banner bearer flashed to the side of the path, and the copper bell in his hand rang again.

As he got out of the way, the corpse team was exposed.A group of corpses wearing shrouds moved slowly, along the path, and moved straight towards me.

In fact, I have seen corpses walking in the underground parking lot of Tianyou Square.At that time, the two corpses attacked me and Liang Yue, so there were not many surprises when the corpses walked.

But today is different. Most of these corpses have been buried in the cliff, that is to say, they have been smashed to pieces, because they have resentment in their hearts, their souls linger, and the mountain dogs do not eat.They were picked up by the old bone picker and re-stitched by the corpse stitcher.I don’t think it’s a big deal to say these things, but when I think about it, every step is enough to make a thriller.

The person carrying the banner should have issued an order to move forward, and the corpse line was getting closer and closer to me.

These body parts must have been formed for a long time. According to the old stall, they were sewn together and placed in the mountain pool for embalming.As they approached, I smelled a strange smell on my nose.The smell is not smelly, sour or sour, it smells very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, they were all wearing shrouds, which were so fat that they basically covered their entire bodies.Only the face and neck are exposed.This has less visual impact on me.

The first person to walk over was a man, his whole body was dripping wet, his face was completely changed, one eyeball was gone, only an empty hole was left, and the exposed skin on his face and neck was also blue-gray. If you look closely, you can still see traces of stitches.

I didn't dare to stop, I was still chanting those few mantras over and over again, the incense stick in my hand was already half burned.

The man came up to me and stopped.

I shivered, and my one eye met his.

The eyes may have lost the ability to close, staring round, without blinking.

I could feel that the voice of my chanting mantra had already started to tremble, and I had no idea what he was going to do to me next.The time is tight, and the old stall owner has no time to tell me the detailed details.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to calm down.I know that if I do something inconsistent with the status of a bone picker, the consequences will be disastrous.Just like what the old man said, not only will he be finished, but he will also be implicated.

After going through many things, I have firmly believed in the words of the old stall.

The man stayed in front of me for more than ten seconds, then suddenly opened his mouth.

When he opened his mouth, the unpleasant smell became even stronger, and it made me almost vomit.

Immediately afterwards, the smoke rising from the Buddhist incense in my hand was inhaled along his mouth.

I understand that these corpses are dead people, they no longer need to breathe, let alone use their noses to breathe.If you want to ingest the smoke of these Buddha incense, you can only through your mouth.

After taking a big breath of smoke, he closed his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards my right.

I remember the flag on the right hand side, which means that there is a way to the underworld, that is to say, it is for the dead.

In this way, he passed me, made a half-circle from the flag, and continued down the road behind me.

Immediately after was the second one. The second one was an elderly man. The body stitcher was a good crafter, and his beard had been restored.

Chapter 119

With the first precedent, I know that in my current situation, they should not hurt me, they just look a little scared.

So the second old man came over, I was much calmer than before, and recited those few formulas in an orderly manner.

The old man also opened his mouth wide, and the taste in his mouth became stronger.I can't avoid it, I can only hold my breath as much as possible.

He also took a few breaths of the fragrance of the Buddha statue, and then walked down on my right.

Then came the third, the fourth...

With their inhalation, the incense in my hand burned very fast, and the frequency of changing the incense gradually increased. After a while, half of the incense in my hand was burned out.

But I never saw Third Uncle and the others in the team, so I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

I secretly counted the corpses in the past, and I have already counted No. 12.

Although I couldn't see how many people were behind there, I estimated in my heart that there should be no more than five people.

No. 13 came over, it turned out to be a little girl, but not Liang Yue.

Although she was also wearing a wide shroud, the curves of her body could be seen clearly when the wind blows.The little girl's face was round. Unlike the others, her face was pale instead of iron blue.And I don't know if it's because the mortician put too much effort into her face, or because her face is already intact, in short, there are no obvious traces of stitches on her face.

But I don't know why, when I saw this relatively complete face, I felt different from seeing the other broken faces.

This feeling is not fear, but flustered.As the girl got closer and closer, my heartbeat also accelerated sharply, and the feeling of panic almost made me run away.

I glanced at the Buddha incense in my hand, there was still more than half of it.