smuggler

Chapter 265 The Urn

The haunted waterworks of the past reappeared completely in my dream. At that moment, I seemed to have traveled to the past, that absurd, barbaric, and rusty era.

The workers on both sides of the road also had wet white cloths on their faces, and the water droplets kept dripping down.

Although I couldn't see the facial features, I felt that they were crying instead of laughing when they clapped their hands to welcome me.

There are some unnamed trees planted in the factory area, and the ground is covered with potholes and concrete roads, which have been cleaned spotlessly.

The workers lined the road to welcome me. Looking at the white cloth on their faces, I felt extremely palpitating.

What can I welcome?
Until now, I was still in a daze about all this, so I was carried into the factory.

I have no idea.

The coffin stopped in front of one of the tin houses and fell. I stepped out of it lightly. Under the gaze of everyone, the coffin bearer pointed at the tin house and said to me.

"She's waiting for you inside."

I looked at the workers around me in a daze, and hesitantly came to the iron house, opened the door and looked inside.

The room was red, with some red lanterns hanging above, and the inside was emitting red light, and the floor was also covered with red wax. There was a double bed next to the door, covered with a red sheet.

A white word '囍' was embroidered on the bed sheet.

"Go in!" The man in black behind pushed me hard, pushed me into the house brutally, and locked the door from the outside.

I looked around the room in horror. The inside was only about ten square meters. Besides the bed, there were dressing tables, washbasins, and sewing machines, all of which were old furniture from the last century.

A large circle was formed on the floor with red candles, and in the center of the circle was a large pitch-black porcelain jar.

If you don't look carefully at the jar, it looks a bit like a jar of pickled vegetables in the countryside, but if you look closely, it is wrong. The mouth of the jar is stuffed with a ball of black cloth, and it is sealed in two horizontal and vertical directions with pale yellow talisman paper. The talisman paper is sealed with a red pen. It is filled with tadpole-shaped characters.

The whole body of the altar is pale, and six large characters are engraved on the body of the altar.

On the left is "Yinyang Road", and on the right is "Huangquan Road".

With my back against the door and staring at the jar, I felt that this thing was not simple.

This is not a jar for pickling pickles at all, but a container for ashes of the dead!
The talisman paper sealed at the mouth of the altar is used to suppress evil spirits!That is to say, there is something very vicious inside!

At least the owner of the ashes must have died violently during his lifetime!
When I was a child, I saw similar columbariums in the countryside of my hometown, and I also heard about a story that a man died in a car accident. , within seven days after death, the dead will return home to see their relatives for the last time.

During the first seven days, something very bad happened. The man’s younger sister dreamed that his brother was standing on a dark road with blood all over his face, holding a steaming human blood in his hand. Mantou, the man pointed to the road, and said to her sister: "You cremated me, and then scattered the ashes on the road where my accident happened. This is my last wish."

After the younger sister woke up, she immediately told her family about the incident. It was supposed to be buried in the ground, but after the grave was dug, it had to be changed to cremation.

On the day when the ashes were scattered, a lame old lady came to the village, who was said to be able to tell fortunes. The old lady wrinkled her brows and eyes. When passing by the road, she saw that the family was about to scatter the ashes on the ground, and immediately stopped her loudly.

"Don't scatter, this kind of dead person, if you scatter his ashes on the road, it is tantamount to paving a ghost road and giving him freedom. If you do this, one day in the future, he will become something even more terrifying , come back to look for you, by then, he will no longer recognize his relatives."

"He just can't let go of his grievances, and he wants to cultivate the ghost way to take revenge, so he entrusted it to you in a dream. Believe me, if you do this, you will harm him, and you will also harm yourself in the future."

According to the old lady, the urn must be sealed with a talisman against evil, and hidden in a place to avoid the shadows, so that the man's ghost can rest in peace.

The family listened to what the old lady said, and did as they said. They sealed the mouth of the altar with the talisman given by the old lady, and carried them home. That night, the man gave his sister a dream again. In the dream, he was still standing on that road. , This time, he held a blood steamed bun with both hands, and stuffed half of it in his mouth.

The man cursed her sister loudly, saying she was a white-eyed wolf, and that the old lady was created by a weasel spirit to harm his family on purpose. After cursing for a long time, the man left, but after that dream, he never came again. Had a fuss.

I don't know if this is true or not, but when I saw the urn on the ground, I felt a chill down my spine.

I turned around and pushed the door desperately, and a sinister male voice came from outside: "If you want to go back alive, you can kowtow to the urn."

The house was completely closed, without any windows, and the door was blocked by outside workers. I walked to the urn in fear, squatted down, and looked at it carefully.

I stretched out my hand to lift it, it was heavy, according to the rules of my hometown in the countryside, this kind of ashes container must be affixed with the portrait of the deceased.

I mustered up the courage to turn the jar around, and I really saw a small two-inch photo, black and white, of a very young woman with a ponytail and a white skirt.

Is she the female worker in white?

The photo looks very clear, but the face is blurry, like a layer of fog, and the details cannot be recognized.

I don't have anything now, and it's strange that I feel like I'm in a dream, but everything is so clear, it's like reality.

Suddenly there was a bang, as if the urn had exploded, the black cloth stuffed on top was thrown off Lao Gao, and the two talismans were torn apart.

The ashes sprayed directly onto the floor of the room like a fountain, and then splashed everywhere in the room like rain.

I was terrified to see this terrible scene, and even a lot of ashes fell on me, let alone buried.

"If you don't kowtow, you will stay here forever." The man outside the door urged.

"Who are you?" I stood up and yelled out the door.

As soon as I finished speaking, a strange force suddenly came from below, and a dark wind blew in the room. At the same time, a female voice rang in my ear:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The voice was faint and erratic.

Suppressing my fear, I mustered up the courage to step forward and take a look, only to see that the jar was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"You... who are you? What do you want to do?" Although my tone was calm, my heart was extraordinarily nervous.

The woman smiled sinisterly, and answered the question irrelevantly: "From the moment I saw you, I knew that you are not simple, and you can come here as expected."

Goosebumps all over my body when I told her that the sound was not coming from the pot, but from all around. I pretended to be calm and said, "Who are you?"

The woman giggled and replied, "Why do you ask questions knowingly?"

I frowned and said, "The female worker in white! It's really you!"

The woman's voice was a bit ethereal: "We've met several times, haven't we?"

I didn't say anything for a long time, and she said again: "I have one thing, if you promise me, I won't make things difficult for you."

(End of this chapter)