Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 648
Standing under the flagpole in front of the ancestral hall, Ding Ermiao looked at it again.

The doors and windows of the ancestral hall have been transformed beyond recognition.Several doors were opened on the walls on both sides of the passage to serve as classrooms, which made the whole building look very strange. It said that an ancestral hall did not look like an ancestral hall or a school.

The archway in front of the ancestral hall is an overhanging eaves structure with a row of granite columns under the eaves.

On one of the pillars, a ghostly figure flashed past.

Ding Ermiao took a closer look, but it was a three or four-year-old kid, climbing on the pillar, making faces at himself.

The granite column is thicker than the mouth of the washbasin, even an adult can hardly hug it with his arms stretched out.But the little devil with short arms and short legs can stick to the pillar like a gecko.

Because Ding Ermiao blocked the real fire of the three life lamps on his head and shoulders, he was no different from ordinary people.The little devil thought that Ding Ermiao couldn't see him, so he was standing proudly on the pillar.

The kid is hugging the pillar. Could it be that this little kid was buried here alive by driving a stake during his lifetime?

Ding Ermiao frowned and thought to himself, this ancestral hall is indeed evil!

Pretending to be ignorant and fearless, Ding Ermiao slowly walked towards the archway in front of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back.When the little devil saw Ding Ermiao coming, he became even more excited and danced on the pillar, climbing up and down.

But he couldn't leave the pillar, as if there was an invisible rope tying him to the pillar.

When he reached the pillar, Ding Ermiao stopped, still turning a blind eye to the little ghost. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the pillar, just like a tourist admiring the ancient ruins.

The kid was only three or four years old. He had beautiful facial features and was quite cute, but his face was a little pale.The upper part of the body is a red coat with a double breast, and the lower part is actually a pair of blue crotchless trousers, and a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes.

Suddenly the kid climbed up a few feet, opened his mouth, and spat out a few grains of sand behind Ding Ermiao.

Innuendo?Ding Ermiao smiled inwardly and turned around pretending to be unintentional, dodging to the left.

There is always a little mischief in all ghosts, and insinuations are almost the most common ghost tricks.Normal people, as long as the sand from the ghost's mouth is shot at their own shadow, they will always be shocked and feel a sudden cold all over.

If a ghost with a higher level of cultivation, such as a green bead, hits a person with a mouthful of sand, the person will have to stay in bed for three or four days before he recovers.During this period, I felt feverish and afraid of cold, which was the same symptom as having a wave.

Of course, for Ding Ermiao, such an attack is completely ineffective.

Although Ding Ermiao stood under the corridor with only a vague shadow behind him, the little devil still estimated the direction and wanted to play tricks on Ding Ermiao.

This mouthful of sand did not hit the target. The little ghost head was very disappointed. He blinked and changed direction along the pillar. He rose another two feet and opened his mouth again at the ground behind Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao dodged again, then pretended to be confused, looked up at the eaves of the corridor, and said, "Is this house going to collapse? Why is there sand falling?"

After missing two shots in a row, the kid scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously.

But Ding Ermiao was not in a hurry and walked around along the pillar.

The kid scratched the back of his head for a long time, slid down the pillar, turned to Ding Ermiao's right side, opened his mouth again, and shot out a few more grains of sand.

"Hey, why is it so cold?" Ding Ermiao didn't hide this time, and deliberately let the little devil hit him. Then he pretended to shiver and tightened his upper body clothes.

The kid then laughed silently and danced, looking like a naughty boy.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ermiao turned around and spat out, passed through Xiao Guitou's chest, and landed on the pillar.There was a little bit of blood from the tip of his tongue in the spit, which was like a nail, nailing the little devil's head to the pillar.

As long as he doesn't stop spitting, that little devil can't even think about crawling up and down.

The little devil's head was nailed to the pillar by Ding Ermiao. He was in pain and anxious, and his limbs were flailing wildly.But he knew that his cultivation was limited, so he didn't dare to reveal himself to Ding Ermiao, and he didn't dare to scream out, and his face became even paler.

It is estimated that at this time, he did not know that Ding Ermiao was a ghost hunter, but he just thought that Ding Ermiao had inadvertently restrained him.

After fixing the kid, Ding Ermiao continued to move forward, walked into the aisle, and walked towards the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall.

This kid is not Ding Ermiao's target. Besides, Ding Ermiao is interested in this ancestral school and plans to learn more about it.

The passage is very long, with a span of more than ten meters.It's no wonder, this was originally the main hall of the ancestral hall, and the front and rear walls were connected to form a passage.

Just as I walked into the middle of the passage, there was another rustling sound above my head.

Ding Ermiao looked up and found a big man lying on the dilapidated roof.The big man had a broad mouth and a square nose, and was dressed in coarse cloth, with a short cardigan and a black cloth strip tied around his waist. He was holding an ax in his hand, lying on the beam and staring at Ding Ermiao.

But this guy had a bright forehead and thick braids on the back of his head.At this moment, the braid was coiled around his neck, and the end of the braid was bitten in his mouth.

Needless to say, this style looks like an old ghost from the Qing Dynasty.

Moreover, this old ghost has concentrated his ghost power and condensed his soul, and appeared to Ding Ermiao.

Of course Ding Ermiao had to pretend, she was so frightened that she turned around to run away.

But the big man spit out the end of his braid and opened his mouth. A burst of cold air rushed down, covering Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao continued to pretend, shook her body, and spun around in circles. Then she looked up at the rafters and grinned like she was confused by a ghost.

"Hey, hello, brother..." The big man on the beam also grinned, and a ghostly voice floated over to greet Ding Ermiao.

"Uh... hello, hello, hello, big brother." Ding Ermiao replied with a silly smile and asked, "Brother, what are you doing climbing on the beams? Building, building a house?"

The big man raised the ax in his hand and said, "Yes, brother, I am a carpenter and I am building a house here. Can you do me a favor?"

Ding Ermiao looked confused and asked, "How can I help you? I don't know how to do carpentry."

"It's simple, you don't need to know how to do carpentry." The big man rode on the beam, slid forward a few feet, pointed to the ground under the beam, and said, "Brother, stand directly under the beam, and then look up. , see if the beam is straight and slanted."

The little ghost holds the pillar and the big ghost rides the beam. How many lives were sacrificed when this ancestral hall was built?
Ding Ermiao sighed in his heart, but his face was still confused. He nodded and said: "Okay, okay, let me show you."

As he spoke, Ding Ermiao walked around and stood under the beam, looking up.

"This way, brother, come here, come here to my feet." The big man was riding on the beam, pointing at Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao agreed, then stood at the big man's feet obediently, and continued to look up.

(End of this chapter)