Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 16: Twisted Rope

The light in the cellar was too dark, and the two small green lights disappeared in a blink of an eye. My head got hot, and I quickly jumped off the kang without thinking about it, pushed aside the hanger hanging in front of me, and rushed to the wall. In the space, I saw the "Huang Xiangu" who had slipped away from us, was holding on to the wall with two front claws, sneaking through the gap to look into the room.

Behind the partition wall is also a big room built underground, but there is no hanged person in this room, but a row of dead yellow skins. The legend of yellow skins changing lives with people has a long history. Huangpizi is a fairy family, good at harming people, making people unlucky, or charming people's hearts, but its way is limited, even if the old Huangpizi who has practiced for hundreds of years becomes a spirit, it is not easy for the elves in the mountains to cultivate to become a spirit. This so-called "becoming fine" is nothing more than long-term psychic channeling, such as being able to understand human speech, or imitating human appearance and behavior, but people are born as human beings, so even if they become fine old yellow-skinned children, they will still lose weight. It is much lower than the human beings, the spirit of all things. No matter how powerful it is, it cannot easily kill someone. If it wants someone's life, it must find a little yellow leather child in the clan to hang with this person. Many people have heard of such things, but no one can tell the truth about it. Maybe the yellow skin is deceiving people because of the special smell secreted by itself, which produces a hypnotic effect on people.

Swallow, who grew up in the mountains, knows these things best, followed by Fatty. Before liberation, Fatty’s father participated in bandit suppression work in the Northeast. He knows a lot about the legends in the deep mountains and old forests in the Northeast, and told him some. The three of them Among them, I was the least knowledgeable. At that time, I didn't know much about Huang Pizi, but when I saw "Huang Xiangu" sneaking behind the wall, I knew it was probably playing tricks, so I rushed over to catch it. Holding the hind leg and lifting it upside down, I saw that the wire on the hind leg hadn't been broken, and the mouth was still stuffed with "Muggle". Anesthesia, if you catch a beast and put a "Muggle" in its mouth, it will not be able to call out, and its mouth and tongue will be paralyzed, and it will not be able to open its mouth to bite people.

The fat man behind him also came in, and I handed the "Huang Xiangu" into his hands. This time I can't let the little yellow skin escape again. I looked at the yellow skins hanging in the back room, and there happened to be seven of them. The bodies of the three are still holding Yu Wen, and they died not long ago, so they must be the three who want to change lives with us, the bodies of the other four are shriveled and hard.

I suddenly thought of something, looked back at the pair of smart little eyes of "Huang Xiangu" in the fat man's hand, and then glanced at the position where we hanged ourselves just now, thinking that I was fascinated by the yellow leather at that time, and stretched my head to the noose Li Drilling, at that time I blew on the green will-o’-the-wisp in front of me to blow it out, so I survived. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t any will-o’-the-wisp at all, but Huangpizi’s eyes. After breaking the Soul Conjuring Technique, I can't let the pair of thief eyes open again, so I took out a leftover sticky bean bag, picked out a piece, and glued the eyes of "Huang Xiangu" on, and only then did I feel at ease up.

In the back room, everything is symmetrical with the front room, and an earthen kang is also built. There is an ancient painting on the top of the kang, the painting paper has turned dark yellow, and the color of the painting is blurred, but the painting A human figure wearing a woman's ancient costume but with a yellow leather face is exactly the same as the clay sculpture on the altar table in the temple. It seems that this is the portrait of Huang Daxian, but at the foot of the fairy girl in the painting, there is also a strange mouth The box, that part of the picture is particularly blurry, and I can’t see clearly no matter how I look at it. There is a local legend that Huang Daxian has a box with a baby in his mouth. Could it be the box in this picture-in-picture?

Fatty and I didn't hesitate at all at that time, and immediately searched the house. The cellar dark room under the Wong Tai Sin Temple intentionally imitated human living rooms, but the shape was very strange, and there was evil everywhere, such as the whole house. Divided into two, but with a completely symmetrical arrangement, half of the dead man is hung, and the other half of the wooden beams are hung with a dead weasel. Had to bite the bullet and ignore those.

But the cellar in the inner and outer rooms is such a big place, and I have searched it over and over again, and there is no such thing as a box. The fat man and I can't help but feel a little frustrated when we hear the beams overhead. From time to time there was a sound of instigation, and we held up the oil lamp to shine upwards. There were several wooden beams criss-crossing the ceiling of the cellar, and there were big holes one after another on the dome higher up. I suddenly realized Judging from the direction and distance, the cellar that descended obliquely from the Huang Daxian Temple has already reached the bottom of the big mound of Huang Pizi's tomb. The cold wind in the cellar is also poured in from the hole above.

I said to the fat man: "It seems that there must be something good in that box. The four hanging people in the outer room probably wanted to come in to dig treasures, but they got caught by the yellow leather trap and became dead ghosts. Maybe they came I didn't even figure out what was going on, but fortunately, since we caught Huang Xiangu, who knows magic spells, and tossed her to only half his life, we wouldn't be killed by it, I think if we didn't Taking advantage of this opportunity to find the box and open it to have a look, wouldn’t it be a waste of this great opportunity? But there is still the worst possibility, that is, that group has other accomplices, let the dead hanged ghost come first If the landmine is caught, and the fisherman has taken advantage of it and dug up the box, then we will be happy for nothing."

The fat man said to me discouragedly: "What good things can there be in the box guarded by the big and small yellow skins? Isn't it just a pile of chicken feathers and chicken bones? Are we going to make such a fuss? In my opinion, a fire burned this place, Let's hurry back to eat." Yanzi had long wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, and persuaded me: "I heard that there are things from the mountain god hidden in that box, and mortals will invite disaster if they see it. Buried by landslides, what are you looking for, hurry back to the forest farm."

I heard the two of them chattering in my ears, but my mind kept turning. When they were almost finished, I said to them: "You two, don't shake the morale of the army. I remember what Yanzi said just now, the golden veins in the mountains They all belong to Huang Daxian's old Huang's family. I think the things in that box are most likely to be gold, and..." At this point, I looked around the walls, paused, and then said: "And in this room The walls are empty, so there are only things like boxes and boxes that can be hidden in the kang."

(End of this chapter)