Who is my upstairs

Chapter 81
In fact, Yang Xiaofan has long speculated about the origin of the ring. Li Chongwen, the ancestor of the Li family, stole the emerald ring worn by the owner of the tomb in the ancient tomb of the Tang Dynasty. In the end, he did not resell it. At that time, he was given by his great-grandfather to his great-grandfather's second aunt.

The second aunt of Li Shaohuang's great-grandfather died of injustice. In order to prevent her wronged spirit from making trouble in the house, the Li family put her black cat and the emerald ring into a red sandalwood box and buried them in the ground.

And the ghost hand that once grabbed Yang Xiaofan's ankle in the bathroom may belong to the owner of the Tang Dynasty tomb, or it may be the second concubine's hand.

Yang Xiaofan unconsciously picked up the emerald ring and looked at it carefully for a while. Under the slight morning light, the ring was illuminated by the light to be emerald green, but there was a strangely shaped light spot on the ground.
The spot of light is like an eyeball, but Yang Xiaofan didn't notice the relationship between the ring and the eyeball, he just wondered in his heart how could this ring appear here?
It has obviously been put away by Li Shaohuang!
Yang Xiaofan thought that the woman seemed to say that she was the headless skeleton washed out of the ground by the rain...

Could it be that this woman also has an indistinct relationship with the Li family?
Just when he was about to ask if that woman was from the Li family, Yang Xiaofan suddenly heard the voice of "Dang, Dang, Dang...".

This voice is very familiar, as if it can penetrate the eardrum and reach the heart of a person.

It seems to be the sound of the bell in Li's ancestral house...

Yang Xiaofan opened his eyes suddenly, there was an electricity call in the house, and the light in the living room was abnormally bright.

The sound of the old-fashioned pendulum clock still echoed in my ears, and it turned out that it was only past midnight.

She was awakened by the sound of an old-fashioned pendulum clock in the living room, and she left that unbelievable dream!

Yang Xiaofan spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand was the emerald ring that appeared strangely in her sight many times.This ring is engraved with a lotus pattern, with a simple and delicate shape.

That dream seemed to be real again. The female Taoist priest in the dream said that she appeared in the world inside the pot, but the pot was brought back to America by Li Shaohuang.

How did she get into the world of clay pots?

Yang Xiaofan suddenly wanted to enter the dream again, the woman was only a short distance away, so he told her about the woman's real identity.

Yang Xiaofan didn't like to think in the first place. Her ideal state is to be a housewife who doesn't think about anything. As long as she lives with her husband and children, she doesn't care even if her IQ drops to zero.

But right now, one after another mysteries appeared, and then solved, they were continuously connected into clues in Yang Xiaofan's mind.This seemingly real dream made Yang Xiaofan have a few more unsolvable mysteries in his mind.

The messy clues put together made Yang Xiaofan's mind in chaos. At this time, the moonlight had already changed an angle and shone on the other end of the room.

Yang Xiaofan tiptoed up the stairs, the sound of "click, click, click" came from his ears, it came from the attic, not like the sound of knocking on the door.

How should I put it, it's a bit like the sound of knocking on a coffin board from inside a coffin.

According to Li Shaohuang, the weirdness and horror in the attic is caused by the shade wood used to make the coffin.But later, Li Shaohuang moved the mummy in the bedroom to the attic and locked it in a cabinet.

Ever since Yang Xiaofan saw that ugly female Taoist nun, she has inexplicably opened her mind. She always feels that there may be many dead bodies in this world who can talk, jump around, and even accept disciples to drink tea.

At this time, Yang Xiaofan was thinking, the mummy in the attic won't wake up, is it knocking on the cabinet wall?
Just as he was thinking about it, a black cat suddenly sprang out from the attic. The cat seemed to be called... Yueling Jintong Cat!It was the one held by the Taoist nun in the dream. Can the Taoist nun really turn into a black cat and come out of the clay pot?
Seeing this cat with golden pupils walking gracefully in front, it suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor, Yang Xiaofan followed behind it.

The moonlight came in, and because it was the second floor, there were no tree shadows here.

The cat meowed a few times, then rushed forward suddenly, and disappeared around the corner leading to the billiard room.

Yang Xiaofan just wanted to catch up to find out what happened, when a row of old hangings suddenly floated in the sky above the corridor.

They seem to have appeared out of thin air, hovering unsteadily in mid-air.

These old hangs were the same as the first time Yang Xiaofan saw them. They were wearing gowns that were popular in the Qing Dynasty, with an eye-catching red belt tied around their waists, and black trousers on their feet, tied tightly around their ankles with rope.

In Yang Xiaofan's hometown, only those who died in the family would wear red belts around their waists to ward off evil spirits and prevent relatives from taking them away.

But these people, why are they all wearing red belts around their waists? Could it be that they attended someone's funeral together, and then collectively screwed themselves up?

Yang Xiaofan was puzzled, but his eyes fell on these people's feet.

Every old hang was wearing black shoes and socks, and the soles of the shoes were still stained with mud and dead grass, looking like they had just returned from the wild.

Yang Xiaofan suddenly remembered that he watched TV dramas in the Qing Dynasty. It seemed that he didn't have the habit of using a loop of rope to tighten his trousers, but it was a bit like the popular flared trousers.

Looking up from the gap between the old Diao, you can see the blue cheeks and protruding eyeballs of the Lao Diao. All of their eyes are open, and none of them are closed.

Yang Xiaofan really didn't expect that he would have the courage to look up one day to see the faces of these old hangers.

In fact, it wasn't that she wasn't afraid, she just knew the origin of the black cat and felt that it must have a purpose for letting her see these hanged ghosts dropped on the corridor.

Perhaps, it wanted to investigate for itself the real reason why these hanged ghosts died in Li's ancestral house.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yang Xiaofan's mind, why did these people appear in Li's ancestral house, and were hanged to death in this corridor.

These people wear uniform clothing and should be from the same organization or team.

Then their lives must be related to the Li family, or even Li Chongwen himself, and Yang Xiaofan only knows about the organizations that are inextricably related to Li Chongwen himself, only those that were blown up by the government's explosives back then bandit.

It's not difficult to determine their identities, just look at the files from that year, and there were portraits of these gangsters in them.

At that time, she and Li Shaohuang were doing a comprehensive search of the major and important cases that happened here in the entire archive room. The amount to be read was quite huge, and it was inevitable that they would only glance at it briefly.

When Yang Xiaofan was flipping through the files, he concentrated most of his energy on the text, and did not study carefully the few hand-painted drawings in the files.

(End of this chapter)