The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 1
Do you know haunted house?
The so-called haunted house is a house in which someone has died.

Unexpected death generally refers to unnatural death, such as accidental death, suicide, homicide, etc.People who die in this way, it is said that because their Yangshou has not passed, they will be very unwilling, and usually linger after death.

Their ghosts will linger in the original residence, so strange things usually happen to this kind of house.

And this kind of house, the homeowner will generally discount the deal.In those few years, I was forced to make a living, and by accident, I started a business of reselling haunted houses, buying them at ultra-low prices, and selling them at high prices after disposal.

The income from reselling the haunted house was indeed considerable, and I also made a lot of money in those years.However, those weird and bizarre things I encountered lingered like nightmares for several years after I quit my job.Thinking about it to this day still gives chills down my spine, and I'm sweating profusely.

Today I finally mustered up the courage to tell my story, and I also wanted to make a complete end to my past through this method.

My name is Li Yang, and I just graduated from university that year.I didn't know what to do during the few years I was in college. I was always plagued by bad luck, failed in everything I did, and encountered obstacles everywhere when I wanted to find a job after graduation.Not only did he not make any money, but he owed a lot of foreign debts.

My hometown is in the countryside. As the only college student who passed the exam, I was sent out of the village by the villagers, and I was honored for a while.But now it is the worst one. Those who didn't get into college when they were young, because they came out early to mix in the society, now they are all like dogs, and they are all very beautiful.

My self-esteem is troubled, and I rarely go back to my hometown, and I don't want my parents to follow me and get angry.

But self-esteem can't be eaten as a meal. Just when I was in a state of desperation and my life was about to fail, I suddenly received a call from my third uncle.

Speaking of my third uncle, he is definitely a god.

This word for god is not a god of magic, but a god of nerves.

When the third uncle was young, he was a bit idle, drinking and gambling every day, and was kicked out of the house by his grandfather.No one knew where he went, but when he came back a few years later, he was wearing a dirty tattered Taoist robe, and he turned into a half-hearted Taoist priest.When he entered the door and saw that my grandfather didn't call him dad, he opened his mouth and called a benefactor, which almost angered my grandfather, but was beaten out by my grandfather with a stick.

The third uncle didn't dare to enter the house, so he went to the town to set up a fortune-telling stall for others.

But I can live to this day, thanks to my unreliable third uncle.

That year, I was studying abroad, and suddenly received a call from my grandfather who was critically ill, so I took a leave of absence from the school, and ran home in a hurry.After returning home, I found many people surrounded in front of my old house.
My aunt told me with red eyes that my grandfather was dying, but he refused to die because he wanted to see me for the last time.

I hurried to grandpa's bed, tears flowed down my nose as soon as my nose was sour.My grandpa, who used to be physically strong and energetic, has become something I dare not recognize anymore.He was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, lifeless.Mouth kept murmuring my name.

After hearing that I was back, Grandpa's eyelids twitched and he opened his eyes.He raised his arm with difficulty and pointed to the door.Everyone understood what he meant, and everyone left the room except me.

I saw that the skin on Grandpa's forehead was wriggling, and white streaks appeared. It could be seen that it was the white and tender skin that was usually hidden under the wrinkles and had not experienced the ravages of time.

Grandpa kept staring at me, and his Adam's apple moved, as if he wanted to talk to me.

I quickly moved my head closer, trying to listen carefully.

At this time, I found that Grandpa's expression was very painful, and I also heard a hissing sound from his throat, just like a flat tire.His face was flushed and his chest heaved.

I've never experienced this before, so I don't know if grandpa is going to die like this.I was so anxious that I opened my mouth to ask how grandpa was doing?

Who knew that when I opened my mouth, a puff of air suddenly came out from Grandpa's throat.

This breath does not have the stench of other dying old people, but has a fresh fragrance.I opened my mouth, caught off guard.I sucked in that breath in one gulp, and a gust of icy air flowed into my body along my throat, and quickly covered my whole body.At that moment, I felt like I had fallen into a hole in the ice. I was top-heavy, and my body seemed to be filled with lead. I couldn't stand up so heavy that I sat down on the ground.

Everyone rushed in when they heard the movement.Grandpa should have gone by now, but although I could see them, I seemed to be unconscious. The worst thing was that I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth to speak.

At this moment, the third uncle who hadn't been home for a long time suddenly appeared and shouted: "Yangzi was beaten, don't touch him."

Seeing that my situation is urgent, everyone has nothing to do. In addition, my grandfather just passed away, and the family is in chaos.I can only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor and let my third uncle torment me.

The third uncle carried me to another room, found a broken bowl, and took out a handful of beans from the bag on his body. I could see glutinous rice and black beans in it, but I couldn't see anything else.

The third uncle put the beans in a broken bowl, poured half a bowl of wine into it from Grandpa's wine gourd, held the broken bowl and muttered for a long time, and finally struck a match to light the wine in the bowl, and the room suddenly The fragrance of grains and wine permeated the air.The third uncle was not afraid of being hot, so he put his hand into the bowl and stirred it for a long time, then pinched my earlobe and the sole of my foot with his alcohol-smelling hands, then opened my mouth, and gave me the wine that was still flaming I poured it in.

The bowl of wine was tampered with by the third uncle's dirty hands for a long time. I felt very sick, but strangely, I didn't have any strength and couldn't speak.After drinking that bowl of wine, there was a warm current, and my body felt much more comfortable.

The third uncle fumbled around in his arms, as if he was picking at the old mud on his body. After groping for a full five minutes, he found a needle from somewhere in his clothes.The needle was as thin as a cow's hair, and it was so dark that it didn't know whether it was dirty or the original color.

Uncle San held the needle, closed his eyes, as if he was lucky, and the sweat dripped down his face.At this time, parents also surrounded him. Seeing this situation, they were anxious but did not dare to disturb him.

Finally, Uncle San opened his eyes suddenly, and stabbed the needle into the middle finger of his left hand, and then stuck the needle between my eyebrows, gritting his teeth and gathering strength, as if he was picking something out.

The needle was pricked between the eyebrows, and there was no pain at all.At this time, the third uncle seemed to have put all his strength into the needle. He supported the kang with his left hand, and held the needle with his right hand. Green filaments.After the filament was separated from the body, it instantly turned into a white mist and disappeared, and the needle was broken.

Afterwards we learned that the last breath a person exhales before death is called "calamity". This breath is the dirtiest and most poisonous thing accumulated in a person's life. If it falls on flowers, the flowers will wither, and if people accidentally stick to their clothes, they will die. Having a serious illness, being thrown on the face and not even being able to recover for a year or two, people often say that suffering is what it means.People like me who eat it directly in the stomach, if there is no third uncle, they will definitely die.

Even so, it took half a year for my body to gradually recover.

After this incident, the family's view of the third uncle has changed, and people in the village have also seen that the third uncle is indeed capable, so they will ask the third uncle to help arrange any celebrations and birthdays in the family.But the character of the third uncle is still a bit out of place in this family, and no one wants to talk to him.Only when I go home from vacation can I chat and talk with him.

Once when I just got home, my third uncle came to me mysteriously and said, "Nephew, please do my third uncle a favor. It will be to your benefit when things are done."

When I finished listening to him, my nose was almost out of breath.This unlucky third uncle actually asked me to drill someone's coffin for someone else.

There is only an eight-year age difference between my third uncle and my third uncle, and with his bohemian character, more often than not, he and I talk freely, neither big nor small.So after hearing what he said, I became angry: "You big-headed ghost? You still know that I am your eldest nephew? Are you going to bury me alive?"

Seeing that I was in a hurry, the third uncle hurriedly explained to me that the old Liangtou in the village suddenly became seriously ill, unconscious, and was about to die.But Liang's family is one of the richest households in ten miles and eight villages, so it doesn't matter if he dies, he still has three sons, and there is no way to say how the family property will be divided after his death.So his three sons found the third uncle, and asked the third uncle to find a way to extend the life of Lao Liangtou for another three days.

So the third uncle thought of a way to hide the truth, and asked me for help.He said that he let me drill into the coffin, and it was just for show. The coffin was also made of cardboard and covered with a layer of floating soil. I would lie in it for one night and get me out at dawn the next day.

After listening to the third uncle, I replied angrily: "Then I don't help at all. It's unlucky for a living person to get into a coffin."

The third uncle said: "My silly nephew, do you still think that you are auspicious or unlucky? Although I helped you pick out your grandfather's bad luck, but your bad luck has not been eliminated. If you don't, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life." The way I think is also killing two birds with one stone. On the one hand, it helps the old Liang family, and on the other hand, you lie in the coffin, separated by yin and yang. Even if you have died once, the bad luck you should have will disappear. Wait. Tomorrow you climb out of it, and I will keep your face radiant. From now on, you will be prosperous, your fortune will be prosperous, your fortune will be prosperous, you will become rich and powerful..."

The third uncle was spitting stars, counted for me for a long time with his fingers, and then took out 2000 yuan and stuffed it with me, saying it was a deposit, and there would be a lot of money after the matter was completed.

I knew that the old Liang's family must have given him a lot of money. Seeing what he said in a serious manner, I was a little moved, and I agreed to him in a jerk.

Everything was carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the third uncle.That night, I got into the coffin prepared by my third uncle, which was in a dug grave in the back mountain.Except for the coffin and I was fake, everything else was done in accordance with normal funerals.Lying in the coffin, I heard the old man's three sons crying like three idiots, and calling me daddy, I almost didn't laugh out loud.

But after they covered the coffin and covered it with a layer of floating soil, I regretted it a bit.

The lid of the coffin was closed, and it was pitch black inside, with no light at all.When the upper layer of floating soil was covered, the surrounding area became even more dead.I can clearly hear my own heartbeat...

(End of this chapter)