The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 111 Tongming Banner, Bone Lamp

As soon as I heard this, I felt hopeful, so I hurriedly asked: "My dear grandfather, if you have the conditions, please mention it. Tell me quickly, how can you save them?"

The old stall head pointed to the copper coin on my chest: "Give this... to me."

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart was also moved. I never thought that the old stall would actually want this five emperors' money.If he asks me for money, in order to save third uncle and the others, I can agree to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more.But he just took a fancy to my king coin.This is the one that my third uncle and I got after going through life and death.And it plays a vital role in igniting my lost yang fire with the Five Emperors Ceremony Buddha Lamp.The third uncle valued this copper coin more than the wealth he obtained.

As soon as I hesitated, the old stall owner yawned and said with a sneer: "Forget it, since you are reluctant, you can keep this copper coin for yourself. I am sleepy, old man, and went to bed."

The old stall was about to leave, so I hurriedly stopped him: "Master, wait a minute, I agree."

"Are you willing to give up your love?" The old stall looked at me sideways.

I nodded, reached out and took off the Wangqian worn around my neck, and handed it to the old stall.

The old stall owner waved his hand: "No need now. I'll go to Yagu later, you'll wear it to keep you safe. I'll ask for it when I'm done. But don't worry, my old stall owner will do what I say. You only borrow this thing for one year, and after one year, you will return the original thing.”

I didn't think so when I heard it. Generally, if you want something from someone else, you are too embarrassed to take it, so you just call it a loan.When the time comes or not, what can I do.What's more, now a copper coin can save the lives of three people.No matter how precious the king's money is, it can't be worth three lives, isn't it?
I nodded in agreement, urging the old man to save people quickly.

The old stall owner waved his hand: "No hurry, no hurry, the queue is moving very slowly, we have every chance to catch up."

I thought about it, and it was true. When I saw those ghosts, they took almost a dozen seconds to take a step.Now I understand, is it because their physical bodies are re-spliced ​​and stitched together, so these ghosts are also afraid that if they walk too fast, their physical bodies will fall apart again?
The old stall took me out of this room to a wing room in the yard.When I entered the courtyard, I didn't notice this wing room, but now I can see clearly that there is a small iron door in that room, and there are many yellow talisman seals on the door.The talisman was blown by the wind and made a loud sound, but it seemed to be nailed to the door.

The old stall took out a key, opened the iron gate, and led me in.

I immediately smelled a strong smell of blood and stench, and some indescribable smells.These smells mixed together made me dizzy.

The old stall head fumbled and lit an oil lamp.

The light in the room is much brighter, and I noticed that there is a big pool in the middle of the room.It takes up almost all the space in the house.

In that pool, there were still a lot of blood-red meat scraps left.

I thought of the old stall's occupation, and instantly understood that this place was for storing the broken bones and meat he brought back from picking bones and corpses.It may be sorted in this pool before being handed over to the relatives of the corpse.

Thinking of this, I almost vomited again, but fortunately there was nothing to vomit in my stomach.I covered my mouth hard, barely controlling myself.

The old stall head lit another pot of dry tobacco, and I suddenly understood why the old stall head loves to smoke so much.

The strong smell of dry tobacco can indeed greatly eliminate those odors.

But now there are no formed corpses or bones in these ponds except for a little debris, presumably the old stall has already sorted the flesh and bones of the last cliff burial.

The old stall owner pointed to the big pool and said: "See, I will sort out everyone's bones and minced meat here, and then put them together. Then I can deliver them to relatives. I will pick bones once, Sorting for half a year."

Looking at this big pool, it is not difficult to imagine the situation when the old stall head came back with a large amount of broken bones and meat, and then sorted them dully.What kind of ability does this need?It seems that each of these industries has its own way. Before you understand this industry, you must not underestimate it.

The old stall leader took off two large robes from a hanger next to him, and threw one to me: "Put it on."

I nodded and pulled the robe over the outside.

It was a fiery red robe, which looked extremely hot.

The texture of the robe is very hard, and it is not very portable when walking, but it is a bit inconvenient.But seeing that the old stall has also put on a robe, I dare not say anything more.

The old stall took me back to the original room again, fumbled for something from the stove, put it in a bowl, rinsed it with water and handed it to me: "Drink it."

"Drink... what is this?" I grinned and looked at the water in the bowl, it was dark, and there was a layer of grease floating on it.I secretly groaned in my heart, today I have provoked someone, and I have never felt comfortable in my stomach since I came here.There won't be any aftereffects after drinking this thing, right?
Seeing my embarrassment, the old stall said coldly: "I let you drink it for your own good. But I advise you not to ask what it is? I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it if you ask."

I thought what the old stall said was reasonable, so I quickly squeezed my nose and poured the bowl of water into it.

Fortunately, the water looked dark, but it didn't have any special smell.It was this kind of psychological rejection that made me very uncomfortable.

Finally, when these preparations were done, the old stall was ready to take me out.

Although I know that the team is moving slowly, it has been an hour since I came here.

Where did the team go? Are the third uncle and the others in that corpse team?It's all still a mystery.I'm already anxious.

The old stall head came to the door again and took out two white flags, and inserted the flagpoles on his belt from behind.I saw a lot of runes printed on the flag, densely packed.Among these runes, there are also printed words, on one side is written "there is a way to the dark", and on the other side is written "bongtian picks bones".

Now the old stall is wearing a red robe, with two white flags on his back. At first glance, he looks like an opera singer on the stage. It looks funny, but I don’t feel happy at all. Instead, I look at him at night. This eye-catching outfit is particularly creepy.

Before the calculation was over, the old stall took two more lanterns from the door frame.The lantern skin is light yellow, it looks very thin, but it is not completely transparent.

The old stall struck a match and lit the candle in the lantern.The candlelight reflected the thin lantern skin, and one could see faint shadows appearing on the lantern skin, like a revolving lantern, shuttling left and right.

Seeing my curiosity, the old stall owner explained: "These are the outfits I picked out the bones. The flag on the back is the Tongming Flag, and the lantern is called the bone-seeking lantern."

I nodded: "This lantern looks good, very pretty."

The old stall head snorted: "Of course it looks good, it's made of human skin."

"Human skin?" I was so scared that I almost threw the lantern away.

There is nothing around this old stall that is not scary.

(End of this chapter)