The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 173

It was already evening at this time, I parked the car at the entrance of the village, and was about to get off and ask Xue Quangui where his father lived?

We both got out of the car, but we didn't see anyone on the left or right.

Suddenly Pang Dahai pulled me, pointed to the front right and said, "Do you see someone under that tree?"

I heard the reputation and looked, in front of us on the right, outside the village, there was a big willow tree.

The willows are luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun, with a huge crown, like a big umbrella opened.

It's just that I watched for a while, but I didn't see the person Pang Hai mentioned.

I asked him suspiciously: "Who is there, are you blind?"

Pang Dahai scratched his head: "No, just now I clearly saw a person in red clothes. Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?"

I couldn't help shivering, and I was wearing red again.Although the red dress looked joyful, but when I thought about it, ordinary people, especially those from farming families, would not wear red clothes on weekdays.Unless there is a happy event, the red picture will be hung for auspiciousness.

And red, for me, is a very sensitive word.In my opinion, on this big night, anyone who wears red for no reason is definitely not an ordinary person, and it will be more or less a little strange.Who in the ravine would wear a red dress to swagger through the streets?
I stood still, and said to Pang Dahai: "Your boy, you can spot it for me. We have just arrived in this village, so don't make trouble for nothing. If you don't go into the village, you can settle down first."

Pang Dahai glanced at me: "You don't look like an old man. If you can see it, don't you know if you go and have a look? I guess he must be hiding behind a tree."

After finishing speaking, Pang Dahai swaggered towards the willow tree.

Being robbed by this fat man for no reason, I held my breath, but there was nothing I could do, and hurriedly followed.

When I got under the willow tree, I really felt that this tree is not ordinary tall.And entering under the canopy, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant, and a burst of coolness hit.

I looked up and found that there were many red cloth strips tied to the branches of this tree.Looking around, there are no less than a hundred of them densely packed. It is very enjoyable to look at, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

At this time, Pang Haihai had already circled the tree twice, with a dazed expression on his face.

I asked him: "Where are people? Are there any?"

Pang Haihai scolded: "It's really strange, I clearly saw a figure... It's not a person, could it be... a ghost?"

I slapped him: "If you don't talk about ghosts at night, you want to see ghosts that much?"

Although I now firmly believe in the theory of ghosts and gods.But in an unfamiliar environment, I still have lingering fears about the word ghost.After all, I am a fledgling, fighting against ghosts alone, and I have no experience at all.

"It's not a ghost, where did that person go?" Fat Dahai stared at the bull's eyes, puzzled.

"Don't talk." I stopped Pang Dahai's loud voice, and looked up at the willow tree by myself.

Although this willow tree grows very big, depending on its size, three or five people can hug it.But I know that willows do not have vines, but there are many vines as thick as a child's arm wrapped around the willow tree in front of me.These vines, wrapped around the tree, spiraled upwards, covering the entire body of the tree.

My heart skipped a beat, I don't remember whether I heard it from my third uncle or read it from a book.The vines from the tree are like the bones of a human being. With the bones, the tree will have aura. Of course, this refers to the kind of trees that have no vines.Looking at the willow tree in front of me, looking at the thickness and the vines all over it, it must have been hundreds of years old.Is this also a spirit tree?
I reached out and touched a red cloth strip hanging relatively low.

As a result, Pang Dahai shouted from the side: "Don't move."

I turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"Brother, you don't understand this. This guy is hanging on, so you can't move around."

"Why don't I understand? Isn't this the cloth strip someone made a wish on this tree? I've seen it in many monasteries."

Fat Dahai chuckled: "I'm just saying you don't understand, right? On the trees in the monastery, you can hang red cloth strips to make a wish and ask the Buddha to bless you. But in this rural tree, you hang red cloth strips to worship the godmother. .”

"Waiting for Godmother? Fuck, do you understand all this?"

Pang Dahai said: "What's the matter? We do it all over there. Although I'm not from here, I guess the customs in this area are similar. On our side, if there is a tree over a hundred years old in the village, then But baby. When every family has a child, once there is a minor illness or disaster, the family will bring the child to worship the old tree, worship the tree as a godmother, and ask the old tree to bless the child to grow up healthily. At the same time A red cloth strip will be hung and the child’s birth date and name will be written on it, and it will be regarded as a marriage. In the future, this tree will bless the child and drive away disasters and solve difficulties.”

"And this, it sounds strange, but does it work?" I asked curiously.

Pang Dahai shook his head: "I don't have any children, I don't know. But my mother said that I also worshiped an old tree in our village when I was a child. Look how good I am now, so I think it works."

As he spoke, Pang Dahai clenched his fists and pounded his chest hard.

I reached out and touched the trunk of the big willow tree, and said, "But I've heard a saying that willows, mulberries, poplars, elms, and locust trees are not allowed to enter the house. There is also a saying that no mulberries are planted in the front, no willows are planted in the back, and ghosts are not planted in the courtyard." Clap your hands. This shows that the willow tree is a kind of shady tree, and hanging red cloth strips on this shady tree is yin on top of yin, which is not good for the mansion."

"What... what do you mean? What is ghost clapping?" Pang Dahai asked curiously.

I smiled: "Ghost clapping refers to the poplar. The leaves of the big-leaved poplar, when blown by the wind, make a crackling noise just like ghost clapping. And willow mulberry, poplar, elm and pagoda tree are five kinds of shade trees, so they are not suitable. Plant it at home."

Pang Dahai curled his lips: "I'm at the entrance of the village, and I don't have a home."

I nodded: "I just feel that this tree is weird. Okay, don't get too far away, let's go, go directly to the village to find someone."

I had just taken two steps with Pang Haihai, but suddenly there was a flash from the corner of my eye.

I looked up suspiciously, and found a red shadow flashing in the canopy.

At first I thought it was also a red cloth strip, but when I looked carefully, I found that the red thing was much larger than the cloth strip, and it seemed to be a red pocket.

The bag was hanging on a tree vine, and the heavy things in it were dangling on the tree vine.

The angle just now was blocked by the branches, so I took two steps away and saw the bag.

I lifted my head and peered under the bag.There seemed to be something special in that bag that was attracting my desire.

I wanted to turn around and leave, but I couldn't move.

My ears started to ring, and Pang Dahai seemed to be calling me, but I couldn't make out what he was calling.

Immediately afterwards, my neck tightened, as if something was entangled.

This feeling is like being entangled by that ghost baby with its umbilical cord in Shao Xiaoyao's house, gasping for breath, but it doesn't help.

(End of this chapter)