The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 530 Sealing the coffin with ink thread
I heard the sound and looked, and found the little fly standing at the door of the bone-splitting room with a pale face, staring at me.

"This coffin..."

Just as I was about to explain, the little fly rushed over quickly and pushed me away.He stared at the coffin for a few times, his face changed drastically, he quickly returned to the bone room, ran out as fast as he could, stretched out his hand and stuffed something into my hand, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Seal the coffin."

Only then did I see that what he stuffed into my hand was a piece of thread, and the other end of the thread was an ink fountain.The ink fountain was in his hand.This ink fountain should also be an old object, and its top was polished to a shiny finish by hand.

I understand, this is an old ink fountain, and what I have in my hand is the ink fountain thread.

The ink fountain is a kind of equipment used by carpenters to hang threads. According to legend, it was created by Lu Ban, the ancestor of carpenters.

Carpenters, masons, blacksmiths, and strippers are collectively known as the four major craftsmen of our folk.

Among the four major craftsmen, carpenters are the first, which shows that carpenters play an important role.And most of the tools in the carpenter's hands were created and passed down by the ancestor Lu Ban, so there is a lot of attention to these tools.For example, the ax used by a carpenter cannot be used to chop meat or bones, and the carpenter's ruler and ink fountain should not be placed randomly, but should be placed in a relatively clean, tidy and important place in the home.

Some old carpenters even enshrine tools that have been used for many years.

Among them, the most mysterious is the carpenter's ink fountain.In ancient times, a carpenter worked outside and had to go home at night. Other tools may be stored in the master's house, but there is one thing he must take with him, and that is the ink fountain.

Carpenters have an extremely persistent belief in ink fountains.They firmly believe that if you bring an ink fountain on the night road, you will be protected from ghosts and evil spirits.In fact, the ink fountain can indeed ward off evil spirits.Because the ink fountain is used to pick straight lines and measure the righteousness of the world, it is a symbol of carpenters, it can measure integrity, and it is a thing of righteousness that can suppress all evils.After adding chicken blood and other things, the power is doubled, and a hundred ghosts will not commit crimes.

The third uncle had also instilled these things in me, so when I saw the ink fountain thread in my hand, I immediately understood that the little fly was taken out at this time, definitely not to do carpentry work with me, but to ward off evil spirits.

I took a look at my hands, and the stained ink stains were obviously red, obviously chicken blood or cinnabar was added to it.

After such a lot of tossing, I pasted two talisman papers on the inside of the slightly calm coffin, and there was another sound.

The coffin lid also began to shake.The black mist above the coffin rose again.

"Hurry up, or it will be too late." The little fly yelled.

I understood, quickly grabbed one end of the ink thread, and ran to the front of the coffin, while the little fly ran to the end of the coffin.

He lifted the ink fountain thread and put it down again.

The ink fountain line left a deep ink line mark on the coffin, and the ink line was straight.

Immediately afterwards, I moved to the side, and the little fly quickly printed another line.

Afterwards, the two of us teamed up and made several ink lines on the side of the coffin.

In this way, the entire coffin was covered by three horizontal and five vertical ink thread nets.

The grid formed by those ink lines divided the emitted black mist like a knife cut.The mist quickly dissipated in the air.

The movement in the coffin was suppressed again.

At this time, the little fly took a deep breath, glanced at the talisman paper I pasted on the coffin, stared at me fiercely, and said coldly: "Did you open the coffin?"

I was wrong for a while, the little fly is the owner here, it was wrong for me to open the coffin without the owner's permission.

"Who told you to open the coffin? If you are not obedient, don't stay here..."

The little fly suddenly raised its voice and roared.

"Hey, you dead fly, who are you yelling at? Your skin is itchy, right?"

Before I could respond, Pang Dahai appeared at the door, pointing at the little fly and shouting.

This guy must have heard movement inside, and finally woke up from his sleep, and when he came out, he saw the little fly yelling at me.

"You...who are you calling to kill a fly?"

After all, Xiao Feizi was not very old, and he was a little annoyed when Pang Dahai called him that, his face flushed red.

"Who else can I call you? Don't you call me a little fly? If you dare to yell at me again, I will turn you from a little fly into a dead fly, do you believe it?"

As Pang Dahai spoke, he clenched his fist and shook it in front of Little Fly.

I have to say that with such a big body, it's quite bluffing to start soaring.

The little fly blinked its eyes, and was so angry that it didn't dare to quarrel with the fat man.

"Who cares about broken places?" Pang Dahai cursed and waved at me: "Boss, let's go...we won't be here to be angry with this little fly..."

Pang Dahai probably didn't know what happened here, after beckoning to me, he walked out of the yard by himself.

I know that going is not the best choice, there are still many unresolved issues here.What happened to the old stall, I haven't asked clearly yet.Besides, I am going to send the old stall head off for the last time.

I was about to call Pang Dahai back, when I found him walking out of the yard, he didn't take a few steps, then suddenly turned around and ran back.

The little fly snorted coldly: "Didn't you leave? Why are you back again..."

"I want you to take care of it..." After the fat man responded, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, with a nervous expression on his face.

"Fatty, what's the matter?" I knew that Pang Dahai must have seen something, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.

"Boss, there seems to be a snake outside..."

"What? Snake?" I was a little puzzled, and asked again: "It's dark outside, didn't you read it wrong?"

"I didn't...boss, look..."

Fat Dahai pointed at the door with trembling arms, his tone changed.

At this time, the moonlight poured down, and a small green snake swam by the door.

The little snake seemed to be just over a foot long, with a slender body, its head held up, and it spit out red snake letters. It swam unhurriedly to the door and stopped.

Seeing the little snake, I smiled wryly and said, "Fatty, is this the snake you saw? Just this little snake with thick fingers scared you like this?"

Pang Haihai hid behind me, nodded: "Yes, boss, I am not afraid of anything, but this long worm. Once when I came home from the town, I met a small snake on the way. The little snake On the road, I didn’t dare to cross it at the time, turned back and walked more than ten miles on the mountain road, and returned home by another road.”

"Fatty, aren't you exaggerating? You can avoid that little snake and pass by the side of the road, right?"

I saw that the little snake at the door had no intention of crawling inside, so I casually said to Pang Dahai.

(End of this chapter)