The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 553
It is conceivable that if we were in the mourning hall, we would definitely not be able to bear it.

I found that the paper figurine standing next to me was already covered with a layer of hoarfrost.Let the paper man become like a snowman.But there was no frost on the filial piety shirts the three of us were wearing.Does this filial piety shirt still have the effect of protecting us at this time?This should be the intention of the old stall to let us wear filial piety shirts.

Even so, if it goes on like this, in less than 10 minutes, we will all be overwhelmed.At this time, the tingling pain on my shoulder also struck again.

The tingling pain was accompanied by the coldness entering the body, which made me bite my teeth.I can only bear it as best I can.

I even heard the creaking sound of Pang Haihai clenching his fists, and I quickly motioned him to keep quiet.But he found that although Pang Haihai didn't have frost on his body, there was actually a layer of hoarfrost on his eyebrows and eye hair.

The same is true for the little fly on the opposite side.Believe that I am the same as them.

Is this the reaction brought about after the accident entered the house?
It seems that normal people cannot resist this kind of coldness. Now it seems that if we are not still wearing this kind of filial piety shirt, we will not be able to resist and fall down.

Even so, we can only rely on the little willpower left to support us.

And at this moment, I suddenly discovered that there were two vague shadows on the white cloth outside the empty mourning field.

These two shadows are even lighter than the shadow of the old stall head reflected on the white cloth.

There is only a shallow layer, and the edges of the shadow are extremely blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.

I trembled in my heart, if I'm not mistaken, this should be a errand sent by the underworld to seduce the soul of the old stall.

According to the old stall, these two should not be real errands, but just kid who was caught as an errand.

It seems that Nakong Memorial Field is really a magical place.Not only can you see the souls of the old stalls leaving their bodies, but even the ghosts who appear here looking for their souls can see them.

Following the appearance of those two faint shadows on the white cloth, a layer of mist rose unconsciously in this small mourning hall.

It was still a mist at the beginning, but the mist quickly diffused, and gradually blocked our sight, and some of us couldn't see our fingers.Soon, the mourning hall was filled with this mist.The fog also blocked our sight tightly, and we could no longer see the few white cloths around the empty funeral field.

We actually saw the ghost. At that time, I didn't have much fear in my heart. On the contrary, there was some inexplicable excitement.After all, many people believe that there are ghosts in the world, and where there are ghosts, there is a hell.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see the ghosts of the underworld.But for many days after this incident was over, the eyes of all three of us were red, and there were strange discharges constantly.Although it does not affect vision, there is no itchy feeling.But this situation lasted for more than a month before disappearing.

The third uncle said, this is the result of our naked eyes seeing the bad luck.If it wasn't for the cloudy fog in the mourning hall at that time, if we continued to watch, we might not be able to keep these eyes.

Therefore, with our ordinary eyes, seeing ghosts is no problem, but seeing ghosts is like reading inscriptions, knowing the secrets of the underworld, and there is a price to pay.

Thinking about it now, I still have to thank the mist that filled the mourning hall.

After the fog rose, the cold feeling became even stronger.The three of us couldn't help but stand still and tremble.

At the beginning, I can still support as much as I can.Later, I felt as if my body had been hollowed out, both physically and mentally, as if I had lost the strength to support it.I can no longer judge what state my body is in.In short, it feels like my body is floating in the air again, like a leaf of catkins, sometimes being swept up by the wind to high altitude, and sometimes falling to the bottom.

Later, I asked the old stall owner, and he said that this is the state of a person when he is dying.This state existed after his soul left his body.

It's just that I'm a living person, and the reason why I'm in this state is entirely because of the arrival of bad luck.And it's not just me, Fat Dahai and Little Fly feel the same way as me.

After I was in that state, the voice I heard, someone whispering in my ear, came again.

This time the voice was clearer than the night before, but I still couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

It seems that they are discussing something, and their emotions are not right.

The voice of the other party, whether it is tone or intonation, is the same as when we usually speak.It's just that I don't understand what they said at all.

This sound has been in my ears for about ten minutes.

And I have always been in that state of confusion.

I didn't recover from that state until the voice gradually died down.The cold feeling all over his body gradually disappeared.

I shook my head, and found that the thick fog that filled the mourning hall had dissipated.

There were no shadows on the white cloths in the empty mourning field.

The temperature in the mourning hall also returned to normal.

I carefully recalled what I experienced just now, and I can basically confirm that it was the process of searching for the soul by errands.I originally thought that after such an arrangement, I could see the real yin and yang.Once it's done, you can still see what Yin Cha looks like and how he lost his soul.

But I never thought that this process, in retrospect, is like a dream.

So much so that when you wake up, you can no longer tell whether what you just experienced is a dream or reality.

I believe that Pang Haihai and Little Fly just had the same experience as me.

Because I saw their eyes full of doubt and puzzlement.

In the end, we all looked at the empty mourning field at the same time.

All of our arrangements are for the old stall to escape this catastrophe.So whether it is successful or not, we should have already seen the outcome.

None of the three of us said much, and ran to the empty mourning field together.

The candles in the empty mourning hall are still burning.This has become the only place in the mourning hall that is still lit.

There is still no sound inside.

The little fly stood outside and called Master a few times softly.

No one inside answered.

I tugged at the little fly and signaled him to just go in and see what's going on.

The little fly nodded, and gently tore apart a piece of white cloth in the empty mourning field.

On a horizontal bed inside, the old man lay peacefully on it.

On the opposite side of the horizontal bed, there is a picture of the Daoist Lord's night banquet.

(End of this chapter)