The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 7 The Strange Flower Pot
The third uncle yawned, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said, "Let's go. After a tossing all night, let's go out to have some morning tea. The third uncle treats guests. Let's talk while eating."

Speaking of which, the third uncle returned to normal, and walked out swaggeringly.

I had to follow behind, muttering: "Breakfast is breakfast, what are you dragging, and you have morning tea."

We are used to ridiculing each other, and the third uncle ignored me and led me out of the basement.

Sure enough, the sky was already bright at this time, and after leaving the basement, a fresh air penetrated into my lungs, and I took a few deep breaths, which was very comfortable.My stomach grumbled a few times, and I was a little inexplicably excited. I have heard of Cantonese morning tea, barbecued pork buns, shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and roast goose with chicken feet. You can finally have a real treat.

The third uncle took me to a food stall that had just opened, and greeted me with open arms: "Guozi, I'll give you a lung, let's eat..."

The third uncle speaks half-baked Cantonese, mixed with his original accent, which sounds ridiculous.

Although there are a lot of migrants in Shenzhen, most of them are concentrated in the city. It is located in the suburbs, and there are quite a lot of locals who want to come here.The third uncle hangs around here, and can more or less speak some local slang.

The food stall guarded two bungalows, with two sheds in front and tables and chairs underneath, and there were already two groups of diners eating.

After the third uncle said hello, a man wearing an apron came out from the inside and waved to the third uncle: "Hehe, isn't this the uncle, the uncle Li? I was thinking about how long you will not come Already, have you gone Gaha during this time?"

I heard a black line on my face. This Guozi speaks authentic Northeast dialect. What kind of Cantonese is this?
The third uncle laughed twice, and returned to his normal accent, and responded: "I have something to do these two days, and my eldest nephew has come to join me. How is the boss's business? I said you have been in Guangdong for many years, right? Why does it still taste like a big northeaster?"

Guozai waved his hand: "The small business is so-so, and this local accent is hard to change. I'm afraid I won't be able to change it until I die. This is your nephew. He is so handsome. He is as good as I was when I was young. Sit down and sit down. Are you still in the same old way?"

The third uncle nodded: "Yes, this time give me two copies."

The third uncle took me to sit down, and introduced that Guozai is a very nice person with a cheerful personality, and gets along well with the people around him.

While talking, things were brought up.I was a little dumbfounded when I saw it, tofu nao, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pickled side dishes, etc. How can this be Cantonese morning tea?
I pointed at the food with a bitter face: "I said third uncle, this is the morning tea you invited me to eat?"

Thinking about it now, there is a fashionable saying to describe my mentality at that time, that is: I took off my pants, so you give me this?

The third uncle sneered twice: "Isn't the money tight these days, the third uncle? When you earn money from this job, the third uncle will definitely take you to a high-end restaurant for morning tea. Today, let's pad your stomach first..."

This is very in line with the third uncle's style, so I laughed it off.

Sit down to have breakfast, the hot tofu nao and the crispy fried fritters are very comfortable to eat, warm in the stomach, and the fatigue and tension of the night are swept away.

After the stomach was full, Guozai brought two big bowls of tea. We drank slowly, and the third uncle told me how we went to the second floor.

For the convenience of expression, I will describe what happened at that time from the perspective of my third uncle.

The third uncle said: I went up the stairs to the second floor smoothly, and nothing happened.But I obviously feel that the temperature on the second floor is much lower than that on the first floor.Although the windows were all closed, the wind blowing from nowhere made me feel cold, and I shivered several times in a row.I took a picture with a flashlight and found that there were three rooms on the second floor besides a small living room.

Because I wanted to trace the source of the rope hanging from the Bodhisattva, I first walked towards the room in that direction.

Since the corridor has not been ventilated for a long time, and no one has lived in it for a long time, naturally no one cleans it.The ground was full of dust. I walked over and stirred up the dust. When the flashlight flickered, it was even more smoky and dusty. I couldn't see the scene and objects in front of me clearly for a while.I couldn't help coughing twice. (Hearing this, I remembered that I did hear Uncle Three coughing twice)
When I walked in from the direction of the stairs, I found that the doors of the two rooms on the left side of the corridor were open, and it was dark inside.I shook the inside with a flashlight, and there were wooden beds inside. There were no quilts on them, only bare wooden boards.There were thick curtains on the windows, so that no light could come in.I didn't go inside, because there was nothing strange at first glance.

I went to the third room, which was opposite the other two rooms.At this time, I realized that the downstairs of this room is the one where the Buddha is hanging.And this room should be the room where you said you saw the shadow when we were outside.

So I stood in the doorway and shone my torch in, and watched more carefully.

But the strange thing is that the room is empty, without any furniture.Since I found nothing, I turned around and left.But at this moment the flashlight swayed to the curtain, and it seemed that there was something on the window sill behind the curtain.

The thing behind the curtain was illuminated by the flashlight, and the outline was completely printed on the curtain, round and hairy.

So I stepped into that room, stretched out my hand and opened the curtain at once, and the flashlight shone through at the same time.

The third uncle's speech speed is not fast, but the description is vivid, just like commenting on a storytelling book, and there is a sudden pause at this point.I was fascinated without knowing it, as if I was on the scene, the tense plot made me clenched my fists and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The third uncle picked up the bowl, drank a big sip of tea, and continued to narrate: What was placed on the window sill turned out to be a pot of flowers.The round thing I photographed is the flower pot.

I feel very strange, everything in this room has been emptied, why leave this pot of flowers alone?
I couldn't help being curious, so I shone the light directly on it and observed it carefully.This flower grows very well, lush and lush, and the leaves are not too big, about seven or eight pieces.I'm not very familiar with flowers and plants, so I don't know what kind of flower this is.But soon I could see that something was wrong with the flower.

First of all, the flower pot, I didn't pay much attention at the beginning, but later I found out that the utensil with flowers is not a flower pot, but a bowl.

This bowl is larger than the big sea bowls we usually see, and it is very deep. The bowl seems to be made of iron, and there are many carved patterns on the outside of the iron bowl.What's even more frightening is that the iron bowl should be very hard, but it cracked several holes downward from the mouth of the bowl.It was as if something was expanding in the bowl and cracked the iron bowl.

If you look carefully, the flower plant that grew out of the bowl, from the root, to the rhizome, to the leaves, has clearly visible things like blood vessels.The red liquid flows down the blood vessels from under the iron bowl to each leaf.Even the top two leaves have dark red liquid hanging from the tips, like dewdrops.

The red liquid, like dewdrops, has been hanging on the tip of the leaf, and it will drip on the window sill after a while.I also just noticed that the red liquid had gathered on the window sill into a small stream, flowed down the window sill to the ground, and seeped down from the corner of the wall.I think the blood on the rope that hangs the Bodhisattva is from here.

At this time, something even more terrifying happened. When I was observing it, the blood vessels inside the flower and plant suddenly became thicker, and the speed of the blood flowing inside also doubled, as if I sensed my existence.And on each blade, a strange human face appeared.

It was a small face, the skin on the face was wrinkled, and the eyes on that face were like dead fish, staring at me firmly.

I have a bad feeling, this situation has greatly exceeded my expectations.So I yelled, and Li Yang ran away.

At the same time, I also turned around, trying to rush out of the room and run downstairs.

Who knew that as soon as I turned around, the door was blown by a gust of wind and closed with a bang.I slammed into the door all at once, almost out of breath.I tried my best to open the door, but the door was tightly closed, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open it.

And I felt sticky under my feet, I looked down and found that the blood in the flowers and plants had covered the whole floor, and the blood was spreading down my trouser legs and towards me.

There was also an inexplicable gust of wind blowing in the room, which lifted the curtains and made a rattling noise.

I was afraid that you would come to look for me, so I called out again.He broke the boat, bit the blood on the tip of his tongue, and sprayed two mouthfuls into the room.

After the blood fog passed, it should have some effect.My mind was also cleared up a lot. I kicked open the window and jumped down the second floor.

Fortunately, there was a lot of trash piled up underneath, so I didn't get hurt.

The third uncle finished speaking in one breath, took another two mouthfuls of tea, and wiped the cold sweat off his face.

I was still terrified when I heard that, calmed down my nervous mood, and said, "You never thought that jumping from the second floor is also very dangerous."

The third uncle shook his head: "I didn't think about it that much at the time. I only had one thought, which was to run out of that house quickly. That thing is too evil. I didn't expect that I, Li Dongbin, would encounter such a big problem for the first time when I came out of the mountain. Could it be Is it a test for me, Li Dongbin?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "Then why don't we give up this house?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "No way. Give up, where are we going to get the 30 yuan? But this time we have to be prepared. I have to figure out what the name of the flower in that bowl is. I'll give it to you Draw it, see if you recognize it?"

While talking, the third uncle asked Guozai for a pen and paper, lying on the table, drawing on the paper while remembering.

Soon, he drew a picture on the paper.I saw that although the third uncle's painting skills are really not flattering, he can still outline the outline of the iron bowl, flowers and plants.It is similar to what he described. I am not interested in flowers and plants, and I don’t know the flowers after seeing them.

I shook my head, and the third uncle was also frowning, staring at the piece of paper in a daze.

(End of this chapter)