The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 73

My scalp is numb for a while, which is not a good sign.And third uncle's aura is too weak, he won't just die, right?
I was thinking wildly, and suddenly my third uncle's eyes opened suddenly.The candles at the head and end of the bed suddenly grew longer.

This scared me so much that I couldn't help but take two steps back.

But seeing Uncle San opened his eyes and quickly closed them again.I noticed that the drop of blood wiped between his brows became more and more red.It's bright red, so red that it's a little creepy.The candlelight also weakened again.

At this time, I suddenly felt movement behind me.

I turned around suddenly, and found that the vanity mirror was covered with a layer of hoarfrost at some point, and it emitted a faint white gas.

"Ula Ula, Gulujigu..."

I was staring at the vanity mirror when Fei Yao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his mouth and said a bunch of inexplicable words.Her mouth was slurred, and what she said was full of emotion, but I couldn't understand what she said.

I felt my scalp explode. The third uncle didn't tell me what was going to happen beforehand, so he just let me stay here.When this happens, I don't know how to deal with it.

But if he just stayed like this, what happened would be too fucking scary.

I retreated to the door and watched the changes on the field.Especially that vanity mirror, I was afraid that something would come out of it.The candles at the bedside and at the end of the bed also fluctuated from strength to strength, but they were never completely extinguished.

I remember my third uncle's words, if the candle is really extinguished, or if there are other dangers, I have to run.It's also easier to run if it's at the door.

Fei Yao uttered a bunch of nonsense from time to time, Third Uncle opened his eyes after a while, and the vanity mirror kept emitting a faint mist.

Other than that, nothing special happened.One of my hearts gradually settled down, and when the three tranquilizing incense burnt to the end, I added three more.

This situation has continued.

Maybe it was because I had inhaled too much tranquilizing incense. I squatted at the door and leaned against the door frame, but I was a little dazed.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard the third uncle shouting, waking me up.

I jumped to my feet and went to look at the three Anshenxiang incense for the first time. Thank God, there was less than a third of the incense left, and it was not extinguished.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at Third Uncle, lying on the bed, his body shaking uncontrollably.That kind of jitter does not seem to be controlled by oneself, the frequency is fast and irregular.And the two candles at the head and the end of the bed kept flickering, and the candle flames fluctuated.

I rushed over in a hurry and found that Uncle San's face was covered with sweat at this time, and his body was as if he had been fished out of the water.

I ignored my third uncle's instructions, patted his shoulder lightly, and called him a few times in a low voice.

Suddenly, Uncle San's whole body relaxed like a deflated rubber ball.

I was also shocked to find that the two candles at the head and foot of the bed went out with a pop.

"Not good." I yelled, turned and ran subconsciously.

But as soon as I ran to the door, I stopped abruptly.

Although the third uncle had explained, let me run as far as I can when the candle is extinguished.But when the candle was actually extinguished, I was more concerned about the safety of my third uncle.

This may be a kind of concern that my third uncle and I naturally formed during the process of fighting side by side.

"Third Uncle...Third Uncle..." I found that Third Uncle's face had turned pale again, so I yelled loudly.

After I yelled a dozen times in a hoarse voice, my third uncle suddenly coughed and cursed weakly: "Don't yell, you're not dead..."

Saying that, Uncle San slowly opened his eyes.

"Third Uncle, are you okay?" I was overjoyed, and hurriedly supported Third Uncle to stand up slowly from the bed.

"The candles are all extinguished, didn't I tell you to run away? You boy, you are disobedient." The third uncle looked weak and did not forget to teach me a lesson.

"Don't fix this next time, I won't be safe if I run away." I complained.

The third uncle smiled, and stretched out his hand to tear off the thick quilt from the window. The sun shone in through the window, and the warm feeling made people feel very comfortable.Before I knew it, it was already dawn.

The third uncle was afraid that I was worried, and told me that although there were minor twists and turns, everything was going well.

I felt relieved and found that there was no big disturbance on Fei Yao's side from the beginning to the end.Although he hadn't woken up yet, his breath was calm, he stopped talking nonsense, and was still in a deep sleep.

The third uncle, on the other hand, was limp and sweating like he just finished a marathon.

I'm very curious about what the third uncle went through that night.

I took out a bottle of mineral water from my bag and handed it to him.He took it, gulped down the bottle of water, then took a few breaths and said, "I saw it, I finally saw it..."

I asked, "Third Uncle, what did you see? That soul hidden in Fei Yao's dream?"

The third uncle shook his head and said, "I've seen it all... What a thrilling story, if possible, I can write a novel..."

After the third uncle calmed down a little, he slowly told me the story.

I know that this story must be related to this attic, and it is also related to Fei Yao.For the convenience of presentation, the story is described in the third person.

……

In the third year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1914 AD.

The melee between warlords left devastation, and people in many places are still living in dire straits.

The forces of all parties have their own ulterior motives, resorting to militarism, expanding their power, and making people miserable.

At that time, Linjiang was relatively peaceful.People live and work in peace and contentment, self-sufficient, it can be regarded as a pure land in troubled times.

Yang Xuzhi, a well-known wooden figurine artist, is known as Wooden Figurine Yang.The craftsmanship passed down from ancestors has been in his hands for countless generations.When the ancestors were most glorious, they were recruited into the palace by Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and later Empress Dowager Cixi to serve as imperial wooden figurine masters.

Yang Xuzhi's craftsmanship is said to have reached the peak of perfection.But at that time, it was not easy for people to have enough food and clothing, and even fewer people were willing to spend money to make wooden figurines.So Yang Xuzhi is just doing ordinary carpentry on weekdays.

Suddenly one day, someone came to invite Yang Xuzhi and asked him to make some wooden figurines for 20 yuan.

After learning about the other party's background, Yang Xuzhi didn't want to accept it at first, but he was just an ordinary craftsman. His business was sluggish recently, and he was almost out of business. The price offered by the other party made him unable to refuse.After earning the 20 yuan, I can find a quiet place to live in seclusion.

It was a place called Chunxiang Building that came to find Yang Xuzhi to make wooden figurines.

This Chunxiang Building is one of the best places for fireworks in eight towns.

Yang Xuzhi, a decent man, has always kept a respectful distance from this kind of Spring Street and Willow Lane.But in order to make money, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter Chunxiang Building.

After seeing the old bustard, Yang Xuzhi knew the other party's intentions.

The old bustard didn't know where he heard that Yang Xuzhi had superb wood carving skills and could make lifelike carved wooden figurines.So I wanted to invite him to help every girl in Chunxiang Building make a finely carved wooden figurine.

(End of this chapter)