The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 77

I saw my third uncle looking up at the sky, and I also looked up at the sky.

After a while, my neck became sore, but the night was low in the sky, shrouded in mist, and there was nothing special.

I curiously asked my third uncle: "Third uncle, what are you looking at?"

The third uncle was taken aback, shook his head and said, "I didn't look at anything. I've been lying down for a long time during the day, so I can feel more comfortable if I tilt my head and neck."

When I heard this, I said angrily, "Third Uncle, are you still in good shape? I thought you found something? If you want to go in, go in quickly, or I'm afraid I'll regret staying here with you."

The third uncle waved his hand: "No. It's useless to go in early, I have to wait for an hour."

I had no choice but to stand in the yard with my third uncle.

The wind at night made my body chilly, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence again.

After about two hours, my legs were numb, and there was still no movement from the third uncle.I was thinking about finding a place to sit for a while, when my third uncle said: "Okay, it's almost done."

I glanced at my phone, it was nine thirty in the evening.

According to the old calendar, it should be Haishi now.

My third uncle and I went into the attic one after the other, and went directly to the room on the second floor.

The room was pitch black, and although the windows were closed, I could vaguely feel the wind blowing through the room.It made me panic.

Fortunately, the third uncle took out two candles from his bag and lit them, and they stood in the southeast and northwest corners of the room respectively.

There were two faint candlelights flickering in the room, blown by the strange wind, shaking sharply, it looked very strange.

I already knew that Wan Qing's remnant soul was hidden in that vanity mirror.

I didn't dare to look directly at the mirror, although the mirror surface was already black, as if covered with a layer of mist, but I always felt that Wan Qing was hiding behind the mirror, staring at me and San with those venomous eyes. uncle.

The third uncle didn't speak, and lowered his head to organize the things in the backpack, wondering what tricks he was going to do.

And the third uncle and I are obviously the only two people in this room, but thinking about a hundred-year-old female ghost still hiding in the dark, I can't calm down anymore.

The sweat on my head trickled down my face.

The third uncle tinkered with it for a long time, and finally started to arrange it.First, a small incense burner was placed on the dressing table, and three incense sticks were lit.

Smelling the scent of the Buddha made me feel much more at ease.

Then the third uncle called me over, handed me a few packs of paper money, and took out a crock pot in his backpack, and asked me to squat by the window and start burning paper.

I said burning paper in the house wouldn't set the house on fire, would it?
The third uncle shook his head and said don't worry, the fire won't start.

I nodded, struck a match, took out some paper money, and set it on fire.

Under the light of the fire, Third Uncle's face flickered.Third Uncle's eyes kept staring at the vanity mirror, wondering what he was looking at.

I couldn't help sneaking a sneak peek at the vanity mirror, which was blurry.The third uncle stood in front of the mirror, but he couldn't see the shadow of the third uncle in the mirror.The clarity of such mirrors may not even be as good as ancient bronze mirrors.

The mist and water vapor on the mirror make the mirror look more like a piece of frosted glass.It seems that behind the mirror, there are hidden secrets.

When I was stunned, the third uncle took a look at me and reminded loudly: "Don't be distracted, burn one by one, but don't stop."

I groaned, and found that the paper money in the earthen pot was almost burned out.

I quickly sent in another piece of paper money and set it on fire.

The paper money burned very quickly, and within a short time, the burnt paper ash filled the earthen basin.

I was thinking about how to deal with the paper ashes when my third uncle suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of paper ashes from the pot with bare hands.

I was shocked, there are still a lot of sparks in it, and the paper ash is still warm.This must have burned your hand.

But the third uncle didn't care, and smeared the vanity mirror with the paper dust that was full of hands.

The third uncle actually used the paper dust to wipe the vanity mirror.This move greatly exceeded my expectations.

Third Uncle finished wiping it off, and grabbed another handful in the paper dust.

I didn't dare to stop what I was doing, and continued to burn paper money one by one, and peeked at the mirror.

What is amazing is that the mirror surface gradually became clear after being wiped by the third uncle.

Through the candlelight, it can be seen that an empty figure appeared in the mirror.

But the figure didn't seem very stable, appearing and disappearing.

After Third Uncle wiped the mirror clean, the figure gradually stabilized.The fire in the room is not clear, I can only roughly judge from the outline, the person inside is not Third Uncle.

In other words, the third uncle stood in front of the mirror, but his figure could not be seen in it.

Obviously, the third uncle used this special method to make the remnant soul of Wan Qing inside appear.

At this time, the two candles lit by the third uncle, which were originally dim yellow flames, suddenly changed color and became faint blue, and the length of the flames also suddenly rose to a higher height.

The blue fire light shone on Third Uncle's face, looking sinister.

But the water vapor that had just faded from the mirror surface slowly rose up again.The originally clear mirror surface became blurred again.

I glanced at Uncle San, who stared straight at the mirror without any reaction.

I was taken aback. Although I didn't quite understand the situation in front of me, I knew that something was wrong with the change in the mirror.

I gritted my teeth, and reached out to grab a handful of paper ashes in the pot.

Although there were still a lot of sparks in the pot, it was not hot to grasp, but rather cold.

This makes me very puzzled. Could it be because the yin in this room is too heavy?

But at this time, I didn't have time to think too much, grabbed the paper dust, and imitated my third uncle's method, and wiped it on the mirror.

The temperature of the mirror is even lower, and touching it with your hands is like touching ice.

I secretly fought a cold war.

Sure enough, the mirror surface became clear again after being wiped with paper dust.

The figure in the mirror also reappeared.

This time I saw clearly that it was a woman in a cheongsam.It's just that it is too different from the image of a hundred-year-old ghost in my impression.

This woman is exactly the same as Fei Yao, and it is more real than the wooden figurines and photos I saw.

She stood right in front of me, as if I could touch her as soon as I reached out.

There is no doubt that she is Wan Qing 100 years ago, the number one oiran of Chunxiang House back then.

I stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do, or whether she could see me inside.

At this moment, Wan Qing suddenly smiled ghostly at me.

Those winking eyes are enough to take people's breath away, and the eyes are even more charming. I feel my bones are crisp.

(End of this chapter)