Jin An turned around fiercely, holding the feather duster as his only self-defense weapon tightly in his hand.
Although holding a feather duster for self-defense always feels a bit strange.
He cautiously approached in the direction of the sound. In the dark back hall, there was a coffin quietly placed. The lid of the coffin was filled with cinnabar ink lines to suppress evil, and a yellow talisman was affixed to the head and tail.
Jin An's pupils shrank nervously.
At this time, a hungry and skinny gray-haired immortal ran out of nowhere and was jumping on the coffin lid to eat the coffin boards to fill his stomach.
Good guy.
The cinnabar ink line on the coffin lid has been chewed to pieces by that damn rat. His mother must have never taught it what saving food means, as it has chewed holes in the coffin lid here and there.
At this time, even a fool knew that there must be something terrible buried in the coffin, and the terrible thing in the coffin must not be allowed to escape. Jin An quickly ran to the coffin in three steps and then raised the feather duster in his hand. Gotta get rid of the mice.
But Hui Daxian was even more vigilant than Jin An. It pricked up its ears and listened, then turned and ran away. A miserable meow sounded, and a civet cat jumped on the coffin lid and jumped into the air. Just as the civet cat thought When he was about to continue chasing the mouse, the tightly covered coffin board suddenly opened a corner, and a gray human hand grabbed the hind legs of the civet cat and dragged it into the coffin.
Boom!
The coffin board was covered heavily, and the cat's screams only started halfway before ending abruptly.
When the whole city saw this scene, Jin An's body muscles tensed up. He did not try to show off at this time, but turned around and ran away, trying to escape to the front hall and open the door to escape from this Fushou shop.
There was a scream in the air behind him, as if something heavy was hitting him. Fortunately, Jin An had a strong psychological quality. Although he became an ordinary person in the ghost mother's nightmare, he was courageous and calm in situations. At this time He did not turn his head to look behind him in fear, but instead rolled on the spot to avoid the attack of the sound breaking through the air behind him.
boom!
A heavy coffin board weighing several hundred kilograms hit the door wall like a door panel, blocking the only curtain passage leading to the front hall.
Ah--
A ghostly gasp came from the coffin, which was the same slight gasp as before.
Jin An knew that the ghost was breathing out corpse gas from the corpse's stomach. He quickly held his breath to prevent himself from accidentally inhaling the poisonous corpse gas. Then he stood up calmly and quickly and ran down the stairs to the second floor of Fushou Restaurant. He planned to escape by jumping out of the second floor window of Fushou Store.
Just a few steps down the stairs, several rows of shelves in the back hall were smashed to pieces. The dead people buried in the coffins came out and chased Jin An, who was about to go up to the second floor.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There were crashing sounds again and again at the entrance of the stairs. The dead man tried several times but could not jump up the stairs. He was always blocked on the first step.
There is a folk custom of setting the threshold very high, because the old people believe that this can prevent those who died violently from changing their bodies and violently hurting others. Firstly, it prevents jumping corpses from outside from entering the home in the middle of the night and hurting others. Secondly, it prevents people from being injured in the wake hall. At that time, the dead man in the coffin pretended to be the corpse and ran out to hurt others.
Although the dead person buried in the coffin received nourishment of yin energy after drinking the cat's blood and made a lot of noise by pretending to be a corpse, it was still trapped by the stairs and could not jump up the stairs.
Although Jin An vaguely saw the jumping corpse in the dark and couldn't get up, he didn't dare to let down his guard and hurriedly ran up to the second floor. After roughly identifying a direction in the darkness, he slammed open the hanging A locked wooden door.
Without enough time to look at what was in the room on the second floor, he ran directly towards the window sill of the room. With a roll to release his strength, he successfully escaped to the street outside.
"Hoo, ho, ho..."
Jin An was breathing desperately in his chest. It had been a long time since he had run for his life with an ordinary person's physique. Although the experience just now was very short, Jin An's body muscles and nerves were tense to the extreme. If he reacted a little slower or ran away, There was a slight hesitation, and he was about to see the coffin ascend to heaven.
If you want to kill someone in this world, you don't necessarily have to stab the heart with a knife or open the head with a brick. Brain death without any wounds on the body is also a way to die.
Even if no one told him what the consequences would be if he died in this horrific nightmare, Jin An could guess that there would be no good results.
Jin An took a few deep breaths on the spot. After recovering a little strength, he did not dare to stay in this empty and quiet street without anyone, and wanted to find a place to hide temporarily.
There is no sun or moon in this place, only blood-colored thick clouds, and even the bluestone pavement on the street is reflected with a strange blood light.
Before Jin An took a few steps, he saw a red cloth bag at a crossroads. It looked like someone had accidentally dropped it.
But Jin An is no longer Chu Ge.
When he saw the red cloth bag dropped at the crossroads, instead of picking it up, he seemed to have seen something taboo and decisively returned the way he came.
In many rural areas, the elderly will tell young people some taboos about walking at night:
For example, don’t walk through graveyards at night;
Don’t wear bright red clothes or red shoes when going out at night;
If you hear someone calling your name from behind at night, don’t turn around and answer;
Don't get startled or sweat during strenuous exercise at night. People at this time are prone to weak yang energy;
Do not walk with your heels off the ground at night, such as laughing, playing, and running around;
Also, don’t pick up things casually on the roadside at night and bring them into your home, especially things wrapped in red cloth. Things wrapped in red cloth are most likely to be discarded by people to raise the little ghost. You want to give the little ghost a new one. Find a bad place to stay...
The experience accumulated by several generations or more than a dozen generations means that no one who has never encountered it will believe in evil, and anyone who accidentally encounters it will die.
It was a strange bloody night, a deserted intersection, and it was wrapped in red cloth. Jin An would not bet on whether there was a kid under the red cloth.
He had just escaped from a corpse and didn't want to be haunted by the kid again.
Jin An carefully passed by the Fu Shou store. Since he escaped from the Fu Shou store, the store has returned to quietness. Only the dark windows on the second floor that were pushed open can make people feel palpitating.
He walked past Fushou Store and walked towards the next intersection, but before he reached the intersection, he saw a rickety old man wearing a shroud with a gray face on the side of the road, squatting on the side of the road and pouring money into the copper basin. Paper money was burning inside, and there were several bowls of uncooked rice placed beside the copper basin. The uncooked rice was covered with a few slices of fat meat and an incense stick was stuck in it.
The rickety old man burned paper money and shouted the names of several people sadly.
The rickety old man's dialect accent was very strong, and Jin An could not hear everything he said clearly. He could only understand a few words here and there, such as repeating "Eat, eat, eat, eat"...
Jin An was startled with a surprised expression.
The accent of this dialect is a bit like Zhuang dialect or vernacular, right?
If this is really the place where the ghost mother grew up, wouldn't it mean that... this ghost mother is also a cousin from Guangxi?
Just when Jin An was stunned, he saw that the fire in the brazier suddenly became stronger, and the paper money in the brazier began to burn faster. Even the bowls of raw rice and fatty meat slices were quickly moldy, covered with disgusting mold like pine flowers. Madara, the incense stick inserted into the dead man's rice is also burning faster.
Jin An had long seen that the old man was calling out the soul, but now he has become an ordinary person, and ordinary people who have not opened their eyes cannot see those dirty things.
At this time, the rickety old man suddenly turned his head and waved to Jin An and smiled, revealing a mouth of black and yellow teeth. Jin An's body tensed. This old man had definitely eaten human flesh!
Jin An saw that there was something wrong with the rickety old man, and he didn't want to pay attention to him, but he found that his body was out of control, as if someone had shouted at him, and he couldn't move.
The smile on the old man's face became more and more fake. He waved to Jin An and repeated his words over and over again. It took Jin An a while to understand the other person's dialect. The old man kept asking him questions repeatedly. Have you eaten yet?
Jin An found that his eyes could not help but turn to the uncooked rice on the ground, and a desire came to his heart. He wanted to compete with the dead for food.
He knew very well that this was the old man who was playing tricks on him. At this time, he felt like he was being pressed down on the bed by a ghost and his body was unable to move. He resisted and struggled desperately, trying to regain the feeling of his hands and feet.
The more Jin An struggled, the more fake the smile on the face of the rickety old man squatting on the roadside to scream, as if he had already eaten Jin An, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow teeth.
Jin An felt a little regretful at this time. He felt that picking up the red cloth bag before was not necessarily the worst result. At least the kid would not harm people as soon as he came up. Most of the kid tortured people first, such as gouging out their eyes, cutting their tongues, etc., and finally He will kill people only when he is tired of playing. It will not be like this situation, where the old man wants to eat human flesh as soon as he comes up.
What on earth has this ghost mother been through!
Are the dead people, little ghosts, and weird old man who eats people here really all her personal experiences? If this is the case, why should they have to go through these experiences again?
Just when Jin An was still resisting desperately and regaining control of his body, suddenly, distant footsteps could be heard on the quiet and deserted street, and the footsteps were coming this way.
I don't know what's so strange about this footsteps, but the old man's expression changed greatly when he heard it. He glanced at Jin An unwillingly, quickly took the brazier and the dead man's meal, ran into the room behind him, and slammed the door.
As the rickety old man disappeared, the pressure on Jin An was instantly relieved. At this time, he was forced into a desperate situation and had no choice but to return and run again.
The footsteps behind him were still approaching. They sounded far away before, but in the blink of an eye, they seemed to have arrived near the intersection. Just when Jin An gritted his teeth and was about to break into a house to escape, suddenly, a meat shop opposite the Fu Shou restaurant appeared. In the shop, a door suddenly opened. Jin An was pulled into the room by the proprietress, and then closed the door again.
The meat bun shop was dark with no lights, and the darkness was filled with the smell of blood. Before Jin An could resist, the proprietress of the meat bun shop immediately covered his mouth.
The landlady's hands were very cold.
Full of greasy and pungent meaty smell.
It's like someone who has been chopping meat to make meat bun fillings all year round, leaving a meaty smell on his hands that can't be washed away.
At this time, the empty street outside the door was extremely quiet, except for the footsteps getting closer and closer. Just when Jin An and the landlady held their breath nervously, the footsteps walked near the intersection and then quickly moved away. There was no sound. Enter this street.
