After hesitating for a while, shopkeeper Sun of the coffin shop slowly squatted down, grabbed some wall soil, smelled it, and then put it in his mouth to taste.
"Could it be...could it be that the whole house is really made of 'human flesh and blood mud'?!"
Shopkeeper Sun stared at the light red wall soil in his hand with a shocked face.
Then he tremblingly took out a handful of "corpse mud" and smeared it on his eyelids.
He closed his eyes for a while and opened them again, his eyes already filled with green light.
Looking closely at the entire paper shop again, I found that a dead man was nailed to the four walls in the shape of "big".
A dead man with his hands, feet and head fixed on a wooden frame!
Of course, the dead at this time had long since rotted into skeletons, and what Shopkeeper Sun saw were their innocent souls.
The wronged soul realized that someone could finally see him, and he quickly cried for help.
His eyes were full of blood and tears.
Shopkeeper Sun seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him. He hurriedly washed the "corpse mud" on his eyelids with rainwater, and then staggered towards his shop.
Not long after Shopkeeper Sun left, a figure appeared again in front of the Zha Zhi Shop.
It was Granny Liu who asked about rice.
A flower umbrella floated above her head in a strange way, protecting her from the wind and rain.
Granny Liu did not come to the place where the wall collapsed like Shopkeeper Sun, but went straight to the door.
After hesitating again and again, he stepped through the door.
But the moment his feet were about to hit the ground, they were immediately pushed back by an invisible force.
At the door of the store, where Grandma Mi wanted to stay, a pale white line suddenly appeared.
A "thread" as thick as a baby's arm piled up with the ashes of dead people - the line of life and death!
After staggering a few steps and finally regaining her balance, Granny Wenmi was not shocked. She seemed to have guessed that this would be the case.
I just walked to the door of the store again and looked at the two rows of paper figures and the two dolls at the end of the paper figures.
"Hey, it's been more than a hundred years and you still don't want to rest in peace?"
"How many more lives do we need to take?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the paper figures in the shop suddenly moved: they all turned their heads and stared at Granny Mi.
At the same time, the weird Peking Opera singing sounded again.
"While I was sleeping, I heard the howling of ghosts, which was terrifying. When I looked up, I saw all the ghosts. The bells rang with the ferocious faces, and this ghostly calling flag pinched my soul..."
As the lyrics sounded, the strong wind that had stopped roared instantly.
This time it was even more chilling.
At the same time, a gloomy voice came with the wind.
"Come in and die!"
"Stand back and live!"
Asking how Granny Mi dared to hesitate when she saw this, she hurriedly turned around and walked towards her shop.
At the same time, she raised her left arm, as if there was an invisible person supporting her...
On the other side, in the mountain col where the Jiangtou Division is located.
At this time, he was extremely miserable: there was a big hole in his head, which penetrated all the way to his chin.
Black gas was constantly coming out from above, and brain matter mixed with blood was dripping from below.
Looking at the position of the hole, it is exactly the same as the position where shopkeeper Sun of the coffin shop nailed the "head" just now.
"No, I don't want to die yet!"
The strong desire to survive made the head-down master struggle desperately.
While plugging the hole in his head with dried human skin, he kept stuffing various poisonous insects into his mouth.
Although I don't know if this can save his life, it can at least ensure that he will not die in a short time.
"Paper shop! Coffin shop! As long as I don't die, uncle, it will be you who die!"
Just after he finished roaring, the head-lowering master suddenly turned red and his eyes bulged.
Then he didn't even care about the hole in his head. He stretched out his hands and pulled hard on his neck.
It was like a pair of invisible hands squeezing the head-dropping master's neck, making him unable to breathe.
"no, do not want!"
"Please, please forgive me...please spare me..."
Because his neck was tightly pinched by invisible "ghost hands", the head-dropping master could only make intermittent sounds with difficulty.
However, what answered him was still the ethereal and strange singing voice, the singing voice of Peking Opera.
"The mourning stick was raised high and he beat me, leaving bruises and blood all over my body."
"The seducing ghost's soul-leading card wants my life, just like the underworld is filled with evil spirits..."
After singing, the head-lowering master also stopped struggling.
Lying motionless in the rain, his face was full of terror.
Holding his own neck with both hands...
The "noisy" night was finally over, and the town finally ushered in dawn.
Zhao Youliang, who was all wet, finally returned to the door of the paper shop before the first ray of light fell.
He was followed by Big Yellow Dog and his descendants.
"Oh, let me go, who repaired the wall that was demolished last night?!"
Looking at the intact shop, Zhao Youliang's face was filled with astonishment.
Not only had the walls been repaired, but the entire house showed no trace of being washed by wind and rain.
The bed, furniture, and broken windows were all returned to their original positions.
As if...as if everything that happened last night was just a nightmare.
Now that I have woken up from the dream, everything is back to normal.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Youliang, who couldn't figure it out, simply gave up thinking.
What the heck, I’ve experienced such evil things as being haunted, isn’t it natural for something else to happen again!
After placing the paper figures according to the rules and opening the shop for business, Zhao Youliang couldn't worry about the "little dumpling", the little mouse that saved him.
Because he and the big yellow dog led the "dog army" to search all night, but could not find where the little guy was.
Not only the little mice, but also the flesh corpses have lost traces.
"No, we can't just let it go! We can't be ungrateful!"
"If you want to live, you will see a rat, if you die, you will see a dead rat!"
Although he was persistent, Zhao Youliang really didn't know where to start.
I want to find the "old god" who called himself Master Hui Liu last night, but I don't know where his home is!
Just when Zhao Youliang was in distress, the residents of the town who had lost their dogs gathered around him.
"Hey, little darling, are you here?! Where did you go last night? I made my mother worried all night!"
"Xiao Hei and I go home! I dare to run around and break your dog's legs next time!"
Fortunately for the friendly residents, the big yellow dog just looked at him and ignored him.
But when he heard someone calling his descendants and descendants, he immediately opened his eyes like a dog and kept hissing in a low voice.
The big yellow dog shows off its power, but it frightens the people who scold the dog.
He quickly apologized, nodded and bowed, and ran away in embarrassment with his dog.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but gloat heartlessly.
Haha, it seems that I am not the only one who has been beaten by dogs, but most of the people living nearby have been like this!
Town residents have been suffering from "dog" for a long time...
After giggling for a while, Zhao Youliang thought of the little mouse again.
Now the crowd has dispersed, and only the old dog Dahuang is left beside him.
"Brother Dog, Brother Dog, you have an idea, how can we find the 'little dumpling'?!"
