As soon as the word "master" came out of my mouth, I realized that maybe the matter was much more serious than I thought, and it might even be completely different from our initial guess. So I started observing the locations of these three tombs. This place is located halfway up the back mountain. It may be that the soil from the mountain was excavated and then backfilled, thus forming the vegetable field in front of us. The tomb is located within the vegetable field, which means that Granny Yang planted vegetables in front of the graves of her wife and son.
This is nothing unusual, it happens in many rural areas. Judging from the position in all directions, if Granny Yang's house is due south, the three tombs are all in the northeast, and the tombs are all facing the southwest, and the southwest is the only way up the mountain. From the perspective of Feng Shui layout alone, although this place is not a blessed place with excellent Feng Shui, it is not a place where evil can gather easily.
So I asked Master, otherwise, we should follow the old rules and do the water method round light technique first? The master shook his head and said that it was useless to do it now, even Bingmaxiang couldn't find any clues. We can only use the round light technique to see clearly after something really happens here, otherwise it will be easy to take detours.
I thought to myself, my master's round light technique and military horse incense are much more advanced than mine. If he said it was temporarily impossible, then it might really be impossible. So we, the master and the apprentice, could only check around the tomb again. The master even sat in front of the tomb. The position was probably where Granny Yang was so scared that she sat on the ground unable to move last night. We thought hard for a long time, but still to no avail. So we could only go back to Grandma Yang's house first to see if we could find any traces at home.
But when we returned to Grandma Yang's house, we found that she was no longer sitting in the main room. I called Granny Yang several times, but no one answered. Master went to the kitchen and bedroom to take a look and found that Granny Yang was not in the room. We both felt very puzzled. Did we go to the latrine? Moreover, we have been in the vegetable field just now, and right next to it is the road going up and down the mountain. If Granny Yang really left, there is no reason for the two of us to not be able to see her.
So Master said to me, just wait in the room while I go see if she went towards the back mountain. I nodded in agreement, because there was a barren slope behind Granny Yang’s house, with no one and no vegetable fields. If Granny Yang disappeared after such a while, and she didn’t leave from the road we just passed, then she could only Go to the direction of the back mountain.
After Master went out, I just waited in the room. My legs were sore from standing and I was bored from sitting, so I started walking around the house and carefully observed the places that Granny Yang mentioned just now that I thought were caused by the old cat. For example, I dragged a stool. The stools in rural areas are all made of solid wood. Not only are they strong, but they are also not light in weight. Since Grandma Yang said that the stool was knocked over by the cat, I tried to push the stool with my fingers. If it was to be knocked over, it would either require a lot of strength, or the stool itself had two feet in the air. Possibly overturned by the power of cats. Another example is when I looked up at the roof, there were several places where the sky was exposed due to lack of tiles. However, although there are beams in this house for cats to climb, there are no beams outside the house, and if the cat climbs from the house, it will never be able to get out of the roof. Looking outside the house, even though the cat has amazing jumping ability, it cannot jump directly from the ground to the roof. Except for some firewood placed outside the kitchen, if the cat wants to get to the roof, there is almost no way. So how can it get to the roof and lift the tiles?
I took out the worn calendar papers from my pocket that I had just picked up near the grave. Two or three of them were complete, but badly faded, and the rest were mostly torn, even with the dates printed on them. , can only vaguely see part of it. So I took these calendar papers and walked to the place where the calendar was hung on the wall, intending to judge from the degree of fading how long these papers had been exposed to the sun and wind outdoors. At this time, I discovered that the calendar hanging on the wall had signs of being turned over on several pages.
This is easy to distinguish, because normal people tear out one page every day. Even if they want to look back at a certain day, most of them only need to turn it over once or twice. The part of the entire calendar that has not been torn off should look relatively new. That's right, but the one in front of me is a little different. The corners of the first few pages are curled up, which means that someone often looks at the calendar without tearing it out. This person obviously cannot be Granny Yang herself. If there is no doubt that what Granny Yang encountered was a ghost, then could the person who turned over this calendar be that ghost?
So I still plan to try the water bowl round light technique to see first. After a set of water spells were finished, the talisman was burned and thrown into the bowl. The paper ashes scattered all uncharacteristically, and then slowly came together again, turning into a character that looked very much like the number "7".
7? Does it mean the seventh day of the Lunar New Year? Or number 7? I couldn't tell the difference for a while, so I put the water bowl on the table and prepared to ask Master to come and have a look when he comes back. He is well-informed and his experience can help at this moment. The only thing I can be sure of now is , the shape in the bowl is by no means random. This development that looks like a "7" must represent some kind of information.
At this moment, a creaking sound suddenly came from behind me. It was very similar to the sound of the wooden door of Grandma Yang's house when she pushed it open, but it was a little different. The creaking sound of the wooden door was continuous, but the sound heard in the ears at this moment was more like a wooden chair with unfixed legs. Someone was sitting on it and moving his butt back and forth, making a rhythmic creaking sound.
It has just been confirmed that I am the only one in this room. The only door in and out of the house is the wooden door in the main room. So where did this sound come from? Is it the wind? I quickly dismissed the idea, wondering where the wind was coming from in this room. As the creaking sound sounded again, I carefully identified it and found that it was coming from Granny Yang's bedroom.
Since I really saw ghosts several times in a row, although I was able to solve it in the end, I still became a little sensitive. Some slight noises can trigger my nervousness. I began to wonder if I had become timid. This is a fatal weakness for our industry. So I quickly wrote Ziwei taboo in my left hand, and took out the Thunderwood Six-square Seal passed to me by Master from the bag with my right hand. This seal was made of Thunderbolt jujube wood, and it looked like a cube. Since it had six sides, and Each side is engraved with a seal for the various occasions when I need to stamp my true identity on Fuzhou when making charms. At the same time, because it is a lightning strike wood, it can also be regarded as a weapon of mine. When encountering ghosts, slapping it with a seal is much more effective than waving it directly.
I slowly approached the door of Grandma Yang's bedroom, lifting my feet slightly with each step, and then landing on my heels, which could make the sound of my footsteps quieter. I stood at the door and poked my head around to look into the room. Except for a wooden bed and a cabinet placed against the wall, with a mirror placed on the cabinet and a bamboo basket thrown on the floor, there was nothing in the room. No. However, among the things in front of me, the only thing that could make the creaking sound just now was the bed where Granny Yang slept.
But this looks like a very simple wooden bed, and the quilts and mattresses on the bed are all messy. Perhaps Grandma Yang has lived alone for a long time, and because she is old, she does not make the bed every day. I could see most of the area on the bed at a glance. The only thing that was obscured was the mosquito net raised on the bed. One side of the mosquito net blocked about a quarter of the bed. This bed is not big to begin with, and the covered part is even smaller. It is basically impossible to block a person. As for the squeaking sound, when I saw the bed, I discovered that it was probably the joints of one or more of the four legs of the bed that had become loose, so the sound was caused by the rocking back and forth.
I mustered up the courage and slowly moved toward the house. My feet moved in a fan-shaped motion, moving my body to a position where I could see the area behind the mosquito net. There was indeed nothing on the bed, so I walked to the bed and reached out to shake the bed. As I shook, the bed made a creaking sound, just like the sound I heard just now, except that I stood taller. It's closer, so it becomes clearer.
I raised my left hand slightly, ready to hit him, and planned to turn over the quilt on the bed. I was afraid that when I lifted up the quilt, something strange would suddenly come out of the quilt. For a young man like me, digging through other people's beds at an old woman's house, I don't sound like a good person.
Gritting my teeth, I lifted up the quilt, and then struck the lifted area a few times with my palms in the air, but there was nothing. I felt a little relieved mentally, and when I was about to check other places, such as cabinets and bamboo baskets, suddenly a close voice sounded from my ears.
"Meow~~!"
