I was deeply shocked by Mr. Wang's words. If it was true as he said, even if my grandfather and I were far away from here, after my grandfather a hundred years later, I would only be able to live for less than ten months at most.
No, I don’t have the aura of an emperor. I probably won’t survive even half the time!
So if my grandfather runs away, even if my grandfather can live to be a hundred years old, after all, I can only live another fourteen and a half years at most!
I am 23 years old this year, that is, I am about 37 years old, at the peak of my life, and I am going to see Marx.
Just when I was shocked, I suddenly thought of something, so I hurriedly told Mr. Wang, no, it is recorded in the history books that Zhu Gaochi died suddenly because he wanted to move to heaven. Then as long as I don't come back, won't it be fine?
Mr. Wang gave me a disdainful look and said, "So do you think this short-lived emperor didn't know that there was a Baili Corpse Monument to the south?"
I was stunned for a moment, and somewhat understood what Mr. Wang meant.
Mr. Wang continued to say that when the whole family ran north, they must have known that the nephew had made a scene where the portrait shed tears, so logically speaking, they were not allowed to go back even if they were beaten to death. But why did this short-lived emperor want to go back?
Mr. Wang said, although I don’t know the specific reason, I guess it was not only the people around him who urged him to go back, but there must also be a voice in his own head that kept telling him, telling him to go back. Only by going back can he survive. You tell yourself, by that time, will you go back?
I can't help but get goosebumps all over my body when I think that there is another person's voice in my head, always confusing me.
But Mr. Wang is right. Zhu Gaochi only reigned for less than ten months and laid the foundation for his son's "Reign of Renxuan". Such an emperor would have absolutely no problem with either his IQ or his EQ.
Although in history it was Hu Xishangshu who suggested moving south, as an emperor, didn't he know what was going on in his family? But even so, he still had the idea of responding to the sky. If there is not another voice in his head, I will not believe it to death.
Therefore, if my grandfather chooses to leave the village, a hundred years after his death, there will definitely be a voice in my head, always tempting me to go back to my hometown. There is no need for me to take any action. As long as I have this thought, I will burp immediately.
I have to say, this Baili Corpse Monument is really nothing!
However, the question arises again. Could it be that if my grandfather is dead, this hundred-mile corpse monument can be stopped?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, I don't know if I can stop this Baili Corpse Monument, but it can definitely save your life.
I asked, why are you so sure?
Mr. Wang said that because everyone in the house was targeted, after running to the north, only the short-lived emperor died. Now that one person is dead in your house, you naturally don’t have to die. Moreover, your grandfather Ha Neng used this portrait to shed tears, allowing you to successfully conceal the truth and kill two birds with one stone.
Therefore, my grandfather is obviously in good health, but he would rather die inexplicably. The purpose is to protect his only grandson.
I was stunned on the spot again, sadness spread quickly, a breeze blew by, tears slipped quietly and flowed into the corner of my mouth, very bitter, very bitter.
After a long time, I stopped crying and asked Mr. Wang, why did Chen Guzi target our family?
Mr. Wang said that he probably saw that your grandfather had been 'remodeled', so he wanted to take advantage of his luck.
I frowned and said, are you willing to risk your own life just for this thing? Besides, his wife and children are also in the village, so isn't he afraid of killing them as well? By then he will be the last to succeed, so what's the point of getting this luck?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, "Don't ask me. I only heard my master mention it accidentally, because it happened once in hundreds of years, so people in the circle have always mentioned it. Thought it was a legend. As for the benefits to users after using it, I have no idea.
Let me tell you, the advantage of having a fart is that your body is gone, your soul is gone, and you may even kill your wife and children together... Haha, I really can't think of any benefits.
Mr. Wang ignored my complaints and sniffed the dry cigarette in his hand, but never lit it.
I was a little curious and asked Mr. Wang, you didn’t bring Huomai?
Mr. Wang said, take it with you.
I asked again, why don't you smoke? This is not indoors and smoking is not allowed.
Mr. Wang said that I didn’t dare to smoke just because I wasn’t in the house.
I don't understand this, why don't you dare to smoke? Are you worried that cigarette butts will cause wildfires?
Mr. Wang was amused by my words and said, "You little kid, you don't understand shit." Let me ask you, when you smoke, do the sparks on the tobacco look like?
I thought about it and said that the sparks flickered on and off, looking like a signal light.
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, "Isn't that necessary?" There is no light at all on this barren mountain. If I smoke, the smoke will flicker on and off like a traffic light, attracting all the dirt from all directions on the barren mountain. What can I do?
When I heard this, I felt a chill on the back of my neck. It felt as if someone was blowing wind on my neck. I was so frightened that I hurriedly leaned towards Mr. Wang and said, Mr. Wang, this is so dark, you Don't bully me.
Mr. Wang glanced at me and opened his mouth. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just asked me to hold the awl in my hand tightly.
This was the third time Mr. Wang asked me to hold the awl tightly. I was a little curious and asked him, why should I hold the awl tightly?
Mr. Wang said that the awl itself is not good, the main thing is that its handle is covered with a layer of copper.
I guessed right, the handle is indeed copper. But, what is the use of this layer of copper?
Mr. Wang said, haven't you heard that ghosts are afraid of copper and melt?
I shook my head, but I knew what it meant, that is, ghosts are very afraid of copper, to what extent they are afraid, to the extent that they will melt when they touch copper.
So, is there really something dirty on this mountain?
Mr. Wang sneered and said, if you don't get it, will I ask you to get the awl? Will I dare not smoke?
When I think about the fact that before going up the mountain, Mr. Wang asked me to hold the awl in my hand just after turning the corner at the end of the village, doesn't that mean that at that time, Mr. Wang had already discovered that there was something dirty on the mountain?
Just thinking about that thing standing next to me, most likely behind me, makes my scalp tingle.
I said, since Chen Guzi’s body can’t be found, how about we go back down the mountain?
But Mr. Wang shook his head and said to me, little baby, I don’t know if you noticed it or not. With your grandfather’s rigorous character, since he didn’t stay in Chen Guzi’s house for a long time, he must have stepped on the spot and put your portrait away. Go to Chen Guzi’s mourning hall, right?
I nodded in agreement. After all, my grandfather only came in and out of Chen Guzi's house. In order to ensure that I could get the light of Chen Guzi's soul, my grandfather must have stepped in carefully. Moreover, as soon as my portrait was put up, Chen Guzi would be stunned.
Mr. Wang also nodded and continued, logically speaking, your grandfather had already concealed it for you at that time, and the portrait of Chen Guzi should have shed tears at that time, right?
I nodded again, indicating that it was indeed the case.
Mr. Wang put down his cigarette, turned around and asked me, if that's the case, why did your grandfather leave your portrait in the mourning hall instead of taking Chen Guzi's portrait away?
I was stunned at first, and then an idea exploded in my mind. I looked at Mr. Wang and saw him looking at me, and then we both said in unison, my (your) grandfather has the ability to break the Baili Corpse Monument (drip) Method!
As soon as he finished speaking, he and I stood up at the same time, turned around and ran towards my grandfather's graveyard halfway up the mountain.
However, when we were halfway up the mountain, Mr. Wang suddenly stopped and grabbed me, then pointed to the left.
At this time, the dark clouds above my head dispersed a little. I followed his hand and looked forward. Under the weak moonlight, I saw three reflections, two large-scale reflections, rectangular, like two enlarged ditches. It's just that this ditch has no beginning and no end, and it looks very awkward.
As for that small reflection, it was only the size of a dressing mirror common in rural homes. I couldn't tell what it really was. I just knew it was facing the first rectangular ditch. In front of the second ditch, there was a black shadow half a man tall, but it was unclear what it was.
To be honest, if I said I wasn’t scared when I saw this abnormal thing halfway up the mountain, that would be an absolute lie. I originally wanted Mr. Wang to leave this alone and get my grandfather's grave as soon as possible.
But before I could say anything, as I walked a little further inside, I suddenly realized that this was the place where Chen Guzi drowned.
Aren't those two ditch-like reflections the first two water-filled graves that Chen Guzi commanded the Eight Immortals who carried the coffin to dig for my grandfather? ! As for the thing the size of a dressing mirror, I couldn't see clearly what it was because it was facing the reflection.
But now I don't want to figure out what it is anymore, I just want to get out of here. I felt that my legs were weak and I could hardly stand still. I wanted to turn around and leave, but as soon as I took a step to the side, I was so frightened by the scene in front of me that I didn't dare to move anymore.
Because I moved this step, I happened to miss the reflection of the 'dressing mirror', and then with the faint pale moonlight, I saw what kind of dressing mirror was there. It was clearly a mirror with tearful eyes and a smile on the corner of the mouth. Weird smiling photo frame!
When I looked over, the black-and-white portrait, which was originally looking straight ahead, suddenly turned to stare at me strangely, grinning and letting out a playful laugh...
