Wu Tinghan's words, the sound of the noodle shop owner's door closing and her limping footsteps, in this quiet night, were undoubtedly a thunderous explosion, threatening to blow me into pieces before I gave up. posture.
The proprietress of the noodle restaurant walked very slowly, and when she reached the steps, she couldn't get up. Mr. Wang then handed her the chair behind his back and asked her to sit in the yard.
And I, with the buffer of the long time she came here, slowly regained some consciousness.
When I woke up, my first reaction was a bitter smile. I didn't know whether it was laughing at me or Wu Tinghan.
There are hundreds of people in our village, all living a good life in the village. How come they all turned into dead people when it came to your mouth, Wu Tinghan?
Besides, I haven’t touched their heartbeats, so I can’t be sure whether they are alive or dead, but am I still unclear about whether I am dead or alive?
While I was talking, I reached out and felt my pulse. It beat strongly and the rhythm was slightly fast but very steady, which was consistent with the signs of a pulse after excitement.
All these things, which point does not prove that I am still alive? If you, Wu Tinghan, want to scare people, you have to find a reasonable excuse, right?
Wu Tinghan ignored me and told the lady owner of the noodle restaurant to take us out. I think, with you leading the way, we shouldn't have to walk to town anymore, right?
The landlady smiled and was still as friendly and kind as before. She seemed not to care at all about Mr. Wang breaking her leg. She just pointed at the courtyard door behind her and told Wu Tinghan, just open the door and walk out.
I was a little surprised when I heard what she said. After all, I thought she was going to kill the three of us in the yard when she closed the door.
I don’t know if the landlady saw my surprise, so she smiled at me and said, son of a bitch, don’t be afraid, just go with them, I’ll be there, everything will be fine.
Although Wu Tinghan had analyzed it for me before and found that the boss lady had absolutely no ill intentions towards me, I still couldn't accept her identity for a while.
It's like the owner of the small supermarket downstairs you often visit suddenly discovers one day that he is the richest man in your county. This huge contrast is something that no one can accept in a short period of time.
Wu Tinghan and Mr. Wang didn't hesitate at all. They got up after the boss lady finished speaking. After I got up too, they walked towards the courtyard door together.
Wu Tinghan reached out and opened the courtyard door. I looked outside and found that it was no different from usual. It was still the path connecting the main road in the village.
Wu Tinghan originally planned to leave first, but was stopped by Mr. Wang. He said, you are young, and for such uncertain things, let us old guys go first.
After finishing speaking, he stepped over the threshold without hesitation. What stunned me was that when he dared to step out of the threshold, his whole person seemed to disappear out of thin air, with no trace at all!
When Wu Tinghan saw this, he was very calm and followed him. When I saw this, I hurriedly followed, and then I felt my eyes flicker. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a simple wooden house.
There was only one chair and a table in the room. The table was filled with various paints and brushes, as well as pieces of cut yellow paper. Wu Tinghan and Mr. Wang were looking in the direction behind me with shock on their faces.
I turned around quickly, and then... I showed an expression of horror that was even more exaggerated than theirs.
I saw that on the wall behind me, the entire wall was covered with a painting, and the content of the painting ranged from the stones in the river in front of Chen Guzi’s house to the grass and trees on the mountain behind our village, everything was detailed. , different heights, all clearly displayed in this painting!
Not only that, in my yard at this time, I could clearly see a kind-looking woman, facing the main room, sitting on a chair in the yard, looking leisurely and contented.
And halfway up the back mountain, you can clearly see the nine grave pits, as well as the reflections of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffins in the eight grave pits at the back, and the spiritual tablets with my name written on them in their hands!
This reflection was indeed painted!
In addition, I also saw some two-finger-wide yellow paper strips pasted irregularly in this huge painting. They were exactly the kind placed on the table. The texture looked very similar to Mr. Wang and Wu Tinghan. They used yellow talismans, but not as wide.
What caught my attention was a dazzling red streak in Chen Guzi’s yard, which was about the same size and length as a sticker. In addition, there are three such papers posted at the door of the courtyard.
This difference made me look back at Wu Tinghan and asked her with my eyes if I could open a piece of paper and take a look.
Wu Tinghan nodded and gave me a response, and I knew that even if I messed up, she should have a way to end it.
With this confidence, I did not hesitate anymore and directly unveiled the shortest and smallest of the three stickers. Then, I was almost exclaimed - under the light of the wooden house, I saw Under this sticker, it turned out to be Chen Hui, Chen Guzi’s daughter!
So I opened the two pieces of paper again, and as I expected, one was Aunt Chen carrying a cage on her back, and the other was the Mr. Dojo who never appeared again!
That neither long nor short red line, no need to think about it, must be Chen Guzi - in myths and legends, if the judge draws a line on someone's name with a red pen, won't that person die immediately? I think the same thing should be true here.
But what I didn't understand was why there was also a piece of yellow paper stuck in the yard of each of the eight immortals' houses carrying coffins. Isn’t there no death in their house yet? Why is this paper posted?
Wu Tinghan said, you will know when you uncover it.
So I uncovered the sticker in the yard of Chen Fusheng's house (where Mr. Wang bought the duck feathers), and was so shocked by the scene in front of me that my hands began to tremble unconsciously. Because I saw a Chen Fusheng standing in the yard!
I hurriedly asked Wu Tinghan, why is this happening?
Wu Tinghan didn't say anything, but took the yellow paper from my hand, and then naturally placed it on Chen Fusheng's body halfway up the mountain behind.
After finishing it, Wu Tinghan told me that eight people disappeared together at night. Wouldn't their family members notice anything unusual?
I have discussed this issue with Mr. Wang before, and Mr. Wang also made it clear that this matter will be exposed sooner or later. After all, the fire cannot be wrapped up in paper, and there are still eight fires. Their family may find out when.
Wu Tinghan pointed to the grave pit on the mountain that was covered with yellow paper and said, would this mean that the gods and ghosts would not be aware of it?
Seeing this technique, I couldn't think of anything to refute other than nodding.
Just when I was extremely surprised, Mr. Wang suddenly pointed at the bridge head and told Wu Tinghan to quickly paste them with yellow paper.
I followed Mr. Wang's finger and looked over, and then I realized that the three people who were still at the door of Chen Guzi's courtyard had now reached the bridge!
The people in this painting can really move!
I don't know how to describe my current mood. I just feel fear rising in my heart! It's like a painting hanging in your home. The person in the painting suddenly smiles at you in the middle of the night and even laughs out loud. It's weird and scary!
But even so, compared with my experience of more than 20 years, it is just a small thing. After all, I have been living in this painting. The people around me are all paintings and are not real living people at all. !
Can you understand this feeling? It seems that she is the one who shares the bed with you. You happily think that she is your little wife, but you never thought that the one you sleep with day and night is probably a rotting corpse!
Not only do you have no idea at all, you are even wondering why there is a putrid smell on your body that cannot be washed away no matter how hard you wash it!
Until one day, you suddenly see in the mirror that the person who is sharing the bed with you has a rotten cheek and only one eyeball is left. Just when you are terrified, you suddenly raise your head and find yourself in the mirror. In fact, the feeling I had when it was already rotten may not be much different from what I feel now.
Wu Tinghan once said that except for my grandfather, there are no living people in our village, including me!
I didn't want to believe it before, but when I saw the Chen family's aunts walking onto the bridge, I had to believe it.
I collapsed on the ground, and it was Mr. Wang who helped me up. As for how we got back to my yard from that wooden house, and how I sat on the chair, I have no idea.
All I know is that there was silence in the yard for a long time, and then Mr. Wang broke the silence by asking me if something would happen.
The person who answered Mr. Wang was Wu Tinghan. She said that as long as the painting is still there, nothing will happen to him.
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the proprietress say, when did you know that he was the real person in the painting? I remember that the lady is very experienced in handling this, so she shouldn't be seen through easily.
Wu Tinghan said that he was soaked in river water all the way in Laosicheng, and the paint on his body was only slightly soaked.
It turns out that the purpose of letting me soak all the way in the river was not only to trick the shady people who followed me into the water, but also to check whether I was the person in the painting!
The landlady said, "I understand, you are also a painter, so you can tell it at a glance, right?"
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, I was not the one who noticed it at first sight.
The landlady frowned and asked her, if it’s not you, who is Haneng?
Wu Tinghan said, if I tell you, someone would have noticed it before he entered the water. Do you believe it?
I saw that the landlady did not speak, nor nodded, nor shook her head, but was frowning in thought.
Wu Tinghan did not continue to wait for her to think, and explained with some pride, you have been in this town for too long, and you don't know that there is a young man named Zhang Polu in the circle of craftsmen outside. Both in terms of means and talent, he is no weaker than your uncle.
Her uncle?
The landlady nodded this time and said, is your surname also Zhang Mai? A few years ago, I heard my uncle mention a boy from Chongqing who was called Zhang Ha Zi Di. He said that in the future, the Di Jiang family might have to rely on him to support him. I don’t know if they are the same person.
I saw the corners of Wu Tinghan's mouth curl up, and he nodded and said, it's him.
The landlady nodded again and said, if it’s him who said it, then I believe it. My uncle has said before that this game can be concealed from everyone, but it certainly cannot be concealed from the person named Zhang Ha Zidi. Hey, no matter how good my lady is, she can't deceive that bastard.
After saying that, she, who had always been kind, suddenly snorted coldly and said, is he really that powerful? Didn't he get into the water? He could tell? Did he notice it right away?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said that he had gone blind five years ago. He didn't see it, he guessed it based on his feeling.
The boss lady's reaction was the same as mine, she was also surprised, and then she said, wasn't he a bitch before?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, no.
Then the landlady became even more surprised. She said that she became blind five years ago. Can she still guess it at a glance? ! ----Tell me quickly, did he just guess it?
Wu Tinghan said, let me answer you with his original words. At that time, Chen Siqing fainted from the water. Zhang Hazi pointed at him and asked Luo Xiaoyang, 'I...', this was his mantra. , I couldn't learn it, so I just said the following sentence: 'Ha-tue-de, which number is this? '
Wu Tinghan continued, Luo Xiaoyang's answer at that time was: 'Five years, seventh! '
