Yesterday, I stood outside and shouted for a long time, but there was no response, so I slapped the door hard with my palm, causing the door panel to bang.
This handprint should be from that time!
Although I had already guessed it, I still thanked him with a wry smile on my face. Were there any palm prints on this tombstone before?
After Xie Bugui heard this, he hurriedly leaned down and stretched his head to look at the tombstone. The expression on his face was surprisingly ugly.
After Zhang Hazi heard what I said to Xie Bugui, he also reached out to touch the tombstone and compared it repeatedly with the palm print, as if he wanted to see if his palm could match the palm print.
I saw that he was so eager to take this palm print as his own, and I was both amused and moved at the same time.
I reached out and took his hand away, then put my palm on it, and it fit perfectly!
After Xie Bugui saw it, his brows knitted together; although Zhang Hazi couldn't see it, he should have guessed what would happen, so his face was very ugly.
I retracted my hand, then stood up and looked at the two of them, and said with a wry smile, it seemed that I had indeed been here yesterday, and I used the tombstone as a courtyard door, so I reached out and patted it hard.
Although I don’t know when I had the strength to put my fingerprints on the tombstones, I know that having my fingerprints on the tombstones is definitely not a good thing.
Zhang Hazi even cursed loudly, saying, "I'm going to talk to you about this kind of thing." Of course it can't be a good thing! Everything in your head is full of shit! ?
I said, I know it's not a good thing, but I don't know how bad this 'bad' is.
Zhang Hazi said, "Your life is now in someone else's hands. How bad is it for you?"
I didn't understand, so I asked Zhang Hazi, it was just a fingerprint, why did he give up his life?
Zhang Hazi snorted coldly and didn't answer me. He seemed to be angry that I didn't tell him yesterday, so I ran out to look for duck eggs without permission.
I glanced at Xie Bugui, and he understood immediately, and then whispered eight words to me: Hang the seal and hang the monument, and the corpse will turn into ashes.
When I heard these eight words, I didn’t even need to thank Fugui for explaining them to me. I already knew what they meant. The general idea is that if my palm print hangs on the tombstone, that is, it is imprinted on the tombstone, then I may die at any time, and my bones will turn into ashes.
No wonder Zhang Hazi is so angry. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to calm down.
But what I'm a little confused about is that this senior and I have never met before yesterday, and I was scolded by him yesterday. Logically speaking, I should have calmed down, so why does he continue? What about me?
Could it be that I disturbed its peaceful dream yesterday and made it angry, so it made a depression of my handprint where my palm touched it, in order to complete it in the form of a 'hanging seal and hanging monument' craftsmanship?
Xie Bugui shook his head, indicating that he had no idea at all.
Like him, I was completely blind and had no idea why this happened.
Only Zhang Hazi shook his head and said that it had nothing to do with the people in this tomb.
My brain was short-circuited for a moment, and I couldn't understand why Zhang Hazi was so sure. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly thought that the owner of this tomb had died hundreds of years ago, and the body must have rotted long ago. Without a body to support it, it would be impossible for it to perform craftsmanship.
So, there is someone else who wants to kill me?
Zhang Hazi did not reply to me, but asked if he had returned, and said, after someone died in your village, who made the steles (which means carvings)?
When Xie Bugui heard this, his expression was startled, and then his face changed drastically, and he squeezed out three words from his mouth, saying, Xie Chuanji!
Hearing this name, Zhang Hazi and I both looked extremely shocked. We wandered around for a long time, but ended up going back to Xie Chuanji's house? !
Zhang Hazi immediately issued an order, saying, you go to his house to check on Ha's situation, and I will stay here to guard this handprint.
Xie Bugui didn't hesitate, turned around and ran towards the village.
Looking at Xie Bugui's disappearing figure, I asked Zhang Hazi, are you sure we don't want to go with him? What if Xie Chuanji attacks him?
Zhang Hazi snorted coldly and said, it would be more reliable if you think about it first and remove this fingerprint from the monument. Otherwise, if he refuses to return, he may not die, but you will die first.
After hearing this, I looked at the handprint on the tombstone for a while, but I didn't see anything different. Moreover, I didn’t think about it, how could it be possible for a palm print on a tombstone to kill me?
You can't just jump out of this tombstone and grab me by the neck and strangle me to death, right?
If this is the case, when the palm print jumps off the tombstone and Zhang Hazi stabs it directly with the bamboo knife, wouldn't everything be fine?
After Zhang Hazi heard my idea, he was so angry that he raised his sword on the spot and cursed, "If it's easy, why would I go all the way here?"
I said, yes, I was wondering too. It would be great if we followed Xie Bugui back to the village, so that the three of us could take care of each other.
Zhang Hazi raised his hand and was about to swat him, but I jumped away to avoid him.
Zhang Hazi did not get up and chase me, but squatted in front of the tombstone, reached out to touch the handprint, and asked me solemnly, Ha Tudu, do you feel a little uncomfortable in your throat now?
After hearing this, I felt it carefully, then shook my head and said, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. I just feel a little itchy in my throat and want to cough, but I can't. I don't know if I am allergic to something here. Caused allergic pharyngitis.
Of course, after being so tired last night, it was possible that I caught a cold due to the night wind. Anyway, no matter what the reason was, I didn't care too much about it.
And Zhang Hazi just sneered and didn't answer me immediately. Instead, he moved his position and asked me to follow his example, squatting on the ground, then pointing to the handprint on the tombstone and asking me, Ha Zede. , do you feel that this palm is a little different and old?
I stared at the handprint for a long time, but I couldn't figure out why. I don’t know what Zhang Hazi wants me to see. Could it be that just by looking at it, I can see this handprint disappear?
Only then did Zhang Hazi reach out and point to the position of the middle finger in the fingerprint, and said, "Look at the position of this middle finger. Is it a little lower than the previous position?"
When Zhang Hazi said this, it seemed like it was really the case!
This palm print is a circle smaller than the previous length!
But because the magnitude of this change is so subtle, if it weren't for Zhang Hazi's sensitive touch, it would have been impossible to discover this problem in such a short period of time!
I asked Zhang Hazi, why is this happening?
He glanced sideways at me, and then said, "You have experienced aging yourself. Don't you know what that thing wants to do?"
I recalled what Zhang Hazi said before. Apart from asking if I felt any discomfort in my throat, there were no other questions related to the fingerprints.
So, my throat is itchy, is it related to the shorter palm prints?
Zhang Hazi said angrily, did Mozi shout "relevant"? It's all caused by this palm print! When this palm print is completely clenched into a fist, your throat will be completely crushed. At that time, even the gods in the village will not be able to save you, Ha Zedue!
