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Chapter 495: Virgin's Blood (Part 2)

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    "Then why do we still need foxes?" I glanced at Xiao Mi.

    Wu Dan said: "Then can I throw it away? There are a lot of ghosts here tonight, and it would be nice to have a few more beasts."

    This time I am going to live in a haunted house at night, Wu Dan also prepared a lot of things, such as paper money and ingots are essential.  According to him, this is a way of buying money for lonely souls and wild ghosts.  At night, we walked to the haunted house on Haitian Road with a few bags.

    When I got to Haitian Road, I found that there were not many street lights on the entire small road, only the buildings at the intersection had lights, and they seemed to be inhabited. Walking deeper, every window was pitch black.

    Someone was already burning paper at the intersection.  Sprinkle wine and water in a circle, and some people burn incense at the door of their house, sticking a lot of incense on the ground, which symbolizes a good harvest, called "butian", when passing the intersection, cigarettes are lingering.  On this day, there is also a water lamp activity near the Haihe River. The so-called water lamp is to tie a lamp on a small wooden board. Most of them are made of colored paper into a lotus shape, called "water and drought lamps".  According to tradition, water lamps are used to guide those unjust dead ghosts.  When the light goes out, the krathong will be completed to lure the wronged souls.

    The task of worshiping the ancestors at Naihe Bridge.  In recent years, the government has not allowed the activities of releasing river lanterns because of the appearance of the city, especially in the past few years.

    Walking through this street, I found that the only two shops were also closed. It seems that this is the way to give up the street to ghosts at night.  In the middle of the street, someone set up an incense table. On the incense table, fresh melons and fruits and something called "ghost buns" were offered, which were given to lonely souls and wild ghosts.  In the past, this kind of incense table was everywhere, and there was a saying called "one hundred steps, one case".  One hundred steps and one incense table, there are so many ghosts.  Otherwise, it will cause looting, which is not good.  In the past, there were Taoist priests singing ghost sacrifice songs behind this kind of table that people could not understand. This kind of ceremony was called "Shi Ge'er".  It¡¯s gone now, but the table we saw today is quite weird. I don¡¯t know who put it on, but actually put a tape recorder on the table. It¡¯s old-fashioned. It plays a song repeatedly. It¡¯s probably a ghost song recorded somewhere.  .

    This place is more fierce, and it seems that the people who live here are also more particular.  It was only ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the haunted house, the road was empty and there was no ghost.  It is said that it is very lively around twelve o'clock, so sit and wait.

    ? Entering the haunted house, I found that there was nothing inside, there was air leaking everywhere, and the house was filled with cloudy air. At any rate, I was not afraid of the cold in summer, and it looked several degrees lower than outside.  But the advantage is that there is no need to hang mosquito nets, and there are no mosquitoes.

    As soon as we laid out our sleeping bags, we saw the big black dog start circling around the house, scratching left and right, very restless.  I looked around carefully and said that I didn't see any ghosts appearing.  But the big black dog kept scratching the corner of the wall and kept whining, as if it saw something extraordinary.

    The puppy in my arms was also whining, looking at the big black dog.  Xiao Mi said at this time: "I smell a strange smell in this room, musty, and bloody."

    I stared at the corner of the wall and found no blood.  But the field of vision of the ghost eye is limited in time.  That is to say, at the scene of the recent murder, the bloody smell has not dissipated, and red blood can be seen.  But when the bloodstains are slowly washed away by the years, the eyes become invisible, but these animals with a keen sense of smell are likely to smell a trace of blood.

    I saw the black dog was digging at one corner.  But although there were cracks in the corner of the wall, they were made of a mixture of lime and other things, and it was impossible to dig them open, so the black dog turned his head and looked at us.

    Zhao Yu said: "Uncle Wu, there seems to be something in the corner."

    A few of us squatted over and took a look, and saw that there seemed to be an extra piece at the corner of the wall, probably because the wall had cracked, and someone put new lime on it.  But now it's cracked again, and it does have a strange smell coming from it.  It's just that this smell is mixed with the musty smell in the air. If you don't smell it closely, you really don't think there is anything special.

    I raised my nose and sniffed it, and was immediately pushed back: "Fuck, why is it so stinky!!"

    Wu Dan laughed and said, "Because I farted just now. If you don't believe me, you can hear it." As he spoke, he fanned the wind from my side.  I immediately gagged.

    At this time, it was almost eleven o'clock.  I saw that it was getting darker outside, and there were gradually more ghosts on the street.  All the people at the intersection turned off their lights and went to sleep.  The whole street suddenly became Huangquan Road.

    I saw ghosts outside the window.  Wu Dan said: "Let's burn some paper and establish a good relationship with the ghosts who come and go, so that if a female ghost comes out to harm us, when we deal with her, other ghosts will come to help."

    I laughed and said, "Master, are you reliable?"

    Wu Dan said: "Ghosts are more trustworthy than people, and they use people's money to eliminate disasters for others. For example, Zhao Zhenhai's business is like this. Most ghosts respect this principle. Just like when we break up and buy road money, ??If he ghost accepts it, he won't come to meddle in other people's business.  "

    So Zhao Yu and I helped Wu Dan spread out the banknotes he brought.  There are also problems that need to be paid attention to when buying burnt paper. For example, don¡¯t buy those piles of printed materials. One sheet costs hundreds of millions. The money is not real, and it is not as valuable as old rubles and Vietnamese dong.

    With such a stack, you can't even buy a piece of ice cream below.  It's too hairy.  But there are many debt collectors in the underworld, who ask you for money with shamelessness, and grind you if you don't give it, so sometimes burning some of this can also deal with them.

    What is really worth some money is the yellow straw paper. After spreading it out, take a piece of real money of 100 yuan and press it on the paper. The 100 yuan is a stamp, from right to left, from top to bottom, row by row  Cover until the entire sheet is covered.  Such burnt paper is the hard currency below.  The money is real, and the face is only in the pocket.

    Wu Dan took out a dozen yellow straw papers, and stretched out his hand to me suddenly: "Give a hundred yuan to Grandpa Mao."

    I opened my wallet and found one, and said, "Master, you won't burn my real money, will you?"

    Wu Dan snatched it away and said, "Maybe."

    I rolled my eyes, watching him silently recite the spell, and then cover the real money on the yellow straw paper.  I don't know if it's an illusion or what, I suddenly felt that the stack of yellow straw paper seemed to have turned into thick RMB.  I couldn't help but straighten my eyes: "Master, can this money be spent outside?"

    Wu Dan spat: "This is really a deception, and it will disappear after a while. But it is a deception if it is placed in the yang, and it is real money if it is placed in the underworld."

    I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing.  The two of us and Wu Dan folded the burning paper and went to the door of the building to burn it.  I watched the stacks of thick paper money turn into ashes, but in another time and space, they turned into paper money flying around the ground.

    At this time, the lonely and wild ghosts on the street saw it and rushed forward to fight for it.  I watched them grab banknotes, and I was amused.  Loving money is a common attribute of both humans and ghosts.

    After the paper money was burned out, Wu Dan took me and Zhao Yu back to the haunted house.  At this time, the ghosts are all grabbing money downstairs to eat, but there is nothing upstairs.  The three black dogs also followed us every step of the way, not knowing whether they were escorting us or being afraid.  Zhao Yu and I hugged the puppy again, and when we were walking to the door of the haunted house, we heard the big black dog start barking.

    I looked carefully into the room, but there was no one there.  Xiao Mi said: "I seem to see something more on the wall, a pattern? Look, the place where the black dog was digging just now."

    The three of us hurried over and took a closer look. Sure enough, there was an extra circle of outlines at the corner of the lime wall, which seemed like a watermark.  Could it be that the haunted house is too old, with damp and seepage?

    However, a vague smell also followed, which made the three of us suspicious.  The stench is a little familiar, morgues sometimes smell it.  It's the stench of corpse oil.

    Wu Dan said: "The place in the corner of the wall is likely to hide broken corpses!"

    Having said that, Wu Dan drew out the dragon-slaying sword, and slashed at the limestone protrusion in the corner for a while.  Lime blocks fell down one after another.  After a while, the surface of the masonry was exposed.  Wu Dan stopped what he was doing, and squatted down to touch the surface of the masonry.  After touching it for a long time, he frowned and said, "Fuck him, why did you touch the oil?"

    I put the flashlight close to his hand to take a picture, and sure enough, I saw something yellow and oily on his hand, and I couldn't help feeling sick: "Master, what you got here is corpse oil, right?"

    Wu Dan sighed: "It seems to be fucking." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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