Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Ghost Old Man
I wasn't in the mood to deal with him at all now, so I shook off his hand and coldly refused: "You don't care about me, since I'm dead, I'm afraid of dying a second time!" ”
But after I said these words, the ghost old man couldn't help but snort at me: "You kid, I'm here for your good!" ”
"Don't be unappreciative, although you are dead now, you are not completely dead."
"If the soul is gone, then it is really dead!"
After a few words, the ghost old man successfully pulled back my senses, and let me grab the ghost old man like a life-saving straw and ask, "What does this mean?" Tell me quickly! ”
I was anxious to ask him, but the old ghost man pulled me open the door and went out, and after going out, he led me into a village, where the lights were also dimly lit on the wooden windows of every house, and through the outside, when the old ghost man pulled me by, I saw a few ghosts in the courtyard of the village greeting the old man: "Uncle, why are you going to pull the new ghost again?" ”
"You're so kind."
"If we had eaten it a long time ago, the kind of guy who has just become a ghost and has no ability."
These ghosts laughed at the ghost old man, and the ghost old man didn't pay attention to them, as if he was very disgusted with them, I saw that his eyes gradually became a little colder, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly, making the ghosts who laughed at him shrink their necks in fear.
It seems that the ghost old man is slightly different.
He led me to a place far away from the ghost village, which was very clean, unlike the ones I had just passed by that smelled of blood, and had obviously been killed.
When I entered his house, I saw a knife hanging from the beam, which looked very evil! I was a little scared and ducked to the side.
Let the ghost old man look at me, and say with some displeasure: "This is a butcher's knife, which is generally used in ancestral houses or empty houses to deter ghosts and make them avoid them!" ”
I thought it was strange and said, "You're a ghost yourself, why do you make things that scare you!" ”
"Just get used to it, and that's what it feels like to be human."
The old man said this with great meaning, and he said to me meaningfully, "Young man, go under the butcher's knife and take a look." ”
He seemed to have an ulterior purpose, but no matter how much I avoided it now, I couldn't change the fact that it was a ghost, so I walked over with a relaxed attitude of indifference, and found that the butcher's knife was sharp like a magnetic needle and followed my movements, responding.
I was so flustered by the movement of the butcher's knife that I asked the old man, "What's going on?" ”
The old ghost man didn't speak, but followed my movements and just walked under the butcher's knife, the butcher's knife hanging on the beam suddenly fell, flashing a bad light, and the ghost old man was shot out.
What's going on? Why was I okay in the past?
After that, I went to the door and picked up the old ghost.
The old man also tried to avoid the butcher's knife after entering the house, and then used his ghost power to rehang the butcher's knife with other things.
After hanging up, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This butcher's knife is to prevent other hungry ghosts from coming in and making trouble, and the few people I have saved before have relied on this to get through the night of hungry ghosts." ”
I don't understand very well, I only understand that the ghost old man saved people before, and then set up the butcher's knife hanging beam, what a weird old ghost.
But I'm no longer human, so naturally I don't think about escaping again.
But the old man suddenly said to me, "Boy, aren't you surprised that the butcher's knife didn't fall when you passed?" ”
I was really surprised, so I nodded: "Maybe it's my luck!" ”
After I finished speaking, the atmosphere around me was a little quieter, and the ghost old man stared at them one by one and analyzed: "There is no so-called luck in ghosts, only living people will have luck to talk about!" ”
I was shocked by his words, and I looked at the ghost old man with a shocked expression.
The ghost old man said to me mysteriously: You are not actually dead, but there is something on your body that temporarily covers your yang energy, making the hungry ghost mistakenly think that you are the same kind.
This trick is very similar to the Taoist priest of Maoshan Gate, boy, you are very lucky, if it weren't for this thing to cover your yang energy, maybe you would have been eaten by the old man, or maybe you were eaten by other hungry ghosts.
"That's the case, you're the sixth corpse!"
I woke up from a dream, and immediately ran to the butcher's knife, wary of the ghost old man.
I also quietly touched the sunshade stone, and then stroked it to my chest to find that there was a heartbeat, and when I put the sunshade stone, my heartbeat began to stop beating again.
I'm quite surprised by this wonderful credit, why didn't Lin Siya tell me completely before?!
Thinking of Lin Siya, my feelings became complicated for a while.
What the hell does this woman want to do? And why do you still count me after saving me?
Lin Siya gave me a lot of mysteries.
So much so that I was stunned for a while, and the old ghost man was standing opposite me, and he did not attack me because he found out that I was a human being.
Instead, he reminded me: "Three days in the ghost village is equivalent to an hour in the yang world!" ”
"If the old man guessed correctly, the hour you fell off the ghost slope was 0:00 in the morning, which means that you must stay in the ghost village safely for three days before you can leave unharmed."
"Don't try to find your way on your own, because it's too much."
After that, the ghost old man paused emphatically before saying, "There has never been a way for the living in the ghost village, only a way for ghosts to walk!" ”
His kind reminder made me more and more wary of the ghost old man, the ghost's words can't be fully believed, this is what Lin Siya specially warned me before bringing me to the back mountain.
I always remembered that although I would no longer trust this woman, I had to spend three days in the ghost village safely before I could get out.
After that, the old man didn't pay attention to my wary eyes, but turned around and walked to the cabinet next to him, took out an incense burner, and began to smell it.
Looking at the incense that should be offered, I heard that ghosts fill the taste by inhaling the taste, and after looking at it today, I found that the superstitions that circulate in folklore are still quite well-founded.
I sat on the bed next to me, and while I took out the gold-sheathed sword for self-defense, I continued to examine it today, and found that the body of the sword began to rust, and even some of the gold paint fell off, and began to become a little old.
How could the golden sheath sword get old so quickly, my heart was a little heavier, and a screaming sound sounded outside.
It should sound like a human voice!
I hurriedly jumped out of bed and tried to stand by the window to find out the situation, but the ghost old man grabbed me and closed the window door, and told me with a solemn expression: "That kid is unfortunately not met with me, and now he has become a hungry ghost's meal, you don't let people's blood stain you, otherwise the effect of the sunshade stone will be lost." ”
"If I am caught, will I be eaten alive?"
I swallowed in horror.