Volume 1 In 2007, My Grandmother Gave Me Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 11 Ouyang pinches his fingers, s
A man shouted to us from a distance: "Who are you and what are you here to do?"
We stood still and waited quietly for the man to run up to us. He was a fifty-year-old man with a Sichuan accent, wearing security overalls and a beard. He looked at us panting and said he had gone out to pee.
You guys just slipped in, what happened?
It turns out to be the security guard here. He said, he came to stop us. He smelled of cigarette smoke and said, don't go in, come out. What's going on recently? Why do you people always come to see and be curious. This is not a ghost town, and there is nothing inside.
What's there to see? It's an empty house. I'm going back. I'm going back.
Zhao Zhonghua stopped him and said, Brother, look at us, are we here to visit and explore?
When the old security guard heard this, he raised his head and looked at us: Zhao Zhonghua looked like a successful man, and his POLO shirt cost more than 2,000 yuan. Ouyang Zhizhong was in his sixties, with a fairy-like appearance, and wore a black Tang suit with a double-breasted appearance.
Mao Xiaodao was dressed in a green Taoist robe, and I... I won't mention it, I'm just a kid with a scar face.
Such a group of four really didn't look like ordinary young people who came here out of curiosity to explore and play. He looked at us hesitantly and asked, "What are you here for?" Zhao Zhonghua took out a pack of cigarettes from his body.
Soft China, I said as I smoked, to be honest, we have a friend who just opened a shop in Qianmen, but when he was guarding the shop a few days ago, he was "removed" by a "ghost" and lost his soul. Now he is stupid, and then his family
Then () found us. We searched all the way and found something strange in this building, so we wanted to come in and have a look.
The old security guard was not polite and took the cigarette. After Zhao Zhonghua lit it for him, he took a deep breath and said, "Oh, this cigarette is really good and fragrant. No wonder it is so expensive. The ghost has moved... This matter is also annoying."
, Alas, where is the bad place to make a fortune, why come here? Look at the shops around here, which one does not have Guan Erye and Guanshiyin Bodhisattva in the house, with constant incense? There is no way to avoid evil spirits, so it is not natural to open a shop here.
Are you looking for trouble? Even I, from Fengdu, have to burn paper money in the morning and evening before I can sleep.
We bowed our hands as a gift and said, Brother, how long have you been here and have you ever seen a ghost?
The old security guard said it was five years ago. He is the one who has been working here the longest, ghost? There are believers in this thing, but there are those who don’t believe in it. He has never seen it before, so he is not respectful, so he burns paper money every day and worships it morning and night. This is the way it is.
There are no ghosts. But he has been here for so long, and he only spends time outside on the first floor. He has never been to the building, and he doesn't dare to go. It's eerie as soon as he enters the door. In summer, it's colder than an air-conditioned room.
His colleagues, several young men, were so bold that they sneaked in a few times and had nightmares for many days, and then they quit their jobs. They were evil.
After chatting for a while, he said that the boss here was nowhere to be seen, so he hired a few of them to keep an eye on it. During the day, there was a manager who was looking for someone to rent the house. But this place has a name throughout Dongguan City.
, who dares to come? That is, those merchants who are greedy for cheap rents, come to rent a shop, sell some second-hand goods and so on, and close the door early, and at night, it is deserted. He was also afraid at first, but
Later, when I got older, it was difficult to find things to do, and the place was also clean and there were not many things to do, so I stayed.
We asked to go in and take a look, but his expression suddenly changed, and he shook his head like a rattle, saying no, absolutely not, he couldn't make the decision. If something happened, he couldn't bear to walk around.
Really? No way...
Zhao Zhonghua was at the side and said good things, but he refused to listen, just shook his head, and was about to call his colleagues to stop us. I took out ten old people's heads from my wallet, handed them to him, and said, Brother, it's convenient. He paused.
For a moment, looking at this stack of red cash, he was obviously stunned. In 2008, 1,000 yuan was basically a month's salary for a security guard. He hesitated, but in the end he shook his head.
If I say no, I will let you in. If something happens, I will lose my job. You can go back and don't embarrass me. There is really nothing in here.
He visibly swallowed his saliva, and then with forced determination, he pulled Zhao Zhonghua and me, saying let's go, let's go... How could he pull us two? After a while of pulling and entangled, Ouyang's fingers
He put his hand on the old security guard's shoulders, and the old security guard immediately became unable to move. Half of his body was numb and stiff, and he looked at the old man in front of him with a strange expression.
Ouyang let go of him with his fingers and said, "Little brother, don't worry. I'm a few years older than you. I want to ask you a few questions. You answer me first."
The old security guard rubbed his shoulders, looked at the momentum between Ouyang's fingers, looked like a master, and said cautiously, sir, please tell me.
Ouyang pinched his fingers and said, little brother, was there a disaster the year you were born? In less than half a month, a close relative died? And there was more than one? The old security guard was stunned, and he didn't expect that the old man in front of him would actually mention this matter.
, Odd, you’re right, I was born in the year when the three natural disasters were the worst. I heard the old man tell me how miserable those years were. All the kudzu bark on the mountain had been dug out, and people’s eyes were all red.
Yes, a week after I was born, my uncle was beaten to death by a ghost in a place called "Bao'aozi" in order to find a medicine for breast milk for my mother. My grandmother was half a month after I was born.
, I starved to death... They all said that my life was too tough and I killed my relatives. How did you know about this?
Ouyang asked again with his fingers, "Is it true that your wife died early and you have both children, but your children are not living a satisfactory life?"
The old security guard was smoking, but now his hand shook and the cigarette fell to the ground. He trembled and said, "Old sir, are you a fortune teller? It's accurate, it's so accurate. My wife, Mr. Wang, has been dead for more than ten years."
I have two children. The eldest son is disabled. His eyes were blinded by a cannon when he was a child. Now he helps people with massages at home. The younger daughter is here, but, alas... what she did is too embarrassing, so I won’t talk about it. I always thought it was me.
This man's life was too cruel and he killed his family. Now the retribution has come back. Old sir, is it like this?
Ouyang held the bag behind him with his fingers and said, I am telling you these words to let you know that we are not ordinary young people who come here to have fun. You have recently had a disaster, and you have avoided it. Everything is going smoothly, your family is happy, and your relatives are harmonious.
; Unable to avoid it, the family will be destroyed and people will be destroyed. Whether you believe it or not, you will naturally find out in less than three months. The old security guard is anxious, and he says, believe it or not, please help me quickly.
Ouyang pointed his fingers and said, "Don't worry, please open the door for us and let us in to save people. When you come back, I will teach you how to break this year's calamity."
The old security guard was frightened by Mr. Ouyang's constant coaxing and had no idea. When he thought of his two children, his heart felt sour. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll open the door. Mr., come out and explain to me."
Fa. Ouyang stroked his beard between his fingers and said, "Okay, I'm done." The old security guard went to the guard room to get the key, turned back, and came with us to the end of the underground parking lot. At the corridor was an iron gate welded with scrap steel pipes.
The door has a large iron lock, which looks rusty, making people worry that the keyhole inside is rigid and cannot be opened.
Fortunately, it didn't happen. After the old security guard opened the door, he took the lock and said, "Old sir, you guys, we didn't get anything originally, but it was just a rumor outside. You are all experts, so I won't give you any instructions. It's just
It was dark inside, so be careful not to touch anything or take anything randomly after entering. We all said we understood, and he asked if he wanted a flashlight. We all said we had flashlights and had brought them with us a long time ago.
Walking up the corridor of the underground garage, in order to save electricity, it was dark inside and no lights were turned on. In the empty building, there was only the sound of our footsteps going upstairs. Although it was light but heavy, it seemed particularly heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching.
I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in my heart (friends who went upstairs without lights in the middle of the night may have felt this way).
Because we knew there were no street lights here, the four of us brought flashlights, powerful and bright ones. We walked to the second floor. It turned out to be a large shopping mall. It was empty. Now most of the things have been moved away, and some are left.
No one paid attention to the scattered rags, and there was dust on the ground. Not far from the door, there were some shabby quilts, dark and old, thrown aside casually. They should be the belongings of some homeless people.
I stood at the stairwell in the northeast corner, looking at the dark hall, and sighed in my heart: It is really sad that such a large commercial plaza, with an investment of hundreds of millions or more, is left idle because it is haunted.
And after so many years, there is no expert who can solve this matter. Isn't this too strange?
Is it because no one wants to take care of it, or is this place too evil and we are afraid that like that Feng Shui master in Nanfang City, he will vomit blood and die?
Without further ado, Zamao Xiaodao held up the red copper compass, recited the "Consecration Mantra", put his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and gushed out some saliva, then wiped his eyes with the saliva, and glanced in all four directions.
Then I immersed my mind in the Tianchi of the compass and recited it silently.
The Eight Immortals were crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. Zamao Xiaodao was looking at the compass, while Ouyang took out a small bag of rice grains from his fingers. The rice grains were wrapped in red cloth. When talking about it just now, he said that these rice grains were given every time he had a meal.
He took out nine grains from the rice cup, and kept doing this every time. He offered them to the shrine, had dinner, and prayed. As time went by, the rice grains were stained with incense ashes, and they naturally gained spiritual power. He took the rice grains and started
To sprinkle, you twist it with your thumb and ring finger, and then sprinkle it down. Every time you sprinkle it, you should say something in your mouth.
Zhao Zhonghua, the rag collector, didn't have to go to such trouble. He dipped his right index finger into a little saliva, wiped his eyes in the same way, and then looked around.
I am the most idle here, folding my arms and making soy sauce.
They stopped almost at the same time. The three of them looked to the left together, and then said there was something strange there, so they ran over there. I was still debating whether to let Mr. Ouyang Zhijian and Zhao Zhonghua know about the existence of Duoduo and Fatty Chonghua.
Well, when I saw such a movement, I immediately ran after it. As a result, I ran to the railing on the second floor overlooking the lobby on the first floor. Through the light projected from outside, I saw a shadow in white floating from another staircase.
at first floor!
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