Tomb in the Dragon: Carry out the oppression to the end【6】
Soon, they got a pile of white incense ash from the front desk, and they returned to the hall. Xiao Se took out a talisman from his arms and murmured, "Young Master Fu is really good at predicting things, and he asked me to
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Xiao Se asked Su Mingshu to hold the flour bag, took the oil lamp himself, and then asked Su Mingshu to pour fine flour on the table. He stood behind the flour pile, lit the talisman with the oil lamp, and blew gently.
When the ashes of the talisman were stained on the flour pile, it seemed as if a gust of wind was blowing, and the flour immediately flew away and filled the entire room.
Su Mian accidentally inhaled a lot, and suddenly started coughing. He covered his face with his sleeves, only to hear a whirlwind swirling in the room. When the wind was heard and the smoke and dust dispersed, Su Mian put down his hands.
Yi Xiu rubbed his eyes and looked at Xiao Se: "What are you doing?"
Although Xiao Se's expression remained unchanged, his eyes became sharp and he said word by word: "I'm watching, and now you can watch too."
Following Xiao Se's fingers, Su Mianshu looked over. The incense ashes were blown by the wind, and white traces had been spread in every corner of the room. It was nothing at first, but after a quick look, there were clues.
The traces of white were not scattered evenly in the room, but more or less, there was a thick layer on the table, chairs, and the ground. It was hard to see anything. But when my eyes moved to the wall, I saw
Found something wrong.
The white color of the incense ash clearly formed spots on the black wall, just like the marks left by water splashing on the wall.
And there are many, as if someone once took a basin and poured water on the wall, leaving thick traces of water. There are even traces of spraying on the beams and roofs. But in general, it is compared to the corners.
More, less as you go up.
Su Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly understood that although there were gray-white traces in front of her eyes, what they reflected should be the original, bright red, the red of blood.
The shocking scenes of spraying, splashing, and flowing blood, although they are white, are no less terrifying than the color of blood.
Although the scene in front of him was only outlined by incense ash, it was enough for Su Mingshu to imagine what a miserable situation it was at that time. But now, there is not even a drop of blood. How can it be achieved to this extent, and where has the blood gone?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened Su Mian became.
"Look up again." Xiao Se motioned Su Ming to look at the beam.
There seemed to be something stirring on the beams of the house, preventing the incense ash from settling smoothly. The white incense ash was gently stirring, showing a mist-like appearance.
Su Mingming shook his head.
"Master Fu said..." Xiao Se seemed to shake his head slightly, "These are reddish souls. Now, they are entrenched on the beam and weeping."
Amitabha, Su Mansun bowed to the beam, don't be surprised if you see ghosts.
At this time, there was suddenly no wind outside the house, and then a bell rang faintly, as if it came from so far away from the sky.
Along with this sound, there was a strange movement in the house.
Even someone as slow as Su Mian was aware of some changes in the room. In just that moment, the dust on the beam suddenly flew up with a pop, and even Su Mian felt something reddish flash out of the corner of his eye.
Then, I saw the flour that could not fall down at all, slowly falling on the beam after the bell rang.