So out of habit, I started to make a series of associations between this piggy bank and the movement on it. If Uncle Liang’s purpose of sticking it on the mirror was to get the piggy bank inside, then it must have
The things here are very important to him, and since Uncle Liang's body can close the door, close the windows and turn off the lights, it means that he is fully capable of opening the closet door, but it is always stuck and not opened.
He didn't even reach out to pull the door, which meant that there was something blocking him from getting the piggy bank. When I thought about this, I began to think that the piggy bank might not be the real thing.
Just coins and maybe something else.
So I leaned back to ensure that I could see Uncle Liang's movement. I stretched my other hand as far as possible to get the piggy bank. I tentatively held it in my hand for a while to ensure that Uncle Liang
He didn't mean to wake up, and the compass showed that Ling Dong on the bedside around Uncle Liang seemed relatively calm. I don't know if he didn't notice it, or if I simply thought wrong.
At this moment, I had to completely trust my own judgment. So I secretly placed the piggy bank under the foot of the bed, still blocking it with the edge of the bed, so that Uncle Liang would not notice that I was stealing his things.
But when I put down the piggy bank, I found a white strip under the bed, which looked like a cotton swab. Except for this, there was nothing under the bed. Usually, everyone will do our kind of bed with relatively high legs.
Choose to stuff some things under the bed, such as boxes, cabinets, mats and other things that are not commonly used in daily life, or are out of season. At least this is what I do at home. But there is obviously a lot of space under the bed, so even if it’s nothing, Uncle Liang
It's easy to put things away, so it won't be empty. And because of this emptiness, that little white thing seemed to be quite noticeable to me at the moment. So I started to lie on the ground, crawl forward, and reached out to the bed
I grabbed the white thing from underneath. It felt like a plastic glue stick. It wasn't until I took it out and looked at it on the ground with the light of my mobile phone that I realized that it was a feather, and it was a feather.
Black feathers. The white part I see is the root of the feather.
So I immediately thought of that weird crow. The crow's feathers are originally black. Judging from the analysis of the current situation and what Situ just told me on the phone, this crow is almost certainly a summoned bird.
The only difference between the things that came out was whether they were dead or alive. So I put the compass on this feather and shook it. Feathers are part of the animal body, and they are similar to many things such as cups and chopsticks.
No, its structure was originally a biological result, but the feather in my hand at this moment has a stronger smart reaction on the compass than the piggy bank, and this smart reaction almost definitely tells me,
This feather is related to the ghost in the room at this moment.
I looked for two places in a row, and both places made me guess something suspicious, but I didn't have extra time to think about it, so I put the feather next to the piggy bank, and planned to stand up and put this
I put the two things in my bag and took them out before thinking of other ways to verify them. As for the quilt that had the ghost hand on it, I didn’t even have the guts to lift it. So I slowly changed from the lying position.
I was squatting, and when I raised my head, my head was hit by something.
At first I thought I accidentally bumped into the edge of the bed, but then I thought something was wrong. Isn't the edge of the bed right in front of me? The top of my head should be empty at this moment. Suddenly a bad premonition came over me.
, I raised my head and saw that at about the tip of my nose to the tip of my nose, Uncle Liang had secretly sat up at some point and was leaning over the bed looking at me. His expression was dull and his eyes were fixed.
Staring at me, his mouth that was closed just now was slightly open at the moment. Because of the angle, there was still some saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, which was about to drip. And then I realized that what I just bumped into was his.
head.
Suddenly shocked, I rolled quickly and rolled away behind me. The floor was very dirty and it had not been cleaned for a long time. But I couldn't care about that much at the moment. I just rolled out of what I thought was a safe distance.
I was about to stand up, open the curtains and run away while Uncle Liang was hiding from the light. Before I could get up, there was a muffled sound of something falling to the ground behind my ears, and then someone hit me on my right ankle.
I grabbed it hard. I knew what happened without looking back. It must have been Uncle Liang who caught me after he fell to the ground. I started to struggle to break away, kicking my legs and shouting loudly: Hu Zongren! Something happened!
Come and save me!
While pedaling, I also turned around and faced Uncle Liang who was grabbing me on the ground. In fact, this position was very beneficial to me, because when I used to fight with those bad boys, I also
I often encounter situations like this, I mean, someone's foot is grabbed. So I can use my other foot to kick the other person's face. In this way, if the other person doesn't let go, he will be knocked unconscious by my kick.
But the Uncle Liang in front of me is already so old. Although it is scary, it is caused by the influence of ghosts after all. I can't step on the face of such an old man, so I think it only takes a few strokes.
I'm afraid it will really turn into blue smoke and ride on the crane to the west.
So I have been struggling, and this has become a big disadvantage for me.
After Hu Zongren heard my shout, he quickly dodged to the entrance door. From the angle where I fell, I could completely see his posture. It was brighter outdoors, so when Hu Zongren appeared at the bright door
, I suddenly felt that he was like an angel. I had never had such a high opinion of Hu Zongren. Hu Zongren rushed into the house and pulled me towards the closed door. I told Hu Zongren
Zongren, don’t pull me first, open the door! After hearing this, Hu Zongren quickly opened the door, and strong light came in. I only saw Uncle Liang’s glasses twitching, his mouth closed, and then he let go of mine.
feet and began to cover his eyes with his hands.
This trick worked really well, so I immediately got up and took advantage of the situation, strode over to the fallen uncle Liang, grabbed the black feathers and the piggy bank on the ground, and then shouted to Hu Zongren, run away!
Hu Zongren started to run away. He must be more scared than me. But I had no reason to go back the same way, so I chose to jump on Uncle Liang’s bed and jump over it. When I stepped on the bed, I was afraid
I was caught by the ghost hands under the quilt, and I stamped my feet hard on the bed to relieve my hatred. Then I escaped from the door of the back room behind Hu Zongren. As soon as I went out, I immediately opened the door with my backhand.
He closed it, and together with Hu Zongren, pressed their backs against the door.
A few seconds later, the door we were holding against began to bump violently. Hu Zongren and I were not very strong, but we were knocked up several times in succession. Sister Liang covered her mouth with both hands at the door with a look of surprise.
She looked at us, and it seemed that she realized that this problem was far from being as simple as she originally thought. I didn't have time to talk to her, I just held the door with all my heart, but not long after, the banging on the door stopped, and we
Through the door, I heard the sound of the door that Hu Zongren opened just now being closed. I also saw the light weakening from the small window on the top. This meant that Uncle Liang was probably returning to his original position again.
This damn old man is like an Arhat and is really difficult to deal with.
I slowly let go and saw that the door had been closed and there was no other movement. Then I felt relieved. Because of the violent knock on the door just now, the calendar originally hanging on the door had become crooked due to the shaking.
It was slanted, but just because the calendar was skewed, I discovered that there was something that looked like a New Year picture attached to the bottom of the calendar.
At this point, any new clue is very valuable to Hu Zongren and me, so I immediately took off the calendar, then wiped the dust on the painting with my sleeves, and then put the painting
I understand.
The painting shows a military commander, but this military commander looks a little different. He is wearing a golden and red armor, and his body is in a boxing posture. His right hand is raised high, while his left hand is lowered. In his left hand, he is holding a weapon that looks like a weapon.
I can't tell what the weapon is. It looks like a hammer, but the head of the hammer is very small, like a stick, but not as long as a stick. In short, I have never seen such a weapon. And the right hand raised high
, but he is holding a brush in his hand. The tip of the brush seems to have been dipped in ink, and the color is different from the surroundings. The toe of the military commander's right foot is slightly tilted upward, which looks a bit like what we usually see on the drama channel.
The shoes on their feet are the same as those of the opera singers. There is a tiger head pendant on the boots. The crown they wear is very similar to Yang Jian's crown that I saw in the list of gods when I was a child.
It's golden, with some red plush balls on it. What makes me strange the most is the face of this general. Usually generals are powerful or fierce, but this general has the upper half of a human face, starting from the nose.
At first, it was the beak of a bird. It looked very much like the bird-like fairy from Thailand that I had seen on TV before. His eyes were wide and staring, but with the beak, it looked like
It's a little strange.
I always wondered if I had seen this military commander or god somewhere, so I tried to find clues in the handwriting on the portrait, but after searching for a long time, except for a red seal script, there were only four large characters in regular script.