Finally, we agreed that tonight, during the Ghost Festival, on a day when many people don’t go out at night, I’m going to meet the so-called owner of Song Zhai. He said in his greeting card that he would meet me.
But what I finally compromised was that I could go see him, but I definitely couldn’t go by myself. Fatty’s treasure chest should also be left for me to defend myself, because I felt that there were always weird things in it that I could take out for self-defense. This was for sure.
good.
But the fat man refused to do so. He said that this was something left to him by his blind master, and that sincerity is what makes this thing effective. For example, if you use a mahogany sword to cure ghosts, why would you use the same mahogany sword?
The different functions it can play in the hands of different people are not because the peach wood swords are different, but because the people holding them are different. You must first believe this before it can be effective.
You hold up a mahogany sword and say, oh, can you do it? Does it work or not? It's probably useless. So those things of the fat man are just a pile of waste if they fall into my hands.
I don’t insist on this anymore, but I do ask that everyone should accompany me. No matter whether there are minefields or abyss ahead, I can’t go into this dragon’s den alone. It’s not that I don’t have the courage, but I’m the only one among the crowd.
I am weak, but I have to inherit the throne of the palace. Is this appropriate? Why don't we all go to this place with me? If the master of Songzhai allows everyone to go in, then let's go together. If not, I will go in alone.
My request was reasonable and they had no reason to refuse. In the evening, we all changed our clothes, got two cars and drove directly to No. 9 Qingwang Street. Because of the Ghost Festival, except for the city center, there were many people in other places.
Relatively speaking, there were a lot less people. When our group of people arrived at this place close to Qingwang Street, there were basically no people visible.
By the time I reached the intersection of Qingwang Street, I was already close to being highly nervous, but unfortunately, the place that was already very secluded was now brightly lit.
The car stopped at the intersection of Qingwang Street, because there were people standing in front of it, blocking the way. As for whether the people standing there were people, I don’t know. In short, the people blocking the road had strange grimace masks on their faces.
The ghostly faces on the mask are very lifelike and terrifying. If an ordinary person were to walk here, they would probably be scared to death. This situation is like a masquerade.
A few of us got out of the car, with my second uncle walking at the front. I, the next protagonist, didn’t dare to move forward at all, and kept looking around to see what was going on on the road.
At this intersection, there must be seven or eight people wearing masks. They are all well-proportioned and straight, wearing black suits. This makes me doubt their identity. Are these people or ghosts?
Why is this person dressed like this? If he is a ghost, why is he wearing a suit?
What's even weirder is that the street is now brightly lit, not with electric lights, but before, every few steps, there was a brazier, and someone was throwing paper money into the brazier.
The fat man looked at those people in suits. I poked him with my finger and asked: Fat man, what on earth are these? Are they humans or ghosts?
Look at your bear-like appearance, you are just a group of people, but I think they all have evil nature, don't be afraid. The fat man said to me, but this damn guy is like going to the Hongmen Banquet alone, how can you not be afraid?
When I walked to the black suits at the corner of the street, one of them stretched out his hand. The grimace mask seemed to be connected with human skin and could be twisted into a smiling face. The man bowed in a voice that sounded very comfortable.
He bowed and said: Sir, please take out the greeting card.
The second uncle took out the black post from his pocket and handed it over. When the man with the ghost mask received the mask, his hands shook. He bowed to the second uncle and said: "Who is Lin Xiaofan? Do you have any other posts?"
The second uncle shook his head, gave way, exposed me, and said to the ghost-masked man: This is Lin Xiaofan.
When Ghost Mask looked at me, his face was even more astonished. I am just a damn poor boy from the country. Such a situation almost frightened me, and I had no idea what to do next.
Somehow, I thought that as someone else was wearing a suit, I had to extend my hand to shake it as a courtesy, so I forced a smile and extended my hand.
But when I stretched out my hand, the man in a suit suddenly knelt down and said, "I don't dare to invite you in."
I was stunned by this sudden formation. Why the hell did you kneel down like this all of a sudden? Someone knelt down for me. I didn’t know what to do. I actually turned around and looked at my second uncle. At this time, the second uncle
It was only this evening that my uncle spoke for the first time: It’s half past eleven. If you don’t come out before two o’clock, I will take you out.
The smile on his face and these words made me calm down after being excited all night. At this time, no words were more heart-warming than these words.
I nodded. With a solid backing, what else is there to be afraid of?
I took the greeting card with my name on it from the kneeling man and walked deeper into the street.
A black gold card, the seat in the first-class room. When I walked in, the grimace mask who received the guests suddenly shouted, I looked at the card in my hand, damn, this black thing is a black gold card.
Dude, I'm still in the first-class room.
And I found that when he handed over a black gold card, those lonely ghosts who were throwing paper money into the brazier seemed to look at me at that moment. At that moment, I felt like I was among the crowd.
Focus.
When I walked to the door that I was familiar with but now unfamiliar with, the door was probably still the same door, but it had been painted with black paint. When I got to the door, two people came over wearing the same grimace mask.
, said: Master, please take off your shoes and get on the sedan. This is the master's rule. Please understand.
Only then did I see that at the door, I don’t know when, there was a black sedan. It was the kind of sedan used by the ancients that is commonly seen on TV. However, this one was black, and it looked weird everywhere.
I looked at my second uncle at the street corner and found that he was also looking at me and nodded to me. Since I had come here, there was no way to turn back. I nodded to the two of them and took off my clothes.
shoes, and got on the black sedan.
There are so many damn roads, I thought silently in my mind, as far as the distance is concerned, as for getting a sedan
After getting on the sedan, a voice came from outside and said: This gentleman inside, sit firmly and lift up the sedan. The sedan was lifted up smoothly. At this time, I suddenly discovered that this sedan has no windows, and there are only windows inside.
A wind lantern.
In other words, this is like a hut, and I can't see what's going on outside at all. This feeling is quite disturbing, like a beast trapped in a secret room, but doesn't know that he is about to be sent to
Where to go.
It's okay, the gate is only a few steps away from here, and the owner of this bullshit Song Zhai is the most accessible. This guy might be an old man from the Manchu Qing Dynasty. He has been doing things according to the old rules even after the country was destroyed for many years. Otherwise,
Those who were escorted all smelled like Beijing movies, I comforted myself by saying this.
But the road between the gate and the house is the road I walked twice before. This time I was on the sedan chair, but I didn’t know how long I walked.
Until I started to panic, because at this time, even a snail was crawling. They might not have figured out where they were carrying me.
I wanted to go out, but I found that I couldn't open the sedan door at all. It seemed to have been sealed when I came in. I jumped inside, yelled, and cursed, but it was no use. I really
I was scared, terrified, so I called my second uncle's name loudly, but the person carrying the sedan didn't react at all.
In the end, I fell down on the sedan in a cold sweat, clenching my teeth and holding on, nothing would happen. I have an Onmyoji physique, and I have half the dragon energy of my wife.
I have a great second uncle.
I also have a grandfather who plans my life for me. I can’t just die like this.
Sir, we've arrived, got off the sedan, I see you've fallen asleep, must you be having a nightmare? At this moment, a head suddenly stuck out of the sedan, it was a woman with a Peking Opera star's facial makeup.
The portraits of Hua Dan that I have seen are all very beautiful, but this one is very fat, just like the madams in ancient brothels, with a flattering smile on her face.
I wiped the sweat from my face and stepped out of the sedan with my legs, which were already a little weak.
I saw a building like an ancient building in front of me. It was decorated with lanterns, gongs and drums were playing inside, and two white lanterns were hung at the door.