A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 6: The old woman in the shroud shop

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It was the first time I saw a shroud store in a bustling business district, but after thinking about it, only people who opened such a store would dare to be so close to the ghost building.

Although the haunted house is scary, it has almost become a scenic spot because of the popularity brought by the horror. Many boys and girls take pictures of the haunted house as the background.

I hesitated for a moment. To understand something as weird as the three photos, a shroud shop is more reliable than a watch shop.

As soon as I walked to the door of the shroud shop, before I went in, the faint voice of the old woman in the shroud shop came out: "Take a photo, take a photo, those people like to take pictures."

My heart suddenly turned cold, I took a look at the person who was still taking pictures, and said to the old woman: "Old man, what are you talking about?"

The old woman gave me a look with cloudy eyes, and continued to swat the flies.

The old lady’s reaction obviously heard my words, but she didn’t answer. I didn’t know how to speak for a while. If it was another store, I could pretend to be shopping and communicate with the boss, but the key point is that this is a shroud shop. ah.

Fortunately, the old woman spoke up: "Young man, come in and sit down."

I nodded along the way, glanced at the wreaths and shrouds hanging on the wall, and walked in slowly.

The old woman pointed to the stool to let me sit down, then picked up an ingot made of gold paper, handed it to me and said, "Look, tie it well."

I took the ingot with tears in my eyes, and the old man regarded me as a door-to-door customer, but this ingot was indeed tied very well. When the family member passed away, I also came into contact with many ingots, but they were far from this ingot Exquisite, looks like the real thing.

The old woman nodded with a smile, showing her toothless mouth: "Buy some, they will only ask for mine."

them? I was taken aback by the old woman's words, and immediately realized that it must be referring to the deceased relatives.

So I explained: "Old man, I'm not here to buy ingots."

The old woman shook her head: "Didn't you come to find them?"

Ghosts are looking for them, no, I can't understand what the old woman said.

It's for them.

who are they

Want ingots

I seemed to understand it, and my eyes drifted in the direction of the ghost building unconsciously.

As if seeing my eyes, the old woman smiled and said, "I'll just say it, I thought people were always making mistakes."

Although the streets less than 3 or 4 meters away from where I was sitting were crowded with people and the sun was high in the sky, I still felt cold all over my body, my upper and lower teeth were chattering constantly, and I couldn’t tell for a while. Come on.

But the old woman took the ingot from my hand as if comforting, and said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

I worked up my last courage and said, "Old man, what do you know, right?"

The old woman smiled at me again, showing her toothless mouth: "I know, I don't know, what should I do to get involved in the neighbor's affairs?"

Old man, what you said makes sense, but isn't it a bit inappropriate to call it a neighbor's house

The old woman stopped talking after she finished speaking, and just took out a large stack of paper from one side, and slowly folded the ingots.

I wanted to start the conversation several times, but the old woman just smiled, either not talking to her, or saying something she didn't want to do.

Watching the old woman finish folding the paper in her hand, she went to get it again.

I hurriedly said: "Old man, if you say that I buy some ingots and burn them for them, they won't look for me."

The old woman withdrew her outstretched hand and said, "No."

I nodded and asked tentatively: "Old man, I'll burn it right here, do you think it's okay?"

The old woman shook her head and said slowly: "You were burned for them, not for me."

I also felt that I had said something wrong, but luckily the old lady didn't mind, she hurriedly apologized and asked, "Old man, do you have to burn it at the door?"

The old woman continued to shake her head: "The door is not allowed, you have to go in, there is a brazier in the hall, burn it there, really, young people nowadays don't know the rules at all."

I didn't pay attention to the old woman's preaching at all. I was not afraid of burning at the door. At most, I would lose face or be detained by the police. But to go in, although I made up my mind to face it countless times, I still felt scared.

The old lady seemed to see through my thoughts, and while laying out the folded ingots, she seemed to be talking to herself: "If you say burn it, but don't burn it, it will make them angry."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked towards the back room, saying as he walked, "I'll get you a bag."

I really cried. At this moment, I even suspected that the reason why this old woman opened the store here was to use the reputation of the ghost building to buy and sell by force.

At this time, the voice of the old woman came from inside: "People are dead, why do you keep taking pictures?"

When I saw the photo, I was shocked all over. The old lady knew about the photo.

I felt that I had finally grasped the last straw, so I quickly stood up and walked towards the dark back room.

As soon as I got to the door, the old woman came out and gave me a look, as if she was very displeased with my trespassing.

I didn't have time to think about the old woman's thoughts, so I hurriedly asked: "Old man, do you know about the photos?"

The old lady glared again, waved me back to my seat, took out a big bag and put the ingots that had just been folded into it. There were a lot of ingots, and I could hear the old lady counting directly to 108, and then What kind of small shoes, small clothes, etc., are 108.

It took a while for the old lady to pack it up, put the full bag into my arms, and handed a box of matches from the counter that looked old and said: "Okay, it's all set, remember to light it with matches."

I took the things numbly, and asked habitually, "How much?"

"10 yuan."

I was taken aback, these things are only 10 yuan, although I don't know the price very well, but I understand in my heart why there are so many things that cost more than 10 yuan.

Seeing that I didn't respond, the old lady repeated again: "10 yuan."

I finally reacted, and hurriedly took out a 100 yuan note from my pocket, and handed it over, but I really didn't have any change on me.

The old woman took the money, threw it into a box on the side, and said, "Remember, at 12 o'clock tomorrow night, you must burn it in the brazier in the hall."

Want to go at 12 o'clock at night? Does this mean to scare people to death

The old woman looked at me without moving, frowned and said, "Why don't you leave?"

"Ah..." I pointed to the 100 yuan I just gave, and the old lady glanced at my hand and said, "You can't find any change if you don't have any change."

I can't find it, it should be because you can't find it, but I don't think it is necessary to compete with an old man who is in the upper grade.

Quickly asked the question just now, given so much money, you can always tell me.

"Old man, do you know about the photos?"