What I didn’t expect was that the gate of the house was actually “blew” open by me in one breath, and the cold air instantly gushed out from the door. I couldn’t help but shivering as I was hit by it.
Guan Qingyan, who was standing behind me, couldn't help but grab my arm subconsciously. I gently shook off her hand and said, "Heshang, Ye Jin, you two hold the line, let's go in and take a look."
Guan Xingyu said in a trembling voice: "We have to go in too? I see..."
"If you don't want to go in, you don't have to." After saying this, I walked towards the yard without caring about other people's reactions.
The yard was an ordinary one, without any strange exhibits, but with every step I took forward, the gloomy energy in the yard became thicker, and the sunlight above my head seemed to start to become dimmer. It felt like I was walking step by step towards the depths of a grave.
By the time I reached the center of the yard, the sunlight above my head had been completely covered by shadows. In just a few steps, it was like I had stepped from the world of the living into the underworld, separated from this earthly world by the Yin and Yang.
I subconsciously looked up at the sky, but saw a protruding cliff covering my head like an umbrella, and almost half of the courtyard was in the shadow of the cliff.
This is not a house, it's a tomb.
I finally understood why my grandfather burned down the house several times in a row.
In the Northeast, there is no custom of digging graves. The dead are buried temporarily, and the earliest time to dig the ground is no more than three days before the burial. According to our local customs, once a grave is dug, someone has to fill it in. Digging a grave in advance is like urging people to die quickly.
However, in other places there is a custom of digging graves in advance, and no water can accumulate in the graves. Before burial, the graves must be burned again to ensure that they are dry, so as to avoid excessive yin energy causing the corpse to change.
My grandfather lit the fire here to drive away the negative energy under the cliff. The house he built seemed to gather the negative energy in the yard, but didn't it also isolate more negative energy outside
It seems that the coffin in the house should contain a corpse that has not yet decayed. Otherwise, my grandfather would not have to go to so much trouble to avoid the possibility of corpse transformation.
I walked a few steps to the door and walked around the house. The windows around the house were indeed deceptive. Behind the glass were cement walls with pictures on them. At first glance, it looked like I could see everything in the house, but in fact, this house was a dead house with a door but no windows. Once the door was sealed, no matter if it was a human or a ghost, there was no way out and they could only stay in the house.
This is a grave, definitely a grave.
I took out three yellow incense sticks from my backpack, lit them, bowed three times towards the door, pried the door open with a knife, and walked in.
This house is similar to the houses of people in Northeast China. The front door faces the kitchen. On both sides of the kitchen are three rooms with three entrances and three rooms. The west room is reserved for worshiping gods. The house is fully equipped with pots, pans, kangs, tables and chairs, but the two coffins that the old lady mentioned are nowhere to be seen.
The coffins are in the west room? I pulled out the Rakshasa and used the tip of the knife to pry open the door, and sure enough, I saw two mahogany coffins.
Although the two coffins had been there for twenty years, apart from being covered with a layer of dust, there was no sign of decay at all, and they were not even nailed shut.
I nodded to Monk Shi, who stepped forward and lifted the coffin on the left with me, and pushed hard to lift the lid off. Inside the coffin was a wooden man dressed in child's clothes, with his birth date written on a piece of yellow paper taped to his chest.
I tore off the yellow paper and handed it to Guan Qingyan: "Is this Guan Xingyu's horoscope?"
"Yes!" Guan Qingyan said, "How could Xiaoyu's horoscope be on a wooden man? Could it be..."
"For ghost marriage, the horoscopes must match..." As I was speaking, I heard the sound of a coffin lid moving behind me. I was about to turn around, but my whole body was held in place by some force again.
The next moment, everyone seemed to be pushed, and their bodies turned stiffly on the spot. Before I could stand completely, I felt as if someone grabbed my hair, pushed my head down, and forced my eyes to focus on the moving coffin.
The lid of the coffin slowly opened, and the red-dressed female ghost who had been following us also sat up from the coffin: "Brother Yu, you're here? Do you remember me?"
"I...I..." Guan Xingyu shouted with a pale face, "I don't remember anything. I don't know you. I really don't know you!"
The surprise on the ghost girl's face instantly turned into disappointment, and then from disappointment to anger. Violent murderous aura instantly burst out from the ghost girl, and the temperature in the house dropped to freezing point in the blink of an eye.
The female ghost suddenly stood up from the coffin: "Tell me, why did you forget me? What did you do before? Don't you remember everything?"
Guan Xingyu was held in the air by the female ghost, his legs trembling with fear: "I really don't know anything! What do you want me to say?"
"You don't know?" The red-clothed female ghost stretched out her hand and grabbed a student, pulling him up and piercing the wall. After a loud "bang", the man's body slid down the wall and fell to the ground. The half-sitting body looked up at Guan Xingyu in the air.
The man's eyes were wide open until his death, with blood gushing out from the corners of his eyes, which showed how unwilling he was to die.
"You can't remember, right? Let me remind you again!" The red-clothed female ghost roared angrily, lifted Guan Xingyu upside down, and forcibly dragged him to the side of the corpse, "Look at him, look at him carefully! Look into his eyes, see if there is a shadow of you in his eyes?"
The ghost girl's voice became unusually cold and stern: "I killed him, but he should hate you. If you could remember, he wouldn't die. Think about who he would blame."
"No, no... I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him!" Guan Xingyu was so scared that tears streamed down his face. "Don't look for me, it's none of my business!"
Guan Xingyu's tears fell onto the face of the corpse. The bloodstained corpse suddenly raised its head and stretched out its hands to grab Guan Xingyu's neck...
"Don't..." Guan Xingyu only shouted once before he died, but the corpse was still tightly holding the other's neck. It seemed that Guan Xingyu, who was thrashing around with his hands, was not dead, but just couldn't make a sound.
"If you can't remember, just die here! At worst, I can continue to accompany you." Although the red-clothed female ghost was still screaming, her voice was full of sadness, and even the aura on her body began to become increasingly gloomy.
After a short moment, waves of dark resentment visible to the naked eye rolled up around the ghost girl. After just a few seconds, the entire roof seemed to be covered by a layer of black clouds, and the ghost girl's shaking red clothes were like lightning in the clouds, ready to sweep across the world with devastating power at any time.
Oh no! The female ghost’s wrath is about to explode.
The ghost girl was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Whether it was out of love turning into hate or out of heartbreak, she was ready to destroy Guan Xingyu. Once Guan Xingyu died, the ghost girl's grudge would rise to the sky, and all the people within a hundred miles would be devastated, and we would definitely be the first to be crushed to pieces.
I was forced to shout, "Wait a minute, I want to tell you something! I can remind him of the past."
The ghost girl suddenly turned her head back, and a murderous aura like a knife or a sword burst out from her eyes. Although the other party did not attack, I took two steps back under the pressure of her murderous aura. When I stabilized my body, the ghost girl suddenly appeared in front of me: "Say it again!"
"I can try..." I didn't finish my words when the ghost grabbed my shoulders and threw me against the wall. I crashed into the stone wall without any preparation, and my internal organs seemed to be tumbling inside my body. I couldn't move for a long time.
The female ghost floated in front of me, looked down at me and said, "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise, you will be like him."
I looked at the ghost girl: "Do you want him to remember you, or do you want you two to remember the past together?"
Just now, the red-clothed female ghost was on the verge of collapse, but she never revealed what she wanted Guan Xingyu to remember, and she didn't even make it clear what the relationship between her and Guan Xingyu was. Since she wanted to kill Guan Xingyu, why didn't she let him die with a clear conscience
The red-clothed female ghost said gloomily: "You are right, I have forgotten a lot of things. But I remember him..."
The red-dressed female ghost suddenly changed the subject and said, "There are some things I must make him remember. They are very important to me."
I said in a deep voice: "Do you remember how long you have existed?"
"I don't remember." The ghost girl shook her head and said, "I only know that I have lived for a long time. Every once in a while, I would meet him and many things would happen. He would not remember me every time, but he would suddenly remember who I was."
I looked at the ghost girl and said, "If what you said is true, the person you met should be the reincarnation of Guan Xingyu. Can you make him remember his past life?"
"It should be possible!" The ghost girl's voice suddenly lowered a lot, "I remember that one time I killed a lot of people, and then he remembered who I was."
I asked, “And then?”
"Then..." The ghost shook her head, "I can't remember what happened next. I remember he married me, and then... and shot me with an arrow at the wedding."
I took a deep breath and said, "So, you repeated the scene at the wedding just to remind him of what happened in his previous life?"
"Yes!" the ghost nodded, "I did. The wedding was also held in a cemetery, and there were also people and ghosts at the wedding, and even a moving corpse. But I can't remember what happened after he shot me with an arrow."
The ghost girl said this, and suddenly looked at me and said, "You asked me so many questions, but you haven't told me how you can help him remember his past life."
What can I do? Even if I have a solution, it won't work here.
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Thanks: Zhu Xiaowei, Doudou for the reward! (To be continued)