"Uncle Master, how dare a disciple do this? The master said before his death that you can never show up. Although the specific reason is not mentioned, the attitude of the master is there. He understands you. How can we be disciples? Talking and guessing indiscriminately? Uncle Master must have a reason for doing this, so I can't explain it to the disciple in detail."
Ning Yuru raised his head and hurriedly responded.
"You're a talking man, get up. The old man of my brother doesn't do many things right in his life, but he has raised you and passed on the mantle. This thing is done right. Come in and pay attention. Don't touch the precious things in my house."
The old man lowered his head and took a deep look at Ning Yuru, who was kneeling there. After saying this, he turned and walked back holding a white candle.
Ning Yuru stood up, we followed into the house, and the blood bamboo peach at the end closed the door easily.
Only then did I see that the old man was wearing an old robe with a large patch of blue and gray.
The candlelight illuminates the room, and we are dumbfounded.
The so-called'treasure things' turned out to be'paper pieces' all over the floor, with a lot of white lanterns placed in the corners, and some large pieces in front of them, paper treasure boats, sedan chairs, cows and horses, boys and virgins.
Not to mention, the craftsmanship of tying paper is really outstanding and vivid, and the facial features depicted with the pen are also very realistic. In the candlelight, I have the illusion of being stared at by a pair of eyes.
On the other side, in the large paper boxes are folded paper ingots, gold ingots, silver ingots, as well as various paper money and dark money, which are simply futile items exhibition hall.
It's just a matter of setting up a big coffin in the middle, and you can open the door to do business.
I stepped forward and looked into another small room. Although the candle could not shine there, darkness is not a problem here.
Just looking at it, I was shocked. There were a lot of wreaths in the small room, and inside there were sewn shrouds, printed with longevity patterns and patterns, and some even embroidered them. The rune of death.
Well, this place is not much better than the mourning hall.
Ning Yuru once said that her uncle's ability to make a living is to follow other people's homes for free.
Mr. Yin and Yang is justified in doing fun, but her uncle never presides over the burial or anything, and what she does is auxiliary.
Small jobs, this is puzzling. Sometimes, her uncle will go to "see the scene" for others.
This viewing spot refers to guarding the murder house or the murder scene, but it is not the viewing spot in the impression of normal people.
When I heard about this for the first time, I still wondered why her uncle was mixed up in such a place? I don't want to, after seeing her uncle's residence with my own eyes, the shock is even stronger.
This place is not a shroud shop, but there are so many evil things on display. His own brother lives here, is he really not afraid? Even if he is a mage.
I feel I can't stand it.
Obviously he is capable, why did he do himself so badly? Why does this senior live like this
These thoughts just flashed in his mind a few times before being thrown out of the clouds.
"How do I have the right to sympathize with other people's lifestyles? I'm going to finish my work myself, so I should focus on what is in front of me."
Thinking about it this way, I no longer think about it, but gather my mind.
Wow!
The old man moved the box on the ground aside, pointed to the cleared place, and whispered: "Sit down."
"Yes, Uncle Master."
Ning Yuru lowered her eyebrows in a pleasing answer, winked at us in secret, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Two thousand golds have a way to learn, and put the sleeping "I" aside to lie down.
Xie Miaomiao, holding their breath, they are very conscious and obedient to do things, one by one, they are like little friends in preschool.
Xiong Pili, who had always been so daring, didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, sitting there shrinking himself, as if hoping that the old man would not see him.
The old man sat cross-legged in front of us, dripped some wax oil, and glued only half of the white candle to the cold floor tiles.
There is no other light in the room, the light source is this candle.
This place seems to have been without water and electricity for a long time. I saw a big tank in the corner with a pole on its side, and two rusty iron buckets beside it. The feelings and water were all picked up by the old man. There must be an ocean well nearby.
"The visitors are guests, but there is no hot tea at this time. You won't feel resentful, will you?"
The old man suddenly squinted his eyes, and said in a calm and innocent way.
"What's the matter? Bother seniors, our hearts
Head restless. "Mo Qishao hurriedly replied, his mouth was sweet.
"Cough cough." The old man coughed a few times, took out a few dry cigarettes that he rolled out, and passed them forward.
We shook our heads together: "You can't smoke, you are always casual."
The old man laughed and carefully put away the extra cigarettes. He held a cigarette in his mouth and touched the fire on his body. After not being able to find it for a long time, he just wanted to light the candle.
Click!
Mo Qishao turned on the lighter, and he was very good at helping the old man set the light.
The old man nodded in satisfaction, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and spit out a puff of smoke on Mo Qishao's big face, and said softly: "The little guy has a lot of eyesight, but it's a pity that his head is too long and doesn't fit his body proportions. , When you are free, the old man will help you make it smaller and beautify."
"what!"
Two Qianjin couldn't help laughing, and found that the old man turned his head to look at her, busy tightening his grimace full of cracks.
Mo Qishao's face was already dark, he smirked awkwardly, and returned to his original position.
After smoking a few breaths of extremely horrifying dry smoke, the old man’s eyes flicked over my wooden body, looked at Ning Yuru with a calm face, and whispered: “Nothing but the Three Treasures Hall. When I came here, did my niece encounter something? Just open the skylight and talk brightly. If the old man can help, he won't shirk it."
Ning Yuru's eyes flashed with joy, turned to look at me, then looked at the old man, and whispered: "Uncle Master, this is Jiang Du, this is two thousand gold, this is..."
She first introduced a circle, and she stood up and saluted whoever she mentioned. The old man said again and again without being polite, and motioned to the big guy to sit down and talk.
"The disciple came to see Uncle Master, but he really encountered a problem that he couldn't solve. Alas, it's a long story. Not long ago..."
Ning Yuru talked eloquently. The wrinkled old man smoked dry cigarettes and listened carefully, but the eyelids became tighter and tighter.
Although there were many things, Ning Yuru just hurriedly talked about it, and it quickly became clear. I found out that when I mentioned the corpse soul courtyard and the demon courtyard, the old man's body trembled slightly. Obviously, this famous name The name made his mood ups and downs.
Even if it is a hidden world expert, suddenly hearing the names of these two behemoths will be shocked.
(End of this chapter)