Bai Ye also turned around, and the three of them raised their flashlights and looked down into the grass. In this desolate land, the threshold hidden under the weeds glowed black under the light of the flashlight.
"Why are you still so strong?" I kicked again, motionless.
It stands to reason that the threshold should indeed be stronger than the other positions of the door frame. The threshold is something that thousands of people step on. In the selection of materials, it is natural to be harder.
But no matter how hard it is, it is woody after all. It took decades from the Republic of China to the present, and it may take hundreds of years. Other parts are rotten and good. Why is your threshold so rotten? Maverick and style.
"Isn't it iron?" I bent down and touched it, with a cold texture, and really a metal feeling. "Why is this threshold so high? I just stumbled. If this is Pan Changjiang, I won’t be slammed to death on the threshold."
"Pay attention to where this is, how do you speak." Bai Ye glared at me, and I glared back. He sighed a little, "Guess why the threshold is so high?"
"His family is tall."
"You have to see what business this house is doing." Bai Ye shook his head, "This is a wicked place. Look at the locust trees planted outside the house. Although they are dead, they are not terrible."
"What does this have to do with the threshold?"
"Don't you always like to read supernatural novels, do you talk about how this zombie walks?"
"Zombies have scored east and west. Western zombies are just like normal people. They are pretty handsome. Eastern zombies use jumps."
The most classic image of a Chinese zombie is the appearance of a Chinese zombie wearing a full Qing Dynasty costume, sticking a seal on his forehead, bouncing around his neck and stiff legs to go to school.
This feature is not unfounded. Most of the zombies’ bones and joints are stiff, unable to bend freely, and can only jump around.
"You mean this high threshold is to prevent zombies?" I said.
"Yeah." Bai Ye nodded, "This house is a place of Yin Yin, and at the same time it must be a place of corpse town. Therefore, it is necessary to prevent zombies from jumping in and zombies from jumping out. You said the task. Is it heavy? So this threshold can't be made of ordinary materials. If the zombies really want to go, let alone such a small threshold, even tian~an~men can jump over it for you."
"So if you really want to be able to block the zombies, it means that the threshold is not simple. The focus is on its material." Bai Ye's flashlight's tail knocked on it. "This must be hibiscus wood, which means sycamore wood. "
Bai Ye explained: "The phoenix is not a phoenix tree that does not live, nor is it a bamboo tree that does not eat. The phoenix tree here is the wood for this threshold, and you see," he bent sideways and pointed at the crooked symbol on the threshold. The curse is everyone’s handwriting."
I looked down, vigorous and simple, with a silver hook. Although I couldn’t understand what this evil curse was written, I could still feel everyone’s muscles and bones. "I still know the sycamore wood. Don’t fool me, it’s just normal. How can the wood be immortal for decades."
"What if the phoenix tree at this threshold has ever been made into a coffin?" Bai Ye suddenly raised his head and asked, "It was once an ancient coffin soaked in corpse oil. After special treatment, it was made into the threshold of the Yizhuang and placed it above the dark eye. On the one hand, it acts as an eye to restrict internal and external evils, on the other hand, it uses the dark eyes as a nourishment to store energy and receive fortune."
"Grass the grass, you are a magic stick, more and more mysterious." (End of this chapter)