I thought about it and realized that this garden was built near Shangcheng Town, which was like a threat to my ghost shop. I want to see what kind of business is going on inside. If they are doing their job well, we will not interfere with each other and live in peace. If they are causing trouble, we will destroy them immediately!
He walked down a small slope to the front door, put eight copper coins in his hand, and walked in.
The inside and outside of the door are like two different worlds. Although it is cold outside, there is still a hint of warmth. But after entering the door, it feels like falling into an ice cave. The cold air penetrates into my bones, and I can't help but shiver.
The door creaked shut behind me, and the way back was blocked, so it was not easy to go back.
I was actually in a relaxed mood at the moment, so I took it easy and walked forward with big strides. I didn't know where Old Man Zhang had gone, and he disappeared. I passed the hanging flower gate and entered the first courtyard. I found that the lights behind me had disappeared, and it was pitch black behind me, as if the gate of the manor had never existed.
The format of the courtyard is basically the same as that of the old houses in the provincial capital, with side rooms on both sides and the main room in the middle. There are corridors on both sides of the main room leading to the backyard.
The main door was wide open, and lights were on in the hall. It seemed that there were several tables of banquets, and several people were drinking and laughing. But when I arrived at the door, their laughter stopped abruptly.
Damn, those are not human beings, they are all ghosts. Their faces are as white as paper, and they stare at me with their eerie ghost eyes.
I counted them and found that there were ten dead ghosts, all of them were men. Their clothes were all different, some modern, some from the Republic of China, and some from the Qing Dynasty. There were five low wooden tables on each side of the hall, with food and wine on them, and they all sat on the floor. Behind a wooden table in the middle opposite sat an old ghost about sixty years old, wearing a satin gown, with a pair of ghost eyes staring at him, looking intimidating without even getting angry, and it seemed that he was the owner of this place.
"It's an honor to have you visit my humble home, Mr. Xi. Please take a seat!" The old ghost smiled and waved at me.
I have never seen this old guy before, how does he know me? I muttered to myself and turned around to see that there were two people sitting on each wooden table, except for the table on the left side near the door, where only one ghost was sitting. It turned out to be the prey I was chasing, the dead ghost that possessed the kitten.
The bastard smiled at me, pointed to the seat next to me and said, "Sit here, it's reserved for you."
I sneered and said, "Sit down if you dare. Since you dare to come, I am not afraid of what you can do to me." I sat cross-legged beside him and was about to ask him about Aunt Niu's cat. This bastard introduced himself in a low voice: "My name is Jia Hai. I was from Tanzi Village before I died. After graduating from university, I worked in the provincial capital. I went home some time ago and went out for a walk at night. I accidentally discovered this manor. I really enjoyed it and never went back home."
No wonder this bastard doesn't look like a country boy, it turns out he was in the provincial capital, he's just a toad in swan skin. He's not a good guy at first glance, probably a henpecked man, otherwise he wouldn't have been seduced into this romantic cemetery, his body was hollowed out, he must have died of exhaustion!
Why is there no female ghost? I turned around and looked. There was no ghost prostitute. How could a few drunkards who drank a few glasses of wine kill him
The old ghost saw through my thoughts and laughed, "Mr. Xi, you must want to meet the ghost girls who are so happy in the Shu Garden, right? Drink this glass of wine first, and I will arrange for them to come on stage and perform dance skills for Mr. Xi!" As he said that, he picked up a glass of wine on the table.
All the ghosts raised their glasses in response, but I sneered, bit my finger and dripped a drop of blood into the glass. The clear white wine immediately turned green, bubbling with white bubbles like a chemical liquid.