Chapter 2: I died so unjustly
Dang dang dang ……
With my home that old-fashioned clock rang twelve after, next door Li Yao home even resounded again that ow screaming, but this time I am not afraid to get up to smash the door of her home, buried his head in the pasta, a strong Amitabha Buddha, Allah blessing, Amen God's recitation, but what is not useful.
The sound of the bed is getting louder and louder, and then almost and someone shouting in my ear is the same, and there is a stream of cool wind blowing into my neck. At that time don't mention how scared I was, the whole person shivering, but just don't dare to go to lift the top of the head of the pasty. I was afraid that if I lifted the cloth, I would see something I shouldn't see.
That night I really realized what is 'days like years', a little bit of time in fear, but the good thing is that human energy is limited, about three o'clock, I fell asleep.
But sleep is not solid, I actually dreamed of Li Yao, she is in my bed, at first some fear, but may be because of the dream, the scene constantly changing, dreaming, not so afraid, finally in the dream, I actually and Li Yao did that kind of thing.
As a result, I got up in the morning I have some flashbacks, but when I lifted the cloth ready to get out of bed, but it was a plop on the ground, no strength, as if it was deflated, and a little pain in the lower body.
At this moment I lifted his pants to look inside, Nima, inside the sticky piece, I actually sprayed all night, the virtual collapse.
To be honest, my face was white with fear at that time, I knew I was really fucking haunted by that dead ghost.
At this moment I remembered that yesterday's fortune-teller, bracing myself for a weak body, changed pants, body are not washed, hurriedly ran downstairs, to find that fortune-teller.
As a result, I really saw the fortune-teller, he was downstairs in my hutong fiddling with his broken stall, or the look of the magician.
But today I was not as disrespectful as I was yesterday, and immediately ran to the front of the stall, grabbed the fortune-teller's big dirty hand, and said, "Buddy, you show me."
I said excitedly, and that fortune-teller laughed when he heard it, and then he told me a very important sentence, he said his name was Hu Laosan, and then he said he was hungry and wanted to eat a big dumpling with donkey meat trapping.
If I had met such a douchebag in the past, I would have kicked the shit out of him, but today I respectfully invited this fortune teller Hu Laosan into a pretty good dumpling restaurant and treated him to three plates of donkey meat dumplings.
"Mr. Hu you quickly give me a look, it seems like I really ran into something unclean yesterday."
I saw that Mr. Hu had almost eaten, so I told him what happened. And while that Mr. Hu Lao San was shyly sipping the dumpling soup to moisten his throat, he grabbed a few halves of garlic with his big dirty hands and put them in front of me, "Eat some garlic, this stuff removes evil."
Although I was half convinced, I still chewed it, I don't know whether it really works or I was spiced up, these few halves of garlic went down my stomach, and I really felt warm in my stomach, and I seemed to have recovered some strength.
"I can see this yesterday, you ran into the Lust Ghost and was haunted by her. But this is out of my hands, I'm a fortune teller and face reader, I can't exorcise ghosts."
Hu Laosan's second sentence made me freeze there.
Nima, you don't know how to exorcise ghosts, but you're still making this up to me? And you ate three plates of dumplings from me?
Inside my heart, I cursed furiously, but on my face is still that poor look, I said buddy, you can not see death to save ah, my daughter-in-law has not yet taken it, do not want to be so unexplained on the death of ah.
I said, while also took out a thousand dollars to that Hu Lao-san, I know that begging people to do things with money, the results of that Hu Lao-san, although looking at my hands of big money small eyes light, but finally shook his head, he said he really will not drive ghosts, that is the work of the Taoist priests in the mountains, he really can not do it. He also said that yesterday is also want to give me a reminder, in order to drive away the plague still have to rely on my own to think of ways, let me do not make it difficult for him.
And I heard this helpless, I know that this Hu Laosan is not going to help me, but I'm not a good person, and do not die, see this old bastard a look of shirking in the end, immediately out of the trick, a moment from the seat stood up, took out my half a year ago to save money to buy the 5s on dialing a very important phone number – -110.
"Hello, police station? I've been scammed. Our home downstairs there is a fortune teller, negligent fraud my one thousand dollars, en, yes, is the fortune teller, people I can catch, in Chaoyang Street green home seventy-eight building opposite the market of …… hello hello, what are you doing."
I said half, immediately was Hu Laosan with his big dirty hand to cover the mouth, "Nen (Shandong words you) child, Nen this is 'get what son' (what) le, I'm what (what) when cheating you two (had)?"
Hu Laosan excited about his old Shandong accent came out, and I saw here immediately laughed, I know this trick really works.
"The matter is such a thing, you look at how to do it, I tell you, this to the bureau can not say that you have your own heart, even if it is not your fraud, but at least is to promote feudal superstition, into the education of half a month that is a certainty."
I continue to majestic shrugged said, and that Hu Lao San listen to immediately wilted, and then saw him reluctantly from his oily yellow cloth bag out of a gray mahogany sword handed me, after he mysteriously told me that this wooden sword is the period of the Warring States period, King Zhao of Qin gave to the Qin first fierce general Bai Qi's treasure, repel ghosts and evil spirits in no way, let me take this wooden sword directly poke the female ghost on the line, to ensure that She will be able to pass on to the next life and will no longer haunt me. But he let me use this wooden sword must also be careful, can not be stained with the blood of any living thing, or else it is a plague of blood.
And as I listened, I immediately felt something was wrong, this Hu Lao San said so much, or let me face it alone ah? So I immediately said: "Hu Lao San brother, you see you this baby is quite evil, I'm afraid I can not use it well, why don't you go to my home to live one night, I'll treat you to Quanjude roast duck at night!"
I naturally want to let Hu Laosan and I go home together, but this time Hu Laosan's attitude is very resolute, he seriously told me, what industry has a rule, they only look at the feng shui, face, absolutely no karma, otherwise it will reduce the life expectancy, create the wrath of God, so this thing he is certainly not going to help me, even if it is into the bureau also does not matter.
And I look at people have said so, and he and I only counted as a casual encounter, so I did not make it difficult for him, carrying a small wooden sword on the way home, before leaving, Hu Laosan also repeatedly urged me to be careful with this wooden sword, can not be stained with blood, or else it is definitely a catastrophe.
I naturally agreed to this, but in my heart, I do not think, I have nothing to do to let him dip blood for what? I'm not a stabbing maniac, I can still take a wooden sword to stab people ah?
That day I returned home, the small wooden sword in the arms of the ancestor, and then the heart and soul of the dead ghost waiting for Li Yao appeared.
But I don't know how that day, I waited from the morning until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the house is still quiet, not haunted, even the sound of the bed is gone.
This is to make me both happy and sad, happy that this dead ghost Li Yao seems to forget me, sad that I do not know this dead ghost Li Yao will not come back to me.
So I was in a trance, and stayed up for more than three hours, almost dawn, before I dared to lie down on the bed to sleep.
But this sleep was almost killing me.
At that time probably in my sleep can have half an hour or so, the day just to dawn when, is in the black and white moment, and at that time my house suddenly turned cold up, followed by I feel the feet have a cool wind blowing towards me, so that the sleep of me all of a sudden on a cold war, and fiercely from the bed to sit up.
And in the moment I sat up, a scream of horror also involuntarily from my throat sent out, only to see my house west of the big fan do not know how, but automatically moved out of the house, violently rotating the four fan blades, as a meat grinder general toward my feet churning, that whooshing rotating sound, cold and piercing, seems to be like a ghost in the teeth in general, listen to my scalp are straight! The sound of the whooshing sound was cold and piercing, as if it was like a ghost grinding its teeth.
However, although I was scared silly, but as a person survival instinct is still there, in that big fan is about to strangle me, I rolled over violently and rolled down from the bed, dodged a bullet. At the same time I rolled out of bed, but also grabbed the pastel, thrown towards my big fan, immediately stuffed into the fan blades, so that my big fan whimpering sparks, planted on the ground.
And I'm afraid of my big fan again, in its planted moment is also a moment from the ground jumped up, towards my big fan a fierce step, while stepping also while yelling, Nima, Nima, Nima, I don't know exactly who I'm cursing the mother, but this shouting is indeed bold, I three or two times to my home that poor big fan to the treadmill.
But things do not end, although the fan does not move, my house lights are suddenly fast flashing up, and then click a few times, all the lights are all out, so that I see a darkness.
At the same time, in that piece of darkness in my house floor suddenly came out a burst of loud 'thud' sound, boards and boards between the bulging big bag, moving towards me constantly, seems to be inside what things to drill out generally, to me then scared almost heart to spit out.
At that time I screamed, no matter what else, and directly used all my strength to run towards the door of my house, at that moment I had only one idea in my head, that is to hurry to leave this hell.
The 'thing' in the floor didn't give me time at all, almost before I ran two steps, the 'big bag' in the floor had already caught up with me, and then I heard two clicks, the big bag in the floor cracked, and a pair of dry, waxy hands grabbed out from the floor. floor and grabbed out fiercely, clasping my feet at once and yanking me down to the ground.
At the same time, at the moment I fell to the ground, the thirty-two-inch TV hanging on the east wall of my living room also lit up all of a sudden, flickering with black and white snowflakes, and then a cloaked head, with hollow eyes and a caricatured smile on the corners of its mouth, also emerged from the screen, and issued a ghastly and horrifying voice at me—. -I died so unjustly.