After hesitating for a moment, the coffin shopkeeper, Mr. Sun, slowly squatted down, picked up some wall soil, smelled it, and then put it in his mouth to taste it.
"Could it be...could it be that the entire house was actually built with 'human flesh and blood mud'?!"
Manager Sun stared in shock at the pale red wall soil in his hand.
He then trembled as he pulled out a handful of "corpse mud" and smeared it on his eyelids.
After closing my eyes for a while and opening them again, I saw a green light emanating from them.
Upon closer inspection of the entire paper-making shop, it was indeed discovered that a dead person was nailed to each of the four walls in the shape of the Chinese character "大" (big).
A dead body with its hands, feet, and head fixed to a wooden frame!
Of course, by this time the dead had long since rotted into skeletons, and what Manager Sun saw were their wronged souls.
The wronged spirit, realizing that someone could finally see it, hurriedly cried out for help.
His eyes were filled with tears of blood.
Shopkeeper Sun seemed to be frightened by the scene before him. He hurriedly washed the "corpse mud" off his eyelids with rainwater, and then staggered towards his shop.
Not long after Manager Sun left, another figure appeared in front of the paper-making shop.
It was Granny Liu, the fortune teller.
A flower umbrella floated mysteriously above her head, sheltering her from the wind and rain.
Grandma Liu did not go to the collapsed wall like Manager Sun, but went straight to the door.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally stepped inside.
But just as his foot was about to land, he was immediately pushed back by an invisible force.
At the shop entrance, the very place where Grandma Mi had just asked to find a place to stay, a ghastly white line suddenly appeared.
A line made of human ashes, as thick as a baby's arm—the line between life and death!
After staggering a few steps and finally regaining her balance, Granny Wenmi was not shocked, as if she had already guessed that this would happen.
I simply walked back to the shop entrance and looked at the two rows of paper figures, and the two dolls at the end of the paper figures.
"Alas, after more than a hundred years, you still won't rest in peace?"
"How many more lives have to be lost?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the paper figures in the shop suddenly moved: they all turned their heads and stared intently at the old woman asking the oracle.
At the same time, that eerie Peking Opera singing style rang out again.
"I slept to the sound of ghostly wails, terrified; I looked up and saw only a multitude of ghosts. Their hideous faces and jingling bells—this ghostly banner was trying to seize my soul..."
As the lyrics began, the previously stopped gale suddenly howled back in.
This time, the cold was even more bone-chilling.
At the same time, a sinister voice came on the wind.
"Enter, die!"
"Step back, or live!"
Seeing this, Granny Wenmi dared not hesitate and hurriedly turned around and walked towards her own shop.
At the same time, her left arm was raised slightly, as if an invisible person was supporting her...
On the other side, in the mountain valley where the sorcerer was located.
At this moment, he was in a truly miserable state: a large hole had been torn open in his head, extending all the way down to his chin.
Black gas kept rising from above, while brain matter mixed with blood dripped down from below.
The location of that hole is exactly the same as the spot where Manager Sun of the coffin shop nailed the "head" to the ground.
"No, I don't want to die!"
An extremely strong will to survive drove the sorcerer to struggle desperately.
While plugging the hole in his head with dried human skin, he kept stuffing various poisonous insects into his mouth.
While it's uncertain whether this will save his life, it will at least ensure he doesn't die in the short term.
"Paper shops! Coffin shops! As long as I don't die, it's you who will die!"
Just after roaring, the sorcerer's face suddenly turned crimson and his eyes bulged out.
He then disregarded the hole in his head and desperately pulled at his neck with both hands.
It looked as if an invisible hand was forcefully choking the sorcerer, making it impossible for him to breathe.
No...no!
"Please, please spare me... please spare me..."
With his neck firmly gripped by an invisible "ghost hand," the sorcerer could only manage to utter broken, intermittent sounds.
However, the answer he received was still an ethereal and eerie singing style, the style of Peking Opera.
“They raised their mourning sticks high and struck me, leaving me covered in wounds and blood.”
"The ghostly summons, demanding my life, is like the sinister aura of the underworld..."
After the chanting ended, the sorcerer stopped struggling.
He lay motionless in the rain, his face filled with terror.
He was gripping his own neck tightly with both hands...
The noisy night finally passed, and dawn broke in the town.
Soaked to the bone, Zhao Youliang finally returned to the paper-making shop before the first rays of sunlight shone down.
A big yellow dog and its offspring followed him.
"Oh my god, who fixed the wall that collapsed in our house last night?!"
Looking at the shop, which was completely intact, Zhao Youliang was stunned.
Not only were the walls repaired, but the entire house showed no signs of being washed by wind and rain.
The bed, furniture, and broken windows were all returned to their original positions.
It was as if... as if everything that happened last night was just a nightmare.
Now that the dream is over, everything has returned to normal.
After pondering for a while, Zhao Youliang, unable to figure it out, simply gave up thinking about it.
Damn it, we've already experienced something as eerie as a ghost, so it's only natural that something else might happen!
Following the rules of arranging the paper figures and opening the shop for business, Zhao Youliang was still worried about "Little Dumpling," the little mouse that had saved him.
Because he and his big yellow dog led their "army of dogs" to search all night, but they still couldn't find the little guy.
Not only the mice, but even the carcasses have disappeared without a trace.
"No, we can't just let this go! We can't be ungrateful!"
"I want to see the mouse alive or dead!"
Despite his strong resolve, Zhao Youliang truly didn't know where to begin.
I want to go find the "old immortal" who called himself Master Gray Six last night, but I have no idea where he lives!
Just as Zhao Youliang was in a state of panic, the townspeople who had lost their dog gathered around.
"Oh my sweetie, you're here?! Where did you run off to last night? You made Mommy worry all night!"
"Hey Blackie, come home with me! If you dare run off again, I'll break your legs!"
The friendly residents were fine, but the big yellow dog just glanced at them and ignored them.
But when it heard someone cursing its descendants, it immediately glared and hissed softly.
The big yellow dog's outburst terrified the person who had been scolding it.
He hurriedly apologized repeatedly, bowing and scraping as he led his dog away in a disheveled state.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but feel a heartless schadenfreude.
Haha, it seems I'm not the only one who's been beaten by a dog; most of the people living nearby have been!
The townspeople have suffered from dogs for too long...
After chuckling to himself for a while, Zhao Youliang thought of the little mouse again.
Now that the crowd has dispersed, only his old dog, Big Yellow, remains by his side.
"Brother Dog, Brother Dog, give us an idea! How can we find 'Little Dumpling'?!"
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