Amid the words of fat man and swallows, I hurriedly pushed away the dead man's feet in front of my chest and moved my body back a little. Unexpectedly, there was a dead body hanging on my back. When I hit him, I immediately shook it. The sound of thick hemp rope rubbing the wood above my head. I don't know how many hanged ghosts are around in the darkness, so I had to lie back and forth, but I could still feel the feet wearing cotton shoes hanging like a "pendulum", hanging back and forth above my body.

I was already sweating. I just fell off the stone steps and didn't know where I threw my bag. I couldn't find it. I had to quickly say to the swallow: "Swallows, hurry up and go to Liangzi! Look where we fell." You must not mention the word "fire" near the forest farm, and even the words next to the word "fire", such as "lighting the lamp" and "candles". If you have to say "lighting the lamp", you can only use "阅" instead. This is not superstition, but out of taboo. Just like the fire department that deals with fire alarms, the font size must always be "fire-fighting" instead of "fire extinguishing".

The swallow rolled down from the stone steps just now, and was confused. When I heard my call to her, I finally came to my senses and took out a candle and lit it. Although the air in the deep cellar could circulate, it was still full of turbid gas that made people cry. It was good to ignite the candle. The faint light was green and cold and clear. In addition, there were too many impurities in the air, which blocked the light of the candle, making the light of the candle not much stronger than that of the ghost fire, and it could not even be illuminated by an area of ​​one meter square.

In the trance-flashing candlelight, I was anxious to see if there was a hanger above my head, but I didn’t know if the light of the candle was too dark or the dizzy just after I rolled and fell, it seemed like a layer of gauze was suddenly covered in front of me. No matter how hard I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see anything clearly. The only thing I could vaguely recognize was the light of the candle. But in my eyes, the candlelight turned into a hazy green light, floating in front of me, sometimes far away, and sometimes close.

I rubbed my eyes hard, but I still couldn't see clearly, but I heard someone whispering softly behind the light, as if he was saying something to me. I couldn't help but feel confused. Who was talking? Fatty and Yanzi were both cannon tubes, and they spoke loudly and confidently, but if it weren't for them, who was muttering behind the candle? I couldn't see clearly or hear it seriously, but people themselves have a subconscious consciousness. The more they couldn't hear clearly, the more they wanted to hear what they were saying, I stretched my neck to get closer.

While my body was moving, a chill suddenly appeared in my heart, and I felt that this was not right. Although I hadn't figured out what was wrong, I seemed to have seen the dim light shadow in front of me. I was in danger when I got close to the candle. I kept warning myself again and again, but the thought of realizing the danger of the candle could not suppress the hope that I wanted to get close to the candle, and I still couldn't help but move forward involuntarily, and it was getting closer and closer to the green light emitted by the candle.

Just now, I clearly touched the feet of the hanged ghost wearing cotton shoes, and after lighting the candle, the corpse that hanged and died, as well as the swallows and fat people, seemed to have all disappeared suddenly, leaving only the fluttering light of the candle. I suddenly thought of the hanged ghost looking for a substitute, which was to lead people into the rope cover. Seeing that the green light was close at hand, I wanted to shrink and retreat, but my body was like a nightmare, and I kept using it. At this time, only my head and neck could move, which was all this damn ghost fire. I was completely out of survival instinct, and without thinking, I tried my best to aim at the green light of the candle and blew it out in one breath.

The green light like a candle-like ghost fire was blown out in one breath, and the entire cellar suddenly lit up, and there was no choking stench. I looked down and saw that I was standing on the edge of a earthen kang, with my hands pulling a thick hemp rope around my neck. I cursed secretly and quickly pushed the hemp rope aside.

Before I could see where I was, I found that the fat man and Yanzi were standing beside me, pulling the hemp rope trap falling from the roof with their eyes straight and intending to hang themselves. Yanzi was holding a lit candle in his hand, but the flame was no longer green. I quickly reached out to take the candle in the swallow's hand and pulled the hemp rope in front of them. The two of them coughed and woke up again from their trance.

I didn't even bother to think about the nightmare-like shocking experience just now. First, I looked at the surroundings. I looked up and saw that there was a small house with a earthen kang deep in the cellar. We fell down from the stone steps and rolled to the ground. At some point, we climbed up the earthen kang in a daze and almost hanged in the room while stepping on the edge of the kang. The size of the cellar inside is similar to that of an ordinary house. The interior is very dry, with earth stoves, earth terraces and fire kangs, just like ordinary houses in the mountains, and there are several citrus on top. There are countless rope sleeves tied with thick hemp ropes hanging on the wood, and raw copper wires are added to the hemp ropes. Over time, they will not decay and break like ordinary hemp ropes.

Among countless nooses, four male corpses were hung. The bodies had been drained by the cold wind in the cellar. The four "old slings" were all sticking out their tongues and staring at them. The purple skin of the mummy sauce made the expression after death even more terrifying. Because the rope was twisted and hung the neck for too long, the deceased's neck had been stretched apart.

Swallow is too afraid of ghosts. Whether it is mountain ghosts, water ghosts or hanged ghosts, he saw four thrilling "old dicks" in the light of the candles, and was so scared that he quickly covered his eyes. The fat man and I didn't say anything for a long time. When we met a dick, it was really unlucky to be home.

I saw a copper oil lamp on the kang, and there was still residual pine oil inside, so I took it with a candle and lit it. The house was much brighter. Holding the oil lamp with the light, I found four hanging men's corpses, all of which were the same outfits. Yishui'er's black clothes, black shoes, black pants, and even the hat on his head were black. Only the belt and socks tied around his waist were red. In fact, there were many kinds of reds. They were bright red pig blood red. I couldn't tell what this outfit was. But it shouldn't be the age.

It was too long, and it seemed to be the old fashioned clothing from twenty or thirty years ago. I guess the Huang Tai Sin Temple buried in the soil was probably dug out by this group of people. I didn’t expect that they would not be able to go out after they came in. As soon as we entered the cellar, we would drill into the ropes like a ill. If I hadn’t blown out the ghost fire, there would have been three more dead people hanging in the cellar. People say that dead people hanging must deceive a living person to hang themselves before they can be reincarnated. Could it be that we were just being put on the body by the "old dandy master" and being obstructed?

The fat man recovered at this time and pointed at the four "old slings" and cursed them. He almost let these hanged ghosts get in. When he thinks about it, he is so angry that his teeth are itchy. There is a tank with lamp oil in the cellar. The fat man cursed constantly, while he was about to pour lamp oil on the dead man who was hanging and lit their sky lanterns.

I thought it would be better if they burned, so that they would not harm people's lives in the future. But as soon as they got together, I found that there was a wall crack on the side wall. The wall crack was not cracked for a long time, but was specially reserved. There was still space behind the cellar, but it was just a dirt partition. I couldn't find it in the dark. In the crack of the wall on the dirt partition, two small green lights peeked at us behind the crack of the wall.
Chapter completed!