Chapter 155 (1/2)
After passing through the gate, a small, antique house similar to a quadrangle appeared in the originally empty darkness.
In the central courtyard, there are several thick and thin stone lamp posts of sea bowls, which are faintly showing orange light.
Curious, Chen Tuwa carefully looked into the shining hole at the top of the lamp post, which looked like a small pavilion. She found that what was put inside was not lamp oil, but craft candles. The candles looked like half a man and half a fish. They raised their hands, their faces were full of pain, and the flame came out of their palms.
Obviously, there was no wind in the underground courtyard, but the candlelight kept flickering, just like a dying soul.
”I see. This is the ghost house!” At this time, Ding Yang suddenly said in a startled voice.
”What the hell?” The tuwazi was confused.
”Ghostly Hell House... I've only heard of it. It's said that some tycoons or feng shui masters will spend a lot of money and material resources to build Ze Zi Yin sun's Feng Shui hell house before they die in order to ensure the prosperity of their family... However, once such things are built on the dead land, they will not only destroy their children and grandchildren, The yinzhai itself will also form a Feng Shui killing situation because of the gathering of a large number of angry ghosts, which is called the ghost yinzhai. Tut, I didn't expect that such rumors were true... ”
Ding Yang explained with an ugly face.
”He spent so much money to cut off his children and grandchildren... Is this man mentally ill?” Tuwazi couldn't help muttering.
But in this silent and terrible environment, muttering is no different from ordinary speech.
”I can't say that. After all, Feng Shui is a mysticism based on the terrain. If the terrain changes, feng shui will naturally change,” Ding Yang shook his head and continued to explain to Tu Wazi: ”as far as I know, it is recorded in the local chronicles that during the Manchu Dynasty, southern Chu used to fill lakes and land, which greatly changed the feng shui of the city, The style of this house is closer to that of the Ming Dynasty. It is obviously earlier than the time of filling the lake and making farmland. Maybe it is because of that that that the original geomantic treasure land has become a ghost house now. ”
”Is there any way to crack this?”
Tuwazi hurriedly asked.
”The body of the yinzhai is not big. If we had known this, we should just blow it up with high explosives from the outside before its ghost gas flows out.” Ding Yang said with a bitter smile: ”although there will be some trouble when the ghost gas diffuses to the surface after that, it will disappear with the sun sooner or later, which is much better than the current situation...”
Explosives... Yes, it's very scientific.
”What about now?”
”Seize the time to recall the beauty of life while you can breathe.”
“……”
When tuwazi was considering whether to choose a room to try his luck, the dark room suddenly began to shine with shocking light.
What's more frightening is that in the flash, you can occasionally see the thin and long figure reflected on the ground... But the luminous room is still empty, and you can't see the dark figure on the paper windows at all.
Gradually, every room began to hear the clattering sound of boards as windows opened and closed, and it became more and more urgent.
”This place is very bad. If you don't leave soon, you and that fool will be eaten alive...”
From the beginning, some absent-minded emperor looked dignified and looked around.
Chen Tuwa noticed that she seemed to be different from Ding Yang and himself. Her eyes were not blank and unfocused, but as if she were looking at 'what'.
It is probably because the 'what' can also detect the existence of the son of heaven, so so far, the other party has not caused substantive harm to them.
But Chen Tuwa knew very well that although the emperor was a supernatural creature, he was also a real man. He had nothing to do with him, not to mention this monster in the fierce land.
So after a few seconds of psychological struggle, Chen Tuwa took out the Tianzi sword from the mountaineering bag behind her, and then cut her palm with the sword blade in Ding Yang's eyes.
”Emperor, can you solve this situation now?”
Chen Tuwa whispered, feeling that her blood and physical strength were losing as soon as she took off.
But the son of heaven was just floating in the air, with a dull expression on his face.
A moment later, she looked at her hands and whispered, ”I... Remember.”
As soon as the voice fell, the emperor's sword in Chen Tuwa's hand jumped out of his hand and inserted in the middle of the courtyard.
Almost at the same time, the restless doors and windows suddenly quieted down. Even in the few lamp posts with unstable light, the candles were not jumping, but spreading light like real candles.
”Is this a solution?”
Chen Tuwa asked incredulously.
It feels like the emperor hasn't done anything.
”No, it's not solved...” the emperor sighed. Her tone was quite different from the previous feeling of lightness and slightly funny, giving people a sense of calmness: ”they all hid.”
”What's the matter? What the hell happened? ”
Ding Yang, who was still out of the situation because he couldn't see the emperor, asked hurriedly.
”Hiding?”
Chen Tuwa asked suspiciously, ”why do you hide?”
”Didn't this fool explain just now... The ghost house is the existence of a large amount of resentment. Once this kind of thing is faced with the existence of more powerful resentment, it will naturally hide because of instinct.”
The son of heaven looked sad: ”my body, the son of Heaven Sword, happens to exist like that.”
”That's great. With you, we can go out, right?” Chen Tuwa didn't notice the slightly sad look on each other's face because of the sudden good news, but was eager to try.
”Yes, you go.”
With a gentle wave of the emperor's hand, the thick ink like darkness outside the door immediately subsided, which means that the white light of the exit appeared there.