Seeing Wu Laoer knocking on the door, it immediately opened the door.
It was raining heavily outside, and Wu Laoer was soaked in the rain, but he was obviously holding something in his arms and wrapped it in clothes. Rosner knew that there must be something inside.
After drinking a glass of foreign wine and warming up the fire, Wu Laoer calmed down and took out the things.
In Rosner's eyes, this is a small house carved from black wood.
"What is this?" Rosner was curious.
"Shrines are things dedicated to gods and Buddhas. It's a good thing. You can estimate the price. If it's suitable, you can take your stuff away right away." Wu Laoer hoped to make a lot of money from this.
Rosner immediately picked it up and studied it.
In the past few years in China, countless antiques and artworks have been stolen and sold, many of which were sold at extremely high prices at international auctions. Rosner, a small businessman who was originally unknown, not only made a lot of money
, and its reputation is also very loud.
The current market situation is that as long as he has the goods in hand, he doesn't have to worry about selling them.
As long as the wind is released, buyers will come to you soon.
The wooden shrine in Rosner's hand looks like a miniature temple.
The workmanship is very exquisite.
It seems to be made of black wood, but there is no sign of decay at all. However, because it was just unearthed, it smells like a putrid smell from a tomb.
But it's the smell that proves it's genuine.
Soon, Rosner discovered that there was a black sculpture in this 'small temple'.
It was the image of a green-faced evil ghost with fangs.
"That's not right. Since it is a shrine, something dedicated to your Chinese gods and Buddhas, it should contain some gods. How could it be this kind of thing?" Rosner was also very shrewd, and he began to find fault.
It's not that he doesn't want the item, but he wants to bargain.
Wu Laoer is even more charming. He grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "Lao Luo, we are so familiar with each other, so you should stop doing this to me. To be honest, you have made a lot of money from me over the years.
Master, I don’t plan to do the work in the fields anymore. If you give me a good price this time, I will retire. I will also go to the Southern Bird Country with you, buy a piece of land, plant bananas, and find some foreign girls to make it comfortable.
Live the rest of your life.”
Rosner thought for a while: "Don't worry about the price. We are so familiar with each other and we won't cheat you. But you have to explain this to me. You know that I like your Chinese culture very much, especially the culture of ancient China. You and me
Let me tell you, why is there an evil ghost enshrined in this shrine?"
How did Wu Laoer know this? He made up a nonsense story, and Rosner believed it.
"It's raining heavily outside. I'll stay here tonight." Wu Laoer felt relieved after receiving the money. He glanced at the wind and rain outside the window and said.
"Okay." Rosner agreed.
Late at night.
Wu Laoer, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up. He heard something moving outside the house.
But when Wu Laoer woke up, he found that the house had changed.
The rain stopped outside, but it seemed darker, and he smelled a familiar rotten smell.
That's a smell that can only be smelled in ancient tombs.
Wu Laoer was stunned for a moment.
He reacted quickly and reached out to touch the revolver under the pillow. He spent a lot of money to buy this gun. After all, those who work in their profession must have strong men.
But this touch made him panic.
It's gone.
His first reaction was that it was impossible. With his alertness, he would know immediately if someone entered the house, let alone secretly take away his gun.
At this time, Wu Laoer heard something moving in the house.
"Is there anyone?"
He was tense and stared straight ahead.
The place in front was dark and he couldn't see anything, but he was sure that there was something over there.
Then he heard some strange noises, like something scratching at the door.
At first Wu Laoer thought it was someone scratching at his door, but he soon discovered that it wasn't.
He braved it and took a closer look. Old man Wu was confused.
In his house, there was actually a coffin.
It feels like it was just dug out of the ground, with dirt still on it.
Wu Laoer's mind suddenly went blank.
He recognized it. He had seen this coffin before. He had seen this coffin and that shrine when he went to the ground two days ago. He had taken it out of the coffin.
But now, the coffin kept making noises, as if there were people inside.
When it comes to daring to go underground and rob tombs, Wu Laoer is quite courageous.
But at this moment, he also panicked.
Very scared.
The more someone like him is, the more afraid he is of this kind of thing. This coffin seems to be the embodiment of all his fears.
"Then, did you open the coffin?" Lin Mo couldn't help but ask after hearing this.
The situation at that time must have been due to the pollution incident, and Wu Laoer entered a nightmare.
And that coffin was a nightmare turned into by his fear.
Judging from what Lin Mo currently knows, the strength of the nightmare is largely related to the fear value that created it. Simply put, when a timid person enters the nightmare world, his fear value is very small, and this is how he was born.
The nightmares are very average, usually F or D level.
If a person is brave, his fear value will be high, and the nightmare born from this will be stronger.
Later, many nightmares can also increase their ratings by devouring each other.
But with Wu Laoer's courage at that time, his fear level must have been extremely high, and the nightmare he gave birth to was definitely not trivial.
Under normal circumstances, that nightmare would have been at least Class B initially. Wu Laoer was in the same room with it, so the possibility of survival was extremely slim.
"No!" Wu Laoer shook his head: "I was woken up by another voice, and then I realized that everything just now was just a dream."
After saying that, Wu Laoer looked at Rosner over there: "He was the one who woke me up. I didn't know the situation at the time, but I opened the door for him. This grandson didn't say anything, and hit me directly on the head.
gun."
"That's because I'm possessed by an evil spirit." Rosner declared.
It means that your death of Wu Laoer has nothing to do with me, Rosner.
Lin Mo looked at Rosner, indicating that you should continue.
"That night, I also had a dream. I dreamed that the evil spirit in the shrine came out. It attacked me and bit me. I pretended to be dead and escaped. Later, I vaguely saw myself holding a gun.
Killed everyone in the house and dumped their bodies in a cellar in the yard."
Rosner seemed to recall some of his painful memories: "That was not done by me, but by the evil spirit. It possessed me and killed everyone. Finally, it took control of my body and crawled into
cellar, and then pulled the trigger on his head."
Although it was just a narration, Lin Mo could imagine the horrific scene at that time.
According to Nie Hong's story, the first owner of Black Sheep Mansion disappeared mysteriously. Everyone thought he had returned to China, but he did not expect to die in the cellar.
Maybe there are still their bodies in that cellar now.
"Where's the shrine?"
"Also in the cellar."
Seemingly sensing Lin Mo's plan, Rosner said at this time: "Don't think about it. The shrine should have been taken away by Mr. Li. What we talked about just now was also discussed with Mr. Li."
Lin Mo knew that Rosner was right, but it was still necessary to investigate after going out, just in case something was discovered.
"Now that Mr. Li is mentioned, tell me what kind of person he is." Lin Mo continued to ask for advice.
"A very special person." Rosner pondered for a while, then raised his head and stared at Lin Mo: "Speaking of which, he looks a bit like you!"