In the alleys that are already full of history, this old house does not look out of place at all.
It blends in with its surroundings and is inconspicuous.
Several freedom-loving branches grew out of the high wall, and the new green leaves on them were as tender as children.
This kind of scene can only be enjoyed in the south during this season.
There are two knocking heads on the dilapidated wooden door, which are rusty and golden, which seems to indicate that this was once the house of a wealthy family.
Yan Shou stepped forward and knocked on the door a few times with the knocker.
Long Feicheng smiled and said: "Brother Yan, there is no one here. If you knock on the door, no one will open the door for you. I have the key!"
"You don't understand this. A house that has been unoccupied for a long time has a high probability of becoming a temporary residence for lonely ghosts. Before a living person returns home, regardless of whether there is anyone at home, he must knock on the door to remind the family."
"Things', let them know that the owner here is back and tell them to move. If you break in rashly, they will think you are rude and may even retaliate against you."
Yan Shou paused and then said:
"Besides, we already know that there is a ghost in this house, and you still barged in. Isn't it obvious that you don't want to show any dignity?"
After hearing this, Long Feicheng felt that Yan Shouyi was right, so he simply gave the key to Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi knocked on the door three more times slowly, appearing very polite.
A knock on the door that is too hasty will offend the owner.
After waiting for a while, Yan Shouyi took the initiative to unlock the door with the key.
"Old man, we're in!" he shouted as he pushed the door open.
The first thing you see when you open the door is a screen wall, on which is engraved a picture of a dragon and a tiger ascending. The dragon and tiger are lifelike and majestic. Just looking at it can make people feel the breath coming towards them.
"This old man is really not simple." Yan Shouyi was secretly surprised.
Just a screen wall has such momentum. Regardless of whether the screen wall was carved by the old man himself, it shows that the old man is extraordinary.
The house was quiet, there was no sound at all.
Yan Shou stepped over the threshold and walked a few steps in. On his right was a small landscape with a welcoming pine planted there.
The welcoming pine grows gratifyingly, but is not cluttered, as if someone had deliberately pruned it.
But it was clear that no living person had entered the house for a long time.
On the left hand side is a screen door, which leads into the outer courtyard, and further inside is a second entrance door, which leads directly to the inner courtyard.
Long Feicheng stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, this screen wall looks good, and the welcoming pine... Even if we can't get this house in a while, at worst, we can dig up the screen wall or the welcoming pine, and we should be able to sell it.
Less money!”
Yan Shouyi couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you think that old man will agree?"
"So what if I don't agree? A living person can still choke to death with urine. This welcoming pine is right at the door. I hugged it and ran out. Can he stop me?"
Long Feicheng had no idea how dangerous what he said was.
After he finished speaking, he walked in triumphantly.
As a result, just as I was about to walk through the screen door, I suddenly heard the sound of a group of children laughing and joking.
He lowered his head and saw a group of pale-faced children wearing red bellybands running towards him with bare feet.
Long Feicheng had seen ghosts several times, and he immediately recognized that these children were not living people.
For a moment, he was frozen in place, not daring to move.
Who knew that those children were running straight towards Long Feicheng. When they ran in front of him, they jumped up and punched his crotch!
"Fuck!"
Long Feicheng, who had just recovered, was knocked down by this punch, and his whole body was twitching in pain.
When Yan Shouyi, Huang Hai and Zhou Yuquan saw this, they quickly gave way to the imps.
Some of the children were holding rattles, some were holding hoops, and some were holding balls, and they ran out of the house in a swarm of laughter.
As soon as they left the house, their figures disappeared.
"Yan, Brother Yan, did you see it just now?"
Long Feicheng struggled to stand up and said angrily:
"That brat is too wicked. Lend me two palm thunder talismans and I will kill those little bastards!"
Yan Shou patted him on the shoulder: "You'd better save it, you dare to mess with the kid, are you afraid that they will pester you? That was just a small lesson. If they get serious, I will make them three times."
point."
"Isn't that right? Is the kid so cruel?"
"What do you think? These little devils are not ordinary. They have red bellybands and long-lasting peach heads. They look like typical resentful orphans who were stillborn. Even though they are small, they have quite a temper and ability."
Huang Hai also said: "Besides, the resentful orphans are usually very ferocious and will take revenge on others if they are slightly unhappy. But for some reason, they didn't seem to be interested in us just now."
Zhou Yuquan said: "It's not just that they are not interested, I think their personalities seem to have improved."
Yan Shouyi also felt the same.
This group of resentful orphans will not appear in the old house for no reason, maybe it has something to do with the old ghost.
Was it the old ghost who trained the resentful orphans to be like this?
Yan Shou picked up Long Feicheng and led him inside.
After passing the second entrance, there is a pond in the center of the middle courtyard with a small arch bridge over the pond.
Strangely, there were two fishing rods placed on the empty arch bridge.
In the pond, fat koi carps swam around, and several turtles climbed onto the water lilies to bask in the sun.
"It seems like someone has been taking care of it here." Huang Hai said in surprise.
"Where is the old ghost?" Long Feicheng looked around.
Yan Shouyi looked at the fishing rods on the bridge from a distance.
Suddenly, he noticed a familiar symbol on the fishing rod.
A lifelike ox.
This is the mark of the object his grandpa made!
Yan Shoudun was pleasantly surprised when he saw this sign.
If the fishing rod belongs to Lao Gui, then Lao Gui must have some friendship with his grandfather!
So Yan Shou walked straight to the bridge and shouted loudly:
"Old senior, I am Yan Shouyi, the descendant of Luban, my father's name is Yan Qiu, and my grandfather's name is Yan Baixiang!"
The voice echoed in the yard, but no one responded to him.
The three people from Long Feicheng also kept looking around, trying to catch a glimpse of the legendary old man.
Seeing no one responded, Yan Shouyi shouted a few more times.
But the result is still the same as before.
Huang Hai said: "Is it possible that the old ghost has expired and his soul is gone?"
Zhou Yuquan said: "Or maybe he didn't follow the rules and went out?"
Long Feicheng laughed: "I also said that he knew that Long Feicheng was coming and was so scared that he hid!"
Bang!
As soon as Long Feicheng finished speaking, a kid came out of nowhere and punched him in the crotch again!
Long Feicheng couldn't help screaming, covering his crotch and cursing:
"Damn you brat, where did you come from? Didn't your parents teach you to be polite? What kind of routine is it to specialize in the lower third way?"
This little ghost appears and appears, and always retaliates when Long Feicheng slanders the old ghost, which shows that the old ghost has not disappeared.
Yan Shouyi frowned and his eyes fell on the fishing rod at his feet.
He silently picked up the fishing rod.
But the moment he picked up the fishing rod, the surrounding environment suddenly changed!
The yard is still the same yard, and the pond is still the same pond, but Long Feicheng and the others have disappeared.
The sky was gray, and there were things like ashes floating in the air.
Yan Shouyi felt anxious and was about to go out: "Xiaolong?!"
Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
The hand was horribly cold, and it was obviously not the hand of a living person.
Yan Shou regained his composure, first tilted his head and saw the skinny, bloodless hand on his shoulder.
When he turned around again, he saw an old man squatting on the bridge fishing next to him, holding another fishing rod.
Yan Shou looked at the fishing rod in his hand and understood immediately.
Only by holding this fishing rod can you see this old man.
The identity of this old man is obviously the mysterious old man in the story told by Huang Hai and others.