Volume 1 Chapter 010: Jing Shenhan
I went over and took out the incense stick, holding it in my hand, and walked around the room, but no matter where I was, the smoke didn't drift at all. I was sweating profusely on my forehead. This was really against common sense!
"You guessed right. I tampered with this house, and you almost broke out before. But just now, I used a different tactic." The dead face's voice came without any fluctuations.
I held the incense in my hand, and the more I walked, the more frightened I became, with cold sweats pouring down my face. This damned trick of the eyes, couldn't it just affect people's eyes and senses, could it really cause a shift in space?
This is impossible, this clearly goes against my basic worldview!
Even after three incense sticks had burned out, I still had no clue. I was sweating all over and sat on the ground as if I had been fished out of the water.
"What a blockhead!" The dead face's emotionless voice came, "Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it's just that you don't understand it."
I collapsed on the ground with my legs up in the air, gasping for breath. This dead-faced man was talking a lot of nonsense, pretending to be mysterious, just like a charlatan!
I got up from the ground and was about to ask him why he captured me, but then I found that the man was gone and the chair was empty.
I was so scared that my face turned pale and I quickly searched the whole house, but the man was really gone, disappeared without a trace.
What the hell! I calmed down and figured it out. There was something strange in this room. It was probably a ghost wall. My family has been dealing with the dead for a long time, so we are not unfamiliar with ghost walls.
The so-called "ghost wall" generally refers to the situation where one loses track of direction when walking at night or in the suburbs, keeps walking in circles, and some serious cases cannot even walk out until death. Two years ago, we received a case of a person who died of fright while walking at night. When we examined his body, we found that there were dense footprints within five steps of the place , all of which were left by him.
That is to say, before he died, he kept walking in circles within five steps. Uncle San judged at that time that this person encountered "ghost wall".
People in our line of work always encounter many inexplicable strange things, and this "ghost wall" is one of them. Of course, our line of work also has its own unique skills, and my uncle once taught me how to break the ghost wall.
I looked around the room, and then tried to find the center of the room. I stood there, closed my eyes, and turned ten times in place. After I had completely forgotten where I was standing, I took a step toward the direction I was currently facing.
After taking three consecutive steps, turn your body 90 degrees counterclockwise, take another three steps forward, then turn 90 degrees counterclockwise again, and continue moving forward.
This is the simplest and most practical way to break the ghost wall. I was trained by my uncle before, so I am not unfamiliar with it. Judging from the size of this room, the range of the ghost wall is not particularly large. Logically, after turning it nineteen times, I should be able to get out.
I was full of confidence, but when I turned for the sixteenth time, my head hit the wall with a bang. The pain was so severe that I saw stars and almost fell down.
Shit, this method failed!
I was exhausted and hungry after searching the whole house for a long time, but I couldn't find anything to eat. This place was so spooky and weird that it was really frustrating.
Time kept passing. I was imprisoned here, unable to see day or night. I only knew that I had changed the candles on the candlesticks no less than twenty times. I was hungry and thirsty, and my whole body began to dehydrate, and my consciousness became dull and blurred.
The only thing I could do was to try to maintain my strength and wait for Uncle San to come and save me. I found a place against the wall, sat cross-legged, closed my eyes and began to regulate my breathing.
The so-called "breathing regulation" is a term taught to me by my third uncle. The key points of the movement are to sit cross-legged on the ground, straighten your back, relax your whole body, and then consciously control your breathing so that it reaches a deep, fine, even, long, natural and lively state.
This has two effects in our industry.
First, if you encounter strange things during the burial or on the way to transport the corpse, it is very likely that your mind is confused or you have fallen into an illusion. At this time, you must use breathing techniques to adjust your breathing and thereby adjust your state of consciousness.
Second, you can use breathing techniques to lower your breathing rate and heart rate, thereby minimizing physical exertion.
Maybe I was too tired, after practicing the breathing for ten beats, I fell asleep. I seemed to open my eyes in a daze, and then I saw a girl with long hair walking in front of me.
I wanted to call her, but found that no sound came out. The girl had long hair covering her face, her head drooped, and she was not wearing any clothes. Water kept dripping down her naked body, and the water kept falling on the bluestone floor, making a dripping sound.
She walked slowly in the room with her head drooped and her arms hanging down, dragging her steps in a strange way. The way she walked was so strange that I couldn't help but feel the hair on my head standing on end after watching her for a few times.
At first my attention was completely attracted by the girl, but after watching her for a long time, I found that her seemingly random movements were actually regular.
I noticed that the footprints she made on the bluestone slabs were very clear, forming a complex and regular path.
I opened my eyes wide, staring at the footprints intently, trying my best to imprint them in my mind. The girl walked back and forth a few times, and suddenly raised her head and looked at me. Although her face was completely covered by her black hair and I couldn't see her eyes at all, my heart still jumped violently and I suddenly woke up from my confusion.
When he looked inside the house again, the girl's footprints had disappeared without a trace. The floor inside the house was dry as before, without any trace of water.
I didn't care about anything else, I quickly closed my eyes and sorted out the footprints I had just written down in my mind. Then I got up from the ground, starting from the first footprint, stepping on the place where the girl walked, repeating her walking route.
After walking through a tortuous and complicated route, I stood in front of a wall. Without hesitation, I took a step towards the wall.
At the same time, the view in front of me suddenly became clear, and the cool night breeze blew towards me. I blinked, and saw only a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the cold moonlight fell on me.
Looking back, I saw a mud house behind me with a thatched roof. In front of me was a doorway without a door, and looking through it, I could see the wooden tables and chairs inside.
I was still terrified. What I had just experienced was really bizarre. The door was clearly there, but I couldn't see it even from inside the house. What was so strange about it?
I stared at the doorway, and had the urge to go in and take a look. In the end, reason overcame curiosity. If I couldn't get out after entering, I would starve to death in there.
I looked around and found that I was in a rather large yard with a wall covered with moss and creepers. The yard was empty except for the gray-black soil. There was not a single weed in sight, and no noisy insects were chirping. It was eerily quiet.
About ten steps away from the house, I found a well. This well was built with stone slabs and had eight corners. This kind of well is called an octagonal well, which is not common in our area. The stone slabs were gray in color, and were obviously quite old.
I was so thirsty that my lips were chapped, and my eyes lit up when I saw a well. But this well was very strange, with a large bluestone pressing down on the well mouth, and some talismans and money for the dead scattered around.
People in our line of work are most sensitive to talismans and ghost money. Look at this situation, this is not a well, it looks a bit like a tomb!
I walked around the octagonal well several times, and suddenly I remembered the girl covered in water that I had seen in the dim light. Then I looked at the well again, and inexplicably felt a strange feeling in my heart.
I originally wanted to escape from this damn place as quickly as possible, but after taking a few steps, I couldn't help but turn back and used all my strength to push away the bluestone that was pressing on the wellhead.
I lay down at the mouth of the well and looked inside. I felt a cold air coming up from the well, which made me shiver.
It’s so cold!
Looking down, the well was pitch black. Even with the moonlight tonight, I couldn't see the deepest part. I walked around the yard found a large bundle of ropes in a corner near the octagonal well. After a closer look, I found that the other end of the rope was tied to a big locust tree outside the yard.
I picked up the bundle of rope and estimated that it was several dozen meters long. I pulled the rope and it should be tied very firmly. I leaned over the well mouth and looked into the well for a long time, then pulled one end of the rope and slowly let it down.
When the rope was fully untied and stretched, he pulled it up again. At the end of the rope, about ten meters were soaked in water. From this, we could roughly estimate the depth of the well. Regardless of the depth of the water, the part without water was about twenty meters.
I have never seen such a deep well.
