Volume 1 Chapter 067 Entering the Storage Room
I was just thinking about how to tell her that I wanted to move to the funeral home and what excuse I should make. But now, before I even opened my mouth, she blocked me. But I didn't have any hope for this. If wash her clothes? Who would cook for her? It would be strange if she agreed.
"Then you will prepare lunch yourself?" I heard her ask me to prepare breakfast before going out, but didn't mention lunch. Could it be that this woman understands that I work hard and will prepare lunch herself?
Qingzi said: "I won't eat lunch."
I was speechless. This woman is really lazy ! These hands are really beautiful, but they just don't work.
Although I will start work tomorrow, I will still be thrown into the cold bone well at night. I am now awake and can let go of my hands and lie on my back on the rope for more than a breath, but this woman's requirements have also been improved. My progress can never keep up with her changes.
But after this period of time, I became more and more accustomed to lying on the rope. Qingzi pointed casually at this place and asked me to hang the hemp rope, but later I gradually realized that the hemp rope was in a very strange position.
When I could lie on my back on the rope for more than a breath without the help of my hands and feet, I gradually began to have this strange feeling.
It can be said that the bedroom I live in is the place with the most yin energy in the whole building. In other words, it can also be said to be the yin eye of this place. This building was originally built on a pile of corpses, and there is a yin pool under the pile of corpses. After being tampered with, the yin energy accumulated in the yin pool for countless years went straight through the pile of corpses and seeped into the ground again.
Although I have no idea what happened to this place, I have gained some insights from looking through the pile of books left by Dead Face these days. I guess that someone has secretly changed the layout of this house or even under the house, and set up some weird formation.
Back then, the child who was suspected to be my third uncle and the sorcerer surnamed Wen came once and dug up the three human jars buried underground, which should have broken part of the formation. As for why they didn't just break the entire formation, the reason is unknown. Maybe it was because the formation was too powerful and they were not capable of it, or because of some unavoidable factors, they could not break the formation.
After so many years, the various reasons are no longer known. Although there have been no major problems since we moved in, neither the Duan family nor the Chen family died as soon as they moved in. Instead, the incident happened after they had lived there for a while.
If this problem is not solved, we will never live in peace. I also took advantage of Qingzi's cheerful mood after buying clothes and asked her about the house indirectly, but she always said coldly: "Think about it yourself."
Damn woman! If I could figure it out myself, would I need to ask you?
After being asked several times, I stopped asking and just flipped through the pile of books left by the dead face every day, fiddling with them and pondering over them, but I still haven't figured out the reason. However, I am basically certain that the room I am living in now is probably the center of this evil formation.
I saw this sentence in a note of Dead Face: The center of the formation is the strongest and weakest point of the formation. It means that the center of the formation is the core of the formation, which is used to pull and activate the entire formation. As long as the center of the formation is broken, the formation will be broken, so it is the weakest point. But on the other hand, the center of a formation must contain the most powerful power of the formation. Living in this room now is like sitting on a barrel of explosives, which may be reduced to ashes at any time.
The whole room would become unusually cold at some point during the night. The time was not fixed, it could be early or late, short or long, sometimes even several times a night. But the place where this rope was located had a basically constant temperature and was not affected by the cold. If Qingzi, that dead woman, didn't know the reason, I would never believe it.
After spending a long time on the rope, especially when it is late at night and everyone is relaxed, I can gradually feel the subtle changes in the energy around the rope. I found a trick: as long as my body can keep the same frequency with the constantly changing energy, the rope can keep its balance even when I lie on my back.
I later guessed that the trick to sleeping on a rope is not to struggle with the rope like jugglers, but to feel the changes in the energy around you and let your body move with the energy. This way you will naturally be as steady as a rock on the rope.
It's just that thinking about it is one thing, and doing it is another. So far, I can only lie flat on the rope for one breath, no more than two breaths, while awake. As for sleeping on the rope, I dare not even think about it.
Another strange thing about this house is that when the Yin Qi is strong in the middle of the night, the figures of the two ghost girls Lin Wenjing and Liu Nan can be reflected. This is a bit like the phenomenon of spiritual mirror reflection mentioned in the Dead Face Notes. It is because of the abnormal level of Yin Qi that a special mirror is formed in the space, reflecting some things that are not normally visible. However, it is only a bit like it, and it is hard to say whether it is the spiritual mirror reflection.
The shadows of the two ghost girls have always stood there side by side. In the dark night, only the white outlines of their bodies can be seen. Sometimes when I am too sleepy and dazed while lying on the rope, I always get scared when I see the two shadows. It is a good way to refresh my mind.
As I was thinking about all these random things, I fell asleep and suddenly fell off the rope, landing flat on my face.
I got up early the next morning. Qingzi's clothes were always washed at night, and I prepared breakfast for her. I grabbed two buns, put on my backpack, and hurried out. It takes about 20 minutes to drive from here to Ronghua Funeral Home, plus the walking distance, it still takes a lot of time. After all, it's the first day of work, it's not good to be late.
This is the first time in my life that I have worked properly. Although I have been with my uncle to attend funerals for a long time, it is a family business and does not count. Sitting in the car, I was particularly excited, wondering what my uncle would think if he knew.
I hurried to the entrance of Ronghua Funeral Home, and saw that the big iron door was still tightly closed. I shouted at the door a few times, but no one answered. It was exactly the same as yesterday.
I waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door, so I had to use the same trick again and climbed over the iron door to get in. The whole funeral home was quiet, without any sound. Because of the heavy yin energy, it was very cool, more comfortable than entering an air-conditioned room.
After a round, it was exactly the same as yesterday. There was no one in the huge funeral home. Normally, my job is to be a makeup artist, a soldier in the corpse makeup room. On the first day, I should go to the corpse makeup room to report to the white-haired woman. But somehow, I was a little scared of that woman, so I thought I should go and meet with Ma Lao Da, Yan Zi and the others first.
I didn't know where the others were at that time, so I went to the morgue again, thinking that I would find Shou Zhugan first, and then let him take me to find Boss Ma and the others. But when I got there, I found that although the door of the morgue was open, Shou Zhugan was not there. There was only one body left in the room. I lifted the shroud and saw that it was the man with the iron spike in his chest. I didn't know where the woman who was pregnant with the snake fetus was sent to.
I had no choice but to leave the room and walk a little further, passing a small bungalow hidden under two large mulberry trees. Seeing that the door was also ajar, I walked over. On the door hung a small wooden sign with the words "House Storage" written in red handwriting.
The so-called storage room is actually a place to store urns. I stood at the door and looked at the two large mulberry trees with lush branches and leaves behind the house. I thought that our funeral home is quite special, with both mulberry trees and locust trees. There is really no need to worry about bad luck.
