Chapter 1086 This trip is difficult to survive


Chapter 1086: This trip is difficult

The eyes start from the east and end in the west.

Funeral Street has no streets, only alleys.

On New Year's Day, this dirty alley was filled with flying confetti and smoke.

In the fires that have not been extinguished, there are yellow papers with red edges, which were burned from the Yang world and sent to the underworld, from birth to death.

But their death was not simple.

When Ji Li put one foot from the car on the ground, dark clouds rolled in from the sky, and the first drop of rain fell on the upper of his shoe.

Then, the paper-burning people at the entrance of the alley stuffed the unopened yellow paper into the fire.

The yellow paper that was not fully burned, the popping sound of plastic bags, and the billowing smoke were everywhere.

The yellow paper on the bottom layer is suffering, the yellow paper on the middle layer is caught in the attack, and the yellow paper on the top layer is swaying in the wind...

Circles appeared on the khaki floor tiles, and the raindrops moistened the ground. They were densely packed and looked like dots. It was the invasion of the sky from the ground.

Huang Banxian collected the change and stood in the funeral alley after getting off the car, his withered face showing seriousness for the first time.

Just now, he finally made a prediction for Ji Li.

Huang Banxian is actually not very good at fortune-telling. He doesn't have much ability in the first place, and his predictions are wrong eight times out of ten.

If he didn't use that tortoise shell sinful object for divination, he would be just an ordinary fake Taoist priest.

But this time, he used his own methods, but got a disappointing result.

He seemed to have really calculated Ji Li's fate, and it didn't look like he was lying.

Lifting his turbid eyes upward, he saw a natural vision. At this critical moment, a storm was about to come.

"It rains and snows, so there will be disaster..."

"The last time Zhang Huairen held an event was seven or eight years ago, people in the industry even thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, this person named Zhang was also on good terms with Wu Zhengsi, so he must have some real abilities. ”

Zhang Huairen lived in the center of this funeral street and opened a small shop.

It is said that he is good at fortune-telling calculations, four pillars and eight characters, yin and yang and five elements.

Huang Banxian didn't know this person well, that's why he said the above words.

But just looking at the environment where he lives, you can tell that Zhang Huairen is not good at collecting money.

But there is no causal relationship between whether you have the ability and whether you can make money.

Late at night on New Year's Day, two figures visiting in the rain came to this shop without a name and knocked on the door.

Ji Li looked at the lock hanging on the iron gate and knocked on the door again and again.

The raindrops, which are still pattering now, rarely fall on the lock.

He could see that the lock head facing inward was covered with dust, as if no one had touched it for a long time, but there was a fingerprint on the front.

This shows that this lock was locked recently.

The lock is facing inward, indicating that the store is locked from the inside, which means Zhang Huairen should be at home.

At the same time, Huang Banxian held the iron gate with one hand and his eyes fell on the five colorful ropes hanging by the door.

Five colorful ropes are on the left, and a string of Five Emperors coins swaying in the wind hang on the right side of the door.

This made Huang Banxian interested. He leaned on the iron gate and looked into the house along the crack in the door.

In the darkness, a small open space was vaguely visible. Looking in, there was a steep staircase leading directly to the second floor.

Huang Banxian's expression changed, he slowly withdrew his gaze, swallowed, and whispered:

"Sitting northeast and facing southwest, heading towards the ghost gate and ghost house..."

He took two steps back and looked at the store from a more macro perspective, with a puzzled look on his face:

"The first floor is a shop, and the second floor is a house. They are separated by stairs. They can be separated but cannot be separated clearly.

The iron gate is facing the big house, and the gate is facing the stairs, which is facing the three evil spirits. This is the evil spirit that penetrates the heart..."

Ji Li is knocking on the door.

The banging of the wooden door was mixed with the rattling of the iron gate, and the raindrops were getting heavier. Listening to Huang Banxian's description, he felt uneasy in his heart.

If Zhang Huairen is really a master of numerology, then the place where he lives should definitely not be like this.

This reminded him of Wu Zhengsi, who died tragically not long ago.

But the current situation is completely different from Wu Zhengsi's dilapidated Feng Shui situation. Wu Zhengsi's Feng Shui pattern was created by him. It can be said that he has all the good feng shui. There is no problem with the pattern. It is only the destruction of the root ghosts that leads to disasters.

But Zhang Huairen's funeral parlor, from the location, location to layout, the most dangerous and dangerous thing, Chuanxinsha, was already broken from the beginning.

Huang Banxian's eyes were on the colorful rope on the left, and the Five Emperors Money on the right moved back and forth, touching the goatee on his chin, and said quietly:

"Although the combination of auspicious ropes and Five Emperors coins can calm the house, it can only calm the heart for a while.

Zhang Huairen is not Wu Zhengsi. He understands numerology, destiny, and fate best.

Why didn't he intervene in such a simple vicious situation? ”

He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was dead silence in the house.

Ji Li retreated to Huang Banxian's side and looked up at the window upstairs.

From the outside, the only window on the second floor was covered with newspapers from the inside, completely blocking it.

It seemed that Zhang Huairen was not at home because of his unlucky arrival.

But Ji Li still chose to trust his own judgment after looking at the details on the lock.

"Prying the lock."

……

Picking a lock is a common thing for the store clerk, so when the rain was not too heavy, the two entered the room.

As soon as he entered the house, there was a deafening thunder in the sky outside, followed by crackling rain.

In just five minutes from getting off the car to entering the house, the rain went from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour now.

Both of them were attracted by the sudden huge thunder. When they turned around, Ji Li's pupils shrank suddenly.

The thunder was accompanied by lightning, bringing a moment of light in this room with the lights turned off.

Ji Li finally knew what business Zhang Huairen was running in this store.

He sells coffins.

This small shop, which is only a dozen square meters, actually has seven coffins.

Perhaps because the space is too small, three of them are stacked on top of each other, three more are hung vertically in the air, and only one coffin is lying flat on the ground.

Near the coffin, there are countless yellow papers and ghost coins, and there are several colorful human figures in the shadows, silently peeping.

"That's not right. This... he has made so many coffins. Can he sell them in the city?"

Huang Banxian was also puzzled. Shanming City had not allowed burial for a long time, and no one dared to use it in the urban area. Shops selling coffins should not have existed long ago.

"Boom!"

Another huge thunder sounded, as if it was exploding in people's ears, making people feel terrified.

Ji Li frowned and raised his head. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that the whole house shook for a moment because of the huge thunder.

What happened next made him realize that this was not an illusion.

At the same time as the thunder sounded, two paper-tied figures hidden in the corner slowly appeared in their eyes. They were knocked down by the thunder and their faces fell to the ground.

I didn't see their faces, but from the red and blue paint, I can see the fine workmanship of the paper figures.

Amidst the thunder and falling rain, there is a dark house and two paper figures. God's will seems to have given instructions in the dark.

Huang Banxian subconsciously glanced at Ji Li beside him, waiting for his decision.

If Zhang Huairen is really not at home, then their visit this time will be meaningless, not to mention...

What's more, everyone can now see that something is wrong with this house!

Huang Banxian was in the evil situation of Chuan Xin, and there were seven more coffins gathering Yin Qi. The room was damp and cold, so it was easy for ghosts to gather, not to mention that there was already a ghost beside them.

Now, two more paper figures appeared who were knocked to the ground by the thunder, and he already had the intention of retreating.

"Do you still remember your life..."

Ji Li's right face remained expressionless, but his blocked left eye was filled with bloodshot eyes that suppressed madness. He didn't speak, but something rang in his heart.

The fate calculated by Huang Banxian can be interpreted as the fate of Ji Li's life, and it can also be understood as the life and death of this trip.

"I always regret that this body is not mine. What if I have talent but no life?"

This trip is hard to survive.

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