Ghost Blowing Lantern II

The light in the underground cellar was too dark, and the two small green lights disappeared in a flash. My head started to heat up, and I quickly jumped off the earthen kang without thinking too much, pushed aside the hanger hanging in front of me, and rushed to the one on the side of the wall. In the gap, we saw "Huang Xiangu" who had slipped away from our hands, clinging to the wall with her two front grips, peeking through the gap and peering into the room.

Behind the partition wall is also a large room built underground. However, there are no hanged people in this room. Instead, there are a row of dead yellow skins hanging. The legend of yellow skins exchanging lives with people has a long history. It is said that Huangpizi is an immortal who can harm people, bring misfortune to people, or charm people, but his abilities are limited. Even if Huangpizi, who has been practicing for hundreds of years, becomes a spirit, it is not easy for the elves in the mountains to become spirits. This so-called "becoming a spirit" is nothing more than being psychic over time, such as being able to understand people's speech, or imitating human forms and behaviors. However, people are born as human beings, so even if the old Huangpizi becomes a spirit, he still has It is much inferior to human beings who are the spirits of all things. No matter how powerful it is, it cannot kill people easily. If it wants someone's life, it must find a little yellow skin in the tribe to hang with that person. This Many people have heard of this kind of thing, but no one can tell the truth. Maybe Huangpizi confuses people's minds by producing a hypnotic effect through the special smell it secretes.

Yanzi, who grew up in the mountains, knows these things best, followed by Fatty. Fatty’s father once participated in the anti-bandit work in the Northeast before liberation. He knew a lot about the legends in the deep mountains and old forests of the Northeast, and told him some. The three of them I was the least knowledgeable among them. I didn’t know much about Huang Pizi at that time, but when I saw “Huang Fairy” lying behind the wall and sneaking around, I knew it was probably causing trouble, so I rushed over and caught it. I picked up the hind legs and lifted them up to take a look. I saw that the wires on the hind legs had not been broken, and the "muggle" was still blocked in its mouth. "Muggle" is a wild plant in the mountains, which is harmful to the tongue. Due to the anesthesia effect, if you catch a wild animal and put a "muggle" in its mouth, it will not be able to scream, its mouth and tongue will be paralyzed, and it will not be able to open its mouth to bite.

The fat man behind me also followed in, and I handed "Huang Fairy" into his hands. I couldn't let the little yellow skins escape this time. I looked at the yellow skins hanging in the back room, and there happened to be seven of them. The corpses of the three were still warm. They had just died not long ago. They must have been the three who wanted to trade their lives with us. The corpses of the other four were all shriveled and hard.

I suddenly remembered something and looked back at the smart little eyes of the "Huang Fairy" in the fat man's hand. Then I looked at the direction where we had just hung ourselves. I thought that at that time, Huang Pizi was obsessed with me and stretched his head to reach for the noose. I blew on the green will-o'-the-wisp in front of me and blew it out, so I survived. Now that I think about it, it was not a will-o'-the-wisp at all, but Huangpizi's eyes. I blew them out in the blink of an eye. After breaking the soul-obsessing spell, I couldn't let the thieving eyes stay open any longer, so I took out a leftover sticky bean bag, took out a piece, and glued the eyes of "Huang Fairy", and then I felt at ease. .

In the back room, everything is symmetrical to the front room. There is also an earthen kang. There is an ancient painting on top of the kang. The paper has turned dark yellow and the color of the painting is blurry, but you can still make out the painting on it. A human figure wearing a woman's ancient costume but with a yellow face is exactly the same as the clay sculpture on the altar table in the temple. It seems that this is the portrait of Wong Tai Sin, but in the painting, there is also a strange-shaped mouth drawn at the feet of the fairy. The box, that part of the picture is extremely blurry, and I can’t see it clearly no matter how I look at it. Local legend says that Wong Tai Sin has a box for carrying treasures. Could it be the box in the painting?

The fat man and I didn’t hesitate at all at that time, and immediately rummaged through the boxes in the house to find it. The underground cellar darkroom under the Wong Tai Sin Temple was intentionally designed to imitate a human living room, but its shape was very weird and there was an evil atmosphere everywhere. For example, the whole room had a It is divided into two, but it is completely symmetrical. Half of the wooden beams are hanging dead people and half are hanging dead weasels. All the weird things here are different from ordinary ones. We really want to see what is in the box. I had to bite the bullet and ignore those.

But the inner and outer rooms under the cellar were such a big place, and we had already searched them all over before and after, and there were no boxes or boxes. The fat man and I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. We heard the beams above our heads. From time to time, there were sounds of instigation. We held up the oil lamp and looked up. There were several criss-crossing wooden beams on the ceiling of the cellar, and there were large holes one after another on the dome higher up. I suddenly realized Judging from the direction and distance, this underground cellar that leads diagonally from Wong Tai Sin Temple has reached the bottom of the big mound of Huangpizi Tomb. The people crawling and making noise on it are all little yellowpipes. The cold wind in the cellar also flows in from the holes above.

I said to the fat man: "It seems that there must be something good in that box. The four hanging people in the outer room probably wanted to come in to dig for treasures, but they fell into the trap of the yellow leather and died in vain. Maybe they arrived I didn’t even understand what was going on. Fortunately, we caught the magician Huang Xiangu in advance and tortured her to only half her life, so that she wouldn’t be killed by her. I think if we hadn’t Taking advantage of this opportunity to find the box and open it, wouldn't it be a waste of this great opportunity? But there is also the worst possibility, that is, the group has other accomplices, and let the dead guy go first If you find a mine, and then you have reaped the benefits of the fisherman and dug up the box, then our joy will be in vain."

The fat man said to me discouragedly: "What good things can be in the boxes guarded by the big and small yellow men? Isn't it just a pile of chicken feathers and bones? Can we go through such trouble? In my opinion, this damn place will be burned down." Let's go back and have dinner as soon as possible." Yanzi had long wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, and also advised me: "I heard that there are things belonging to the mountain god hidden in that box. If a mortal sees it, it will cause disaster. Isn't this even the Wong Tai Sin Temple? Was it buried by the landslide? What else are you looking for? Go back to the forest farm quickly."

I listened to the two of them nagging in my ears, but my mind kept spinning. After they had almost finished speaking, I said to them: "You two, don't shake the morale of the army. I remember Yanzi just said, the gold veins in the mountains They all belong to Wong Tai Sin's old Huang family. I think the thing in that box is most likely gold, and..." At this point, I looked around the walls, paused and then said: "And in this room The four walls are empty, so only boxes and boxes can be hidden inside the fire pit."