My retirement life in Neon

Chapter 76

"Is this the house you mentioned?" Lin Zi'an looked at the wooden house in front of him, and then turned to look at the village in the distance.

"Yes, do you want to go in? We don't have the key." Yuankou Fan nodded. She found that the closer she got to here, the more she had a very strange feeling, and it became stronger and stronger.

It was as if someone was calling her in.

"It's okay, take me to see the tree where the man was hanged." Lin Zi'an mentioned another person.

The tree was just behind the house, less than 10 meters away. It was a strange pine tree, and the footprints on the ground were almost destroyed by the rain in the past few days. It was no longer valuable.

"Let's go, let's go in and take a look." Lin Zi'an went directly to the back door of the house and tried to open it.

Seeing that the back door was locked, Lin Zi'an walked around outside and then climbed in through the window.

"Don't bother, they are not fools, why would they not close the door!" Yuankou Fan wanted to persuade Lin Zi'an to give up, but when he looked at Lin Zi'an again, he had already gone in.

After a while, the door behind was opened by Lin Zian.

"Come in now."

"Hey!" Yuankou Fan was a little confused. Why did he get slapped in the face? "Wait for me." She didn't dare to stay outside by herself, so she had to follow him in.

Because he was trespassing, Lin Zian didn't dare to turn on the light, for fear of being seen by the villagers, but fortunately it didn't rain today, so the light was good.

It's called a house, but in fact Lin Zian thinks it's not an exaggeration to call it a yard. Because it's a wooden structure, there is only one floor plus an attic, but it occupies a large area, just like the spacious courtyards of the rich people in the old times.

It seems that this family was rich before, but the history of two or three hundred years is a bit fake. Lin Zian thinks that these woods are no more than a hundred years old, unless they have been rebuilt.

The two came to the hall, but it had been cleaned up, and nothing could be seen.

"Is it like this when you came?"

"Yes, I heard about the owner from the villagers."

"That's fine, I want to take a look around here, you can do whatever you want." Lin Zian casually sent Yuankou Fan away and walked around by himself.

Where is it? Lin Zian felt this inexplicable breath. He was sure that the owner's transformation into a ghost must be related to this. As long as he found it, he could naturally find the owner.

In this way, he didn't have to wait for the owner to come to find Yuankou Fan. As long as he found the owner, Lin Zian would know everything.

"Why are you following me?" Lin Zian said to Yuankou Fan who was following behind him without turning his head.

"I don't dare to stay alone."

"Then you can go back to the car first and meet up with me when I'm done."

"But..."

"Don't say buts. Too many people can easily be discovered. Don't get in the way here. Go back and help me." Lin Zian took out the key and put it in her hand.

Let her go out from the back first and get back to the car. Lin Zian watched her walk away and said to the air: "Watch her and don't let her come here to make trouble. If necessary, you can use a little violence."

"Qianxun understands." A sentence that only Lin Zian could hear came from the void.

With the departure of Yuankou Fan, Lin Zian can finally explore this house.

This is a place where yin gathers. Behind it is the shade of the mountain. The house is at the foot of the mountain. The accumulated yin energy just settles down. Haven't you seen that the trees on the back mountain are growing in strange shapes?

Not far in front of the house, it is cut off by a small river flowing down from the mountain, and the yin energy cannot flow out.

According to Feng Shui, this is a treasure land. It depends on whether you know how to use it.

It can be used to raise corpses or tools. It is best to grow some medicinal herbs that require a special environment, but people cannot live here.

People who don't have a certain level of Taoism living here are simply looking for death, and they will also bring trouble to their descendants.

Lin Zian doesn't understand. Neon has learned something from China. It shouldn't build a house here! Why?

This is the problem that Lin Zian had before he approached the house from a distance.

However, such an environment also explains why the owner's body has not rotted after so many days of death.

Lin Zian walked around casually, knocking on the wall or stomping on the floor from time to time.

Lin Zian's walk outside just now was not without purpose.

First, he wanted to fool Yuankou Fan and not let her see how he unlocked the door.

Second, he wanted to observe the structure of the house. Old houses like this usually have secret rooms or secret passages. After all, it was a time of chaos and war, and it was easy for wealthy people to be robbed, so they usually have functions for running away or saving lives.

Lin Zian calculated the size of each room and compared it with the actual size. Strangely, there was no mistake, which meant that there was either no secret room or it was underground.

Although Lin Zian could let go of his soul or ask Qianxun to find it, it would lose the original fun.

If Yuankou Fan knew that Lin Zian's attitude towards this matter was to play a game, he would probably want to tear him apart.

Finally, Lin Zian found the entrance to the basement in a side room. Its design was very interesting. The basement was outside the house, with only a small entrance in the house, and it was pressed by a cabinet.

No wonder he didn't find it just now. In the end, he found it by the difference in dust. This was thanks to the owner who didn't clean the house often.

Lin Zian carefully pushed open the cabinet and pried the floorboards. There was no switch, so he pulled up the floorboards and looked down into the dark hole.

There was nothing, just a stone staircase extending into the darkness.

Lin Zian was skilled and bold, so he went down without any preparation.

However, Lin Zian still released the restraints of his body and soul, otherwise it would be embarrassing if he flipped over.

Once inside, not to mention that you can't see your fingers in front of you, you can't see them even if you put your fingers to your face.

However, with the soul, darkness and light are no different to Lin Zian, and he doesn't need his eyes at all.

Although the air inside is a bit stuffy, it doesn't look like it has been closed for many years. There may be ventilation holes, or someone has opened them recently.

Going down to the bottom and stepping on the ground again, Lin Zian estimated that this basement was only more than two meters high based on his height. The basement is not big, just like the hall above, it should be about 50 square meters. There are four wooden pillars on all four sides. Except for a person lying in the middle, or more accurately, a corpse, there is nothing else, it is empty.

This is different from the gold and silver everywhere that Lin Zian imagined! It seems that he can't get any benefits this time, and he may even lose money.

Lin Zian approached the corpse in the middle and saw the knife on his chest. He knew that this should be the owner of the house, but who put him here?

After thinking for a while, Lin Zian focused his attention on the knife on the chest of the owner.

"Is this... a magic weapon?" Lin Zian looked at the knife and found it a little strange. It looked very gorgeous, like a knife used for rituals.

Seeing that he had no clue, Lin Zian continued to walk around. Although there was no light, Lin Zian could still see the footprints on the ground, and they seemed to be heading... to the back.

Lin Zian followed the footprints to the wall.

The footprints broke here, indicating that there was still room.

Lin Zian knocked hard and found that it didn't seem hollow. He stomped on the stone bricks on the ground and scratched the wall, but didn't find anything. Finally, he simply used his soul to scan and found a passage in the underground where the body was originally placed.

Lin Zian was no longer interested in these things. He just wanted to go home and lie on the bed to play with his mobile phone.

On the next floor, through a corridor, Lin Zian came to a small room.

The room was not big, maybe not even ten square meters. Inside was an altar, with a stone enshrined, a red cloth wrapped around the stone, a black bead the size of a longan in front of the stone, and a square bluestone under the stone.

Why did Lin Zian use the word "press"?

Because the bluestone was engraved with characters and there was a faint light flowing through it, Lin Zian estimated that it was used to seal something.

Looking at the brackets still around the altar, the room should be surrounded by a circle of thick hemp ropes, but most of them have decayed, leaving only some residues on the ground.

There were also three piles of white powder on the ground. Although there was a rumor in Japan that salt could exorcise demons, the powder on the ground was not salt. Lin Zian estimated that it was bone powder, and he didn't know whether it was human or animal.

The walls and the ground of the room were full of scriptures. Although Lin Zian knew that the Japanese would add whatever they liked, he was skeptical about how effective these scriptures were.

In Lin Zian's opinion, the only things that really had a sealing effect were the lines on the bluestone and the bead.

"It's troublesome. It looks like nothing good is going to happen." Lin Zian said self-deprecatingly.