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Chapter Eight: The Burial Man

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    I looked at Yang Wen hesitantly, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.  When I entered the door just now, I pressed the light button at the entrance. I was sure that the button was useless and the light was not on, so I took out the lighter to light it.

    During this period, I only saw the light of Yang Wen's flashlight in the living room, and then he disappeared suddenly.  Even if I can't see his shadow in the dark, I can always see his flashlight, right?  But this person quickly entered this mysterious small room like a ghost, and the door of this room was still locked from the outside!

    Yang asked how to do it?

    Thinking of this, I hesitated for a while.  Yang Wen urged: "Can you come in and take a look?!"

    I made up my mind, thinking that I am a policeman, wouldn't it be ridiculous to be afraid of you monsters and monsters.  So, I boldly went in the door.  Entering this small room, I first took a brief look around by the light of Yang Wen's flashlight.  This small room is very strange. Not only does it have no windows, but there is also a large water tank at the entrance.

    There seemed to be water in the tank, but the water had a strange smell, a sandalwood-like aroma.

    Yang Wen moved the flashlight across from me and said, "Look at these."

    When I looked down, my hair stood on end.  I saw three dead bodies lying on the ground.  The first body was that of a thin, gaunt old man.  I can't tell the age, it seems that I have been dead for many years, the body is black, but it has not rotted.

    The second body looked slightly younger.  The third body was that of a middle-aged man.  The two bodies also showed no signs of decomposition.

    "Here, there is a dead body here?!" I exclaimed.  At the same time, I pointed at Yang and asked, "Who the hell are you?! What are these corpses?!"

    Yang asked with a smile: "What's wrong with you? Do you think I killed these people?"

    I was a little surprised when I heard this.  Indeed, these people seemed to have been dead for some time, so it was impossible for Yang Wen to do it.  It doesn't make sense to say that someone he killed long ago is hiding here.  After all, no one would bring a stranger to the scene of a crime to expose their crimes.  Moreover, the first corpse was wearing a double-breasted short gown, which looked like a person in the twenties and thirties.  It is even more impossible for Yang Wen to kill him.

    "Then who are they?" I was full of doubts.

    "This is three generations of grandparents and grandchildren." Yang Wen said, "But every generation of men in this family will die in this small airtight room."

    "What?" I was surprised: "Why is this? Suicide?"

    Yang Wen did not reply directly, but asked: "Do you believe in ghosts and gods in this world?"

    I was stunned.  If someone asked me this question in the past, I would definitely answer: "I don't believe it." However, since the old Zhao and the ancestral hall incident, the worldview I originally insisted on began to shake.

    Seeing that I was silent, Yang Wen continued: "There are many events in this world that modern science cannot explain. Since they cannot be explained, they are attributed to ghosts and gods. Whether you believe it or not, it proves that there is no such thing in this world. Tell you the truth.  , My real profession is soul burial.¡±

    "Buried what?" I asked in a daze.

    "The soul burial man." Yang Wen repeated: "Generally speaking, it is to take the unowned soul and spirit body into custody, refine them again, and turn them into their own power, or use them for other purposes."

    "Ghost?" I sneered, "I can't accept that."

    Yang asked with a smile: "Do you want to see it?"

    I was stunned and said, "What do you know? Ghost?"

    Yang asked, "Yes."

    I laughed and said, "Are you talking nonsense? Could it be that you can summon ghosts?"

    Yang asked with a smile: "If you do what I say, you can too."

    Seeing that he insisted on letting me try it, I hurriedly said, "Don't change the subject. What I want to know now is, what happened to these three corpses?"

    Yang Wen said: "The family's surname is Chen, and the middle-aged man's name is Chen Qi. Last year, the family reported that Chen Qi was missing. The police investigated for half a month but found nothing. Later, Chen Qi's wife remembered that there was a restaurant in this community.  Some years ago, Chen Qi¡¯s grandfather had lived in this area, so he found this old house. After opening the secret room, he found three corpses inside, namely Chen Qi¡¯s grandfather, father and himself.¡±

    "What? Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren died here, didn't everyone in the family notice it?" I asked in surprise.

    "Because, according to Chen Qi's wife, since Chen Qi was born, he has never entered this room. Moreover, after his father died, he did not hold a funeral at all, and was taken home directly from the hospital. Chen Qi's wife only  I remember that Chen Qi's father was seriously ill at that time. Before he died, he said that he must be sent back to the old house and the?It is a thread-bound book, the cover is yellowed, it looks like it has aged.  The words on the cover are also in traditional Chinese characters, with the word "please God" written on it.  But these two characters are obviously written with a brush, not in printed fonts like the current books.  When I opened it, I almost vomited blood.  The rows are full of traditional calligraphy.  Not to mention, shit, traditional Chinese is fine, and it's even written in a particularly complicated font.  She looks pretty, but she doesn't know a word.

    I said helplessly: "I can't understand the book you gave me, so you should take it back."

    Yang Wen said: "You take it first, there will always be a time when you understand."

    Hearing what he said, I put the book away indifferently.  I took out my phone and looked at it, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.  I have to go to work tomorrow, so I bid farewell to Yang Wen and rushed home to sleep.

    Probably I was really tired that night, and I fell asleep when I got home. It wasn't until the alarm clock rang the next day that I got up with a sore body.

    When I was washing my face and brushing my teeth, I saw the strangle marks on my neck from the mirror in the bathroom, and I couldn't help being very depressed.  I have experienced more strange things in the past month than I have experienced in twenty years, and even if I wanted to break my head, I couldn't figure out the reason, so I simply gave up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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