C8 Old Object

So it was like this!

Thinking of the tune I heard last night, the handkerchief that had appeared by accident, I still felt a surge of panic.

The aunt died in this room. Could it be that her soul had never dispersed?

Mom had to go to work, so I stayed home from injury. It occurred to me that I should tell the supervisor about the situation so I wouldn't be in trouble when I got back to school.

He called over. The signal was very bad, it was always a beep beep sound. He just sent a message over, saying that he was hurt from the fall and it would be some time before he could return to school.

I let out a long breath and leaned back against the pillow. I was alone in the house.

It was a spacious and shabby room. The furniture was all very shabby. The windows were covered in white paper which made a whistling sound when the wind blew on them.

I decided to go for a walk. It was strange to be left alone in the house, perhaps because of what had happened recently.

When he came out of the house, the sun was shining brightly and his body felt warm.

The black coffin that was placed at the entrance had already been carried away. Although the blood on the ground had been washed, it was still clearly visible.

I turned my head, afraid to look at the wooden shelf by the door, and always thinking about Liu Sheng's miserable state of being cut open and hung on it.

Although Liu Sheng was a bad guy, teaching him a lesson was enough. How could that damn fox be so cruel? It directly killed him and even cut open his stomach.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch my stomach. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my stomach.

As my finger fell on it, I felt a wave of nausea. I squatted on the floor and continuously vomited, barely spitting anything out.

The sun was dazzling. My body was still weak. I turned around and headed back to my room.

Even though it was daytime, the light in the room wasn't very bright and it was dark. I went straight to my room, and just as I reached the bed, I saw a handkerchief on the table.

Two red mandarin ducks were unusually eye-catching. I quickly walked over and grabbed them. These were the handkerchiefs I picked up last night. Ma took them from my hands and said that they were going to burn because they were left behind by my dead aunt's milk.

Why did he appear here!?

Someone had been here and moved the things on the table.

My eyes widened. The items on the table had clearly moved. I had some special habits, where everything was almost fixed. Some said it was obsessive-compulsive disorder, but in reality, it was just a habit.

On the table were a comb, two headbands, and some cosmetics I had brought back. I picked them up slowly, and just as I was about to move, something fell out of the mirror on the table with a clatter.

The box flew open, and I screamed and fell back, and there was a mass of red in the box. The red quickly spread, and the red reminded me of Liu Sheng's death, when he died, he was kneeling on the ground, and the ground was covered in red blood.

As I continued to back away, the red liquid continued to flow down the side of the table.

I rushed towards the door and pushed it with all my might. The door didn't open after that strike. I looked at the intervention of the door and saw that it was obviously opened.

How was this possible? The door could not be opened from the inside.

The red liquid kept running down the edge of the table and finally to the floor, all the way to where I was standing. I let out a piercing scream, my body curling in fear, and then the door swung open.

"What is it?"

When I heard my mother's voice, I rushed into her arms. "Mom, there's blood. There's blood flowing."

"Of course not."

"On the table, it's still flowing down."

"Take another look."

After listening to my mother's words, I turned my head and slowly looked at the table. The table was very clean and there was nothing on it. The corner of the table was also empty.

"I clearly saw it just now. Moreover, someone had entered my room and touched my things."

"Don't be afraid, you might be too nervous. It's okay, it's okay."

Mom coaxed me, she was worried that something would happen to me. Dad never heard from me when he went into the mountains, and he couldn't keep up with the work in the fields. He heard me shouting in the yard, so he rushed in.

I walked over to the table and placed my fingers on it. The table was wet, as if it had just been wiped, and when I touched the corner of the table, I still felt the same sensation.

The thing on the table, I took a deep breath, just as I'd seen it when I came in, my fingers moving closer and picking up the box.

The sound came again, and I saw another blood-red mass, not blood this time, red powder falling on the table.

It's not mine. It's a wooden box with patterns engraved on it.

"Yanzhi, where did this Yanzhi come from?"

I took a deep breath. So this was rouge, something a woman used to use for makeup.

Ma's face showed an incredulous expression. I kept the handkerchief in my hand and quickly opened my palm as I looked at the red rouge sprinkling on the table.

"Mom, look, he appeared again."

"Auntie, stop messing around. I was pretty nice to you when I was alive. If you're dissatisfied, come find me. Don't look for the child."

My mother also panicked. rouge should be something my aunt used to use, even thinking about it makes me panic. Could it be that my aunt's soul has returned?

Previously, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods until I was pestered by the fox to worship the temple. I believed it, since a fox can turn into a spirit and become a human, there must be other things, such as ghosts.

"Mom, did Auntie really come back?"

I gripped my mother's arm and could clearly feel our bodies trembling. Even our relatives had become ghosts.

"Let's go find your Lord Third."

Mom pulled me out the door and headed towards the back. San Ye's house was a bit special, at the back of the village, there was a house.

He always said that he killed too many people when he was young and that the heavens were trying to take revenge on him. He only made things difficult for my Third Young Madam, because in the countryside, if a woman couldn't have children, she would inevitably be targeted.

The door was open, and we went straight into the house. San Ye was sitting on the kang, smoking his pipe, and when we went in, Third Young Madam came out.

"Come, come in."

"Third Uncle, something has happened at home." Third Uncle, something has happened at home.

"Yulan!"

Yulan is the name of my aunt, Su Yulan! In the countryside, this was already considered a pretty good name. Most of the names were either British or Red.

"Damned old man, what are you standing there in a daze for, quickly go take a look."

San Ye sat there without moving. San Shi started to urge him, walked over and pulled him. San Ye had no choice but to follow us.

San Ye first walked in front of the stove, grabbed a handful of ash, and touched it with his hand. Then, without saying anything, he walked inside and walked in a big circle. When he saw the handkerchief and rouge, he frowned.

"It's fine. Yulan came back to retrieve something. I just need to look around carefully. I'll go to the grave and burn it tonight."

"Third Uncle, what is that?"

"I'm not sure about that. We can't just call Yulan out and ask her. You should look for her carefully."

"Sure, Third Uncle. Will you come with us tonight?"

"We'll see."

Mom wasn't sure. Recently, there were always accidents at home, and it was at night when they went to the cemetery at the back of the mountain. Even if they went there during the day, they would still feel nervous and scared to death if they saw anything.

San Ye took his pipe and left. Mom started rummaging through the boxes. She had found almost all the places she could find, but she found some old items.

Grandfather's snuff bottle, his grandmother's jade pendant, and a large bundle of silk that he had never used before. These old items were almost useless now, and he couldn't bear to part with them for the time being.

"Strange."

Mom was so tired and sweaty, I just watched, and I couldn't help.

"Mom, could it be that Lord Third saw wrongly?"

"No, San Ye used to be Mr. Feng Shui, and he's always had a good time. I've always asked San Ye to take care of all the important matters in the eight villages."

"Then why didn't you help us last time? If you had, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

I muttered to myself. I was still unhappy that San Ye didn't help last time. I even thought he was a liar.

"How can this child speak like that?"

Ma stops, her hands stained with dust, and gets up and heads out of the house. I hear the sound of water, and then there's a noise, and I hear Ma scream, and I push open the door and run out.

"Mom."

I called out, and when I went out of the house, I saw my mother sitting on the floor.

"It's nothing. I accidentally slipped. Be careful, the floor is very slippery!"

I looked at the ground and saw that the water was continuously flowing in. I quickly grabbed a mop from the side and approached my mother to help her up.

"Give it to me."

"I can do it."

As we were poor, the ground was covered with sand and the water would be very slippery from it. I had to dry it as soon as possible. Carrying the mop, I walked deeper inside. As I neared the corner, I suddenly felt a strange feeling rising up.

When I looked up, I could vaguely see a patch of black on the table behind the kitchen that was filled with junk. It looked like the corner of a cupboard.

What is this!?

I hardly ever come here. At that moment, I remembered the strange sound I heard at night. It seemed to be there, and I couldn't help but touch it with my finger.

I cried out in alarm. My mother rushed over and grabbed me. "Girl, did you smash it?"

"I'm fine."

I took two steps back and looked at the items on the floor. Slowly, my gaze moved upwards. A black box was actually placed on the dusty table.

"Mom, whose box is that?"

"Chest!" I've never seen it before. "

My mother walked over, hesitated, and then slowly opened the box. The wind blew in, and dust flew off the box. As the box was opened, my mother shouted, "Found it! This is something your aunt left behind."