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Everyone knew about the mansion?

The mansion was a house that once had someone who died in it.

The death was usually unnatural, such as accidental death, suicide, homicide, and so on. People who died in this way were said to be unwilling to die, and their souls would haunt the house after their death.

Their ghosts would stay in the original residence, so this kind of house would usually have strange things happen to it.

Generally, the owner of this house would sell it at a discount. In those years, I was forced to sell the mansion at a low price. After selling it, I would sell it at a higher price.

The income from selling the mansion was indeed good, and I made a lot of money in those years. However, the strange things that I had encountered in the past few years were like nightmares that I could not get rid of even after I quit my job. I still felt a chill on my back when I thought about it.

Today, I finally mustered up the courage to tell my story, and I also wanted to use this method to completely end my past.

My name was Lee Yang, and I had just graduated from university that year. In the few years that I had been in university, I was always unlucky and failed in everything I did. After graduating, I tried to find a job, but I was met with failure everywhere. Not only did I not make any money, but I also owed a lot of debts.

My hometown was in the countryside. As the only university graduate, I was sent out of the village by the villagers. I was lucky for a while, but now, I was the most miserable person. Those childhood friends who had not been able to get into university had come out of the village a long time ago and were all very successful.

Due to my pride, I rarely go back to my hometown, and I don't want my parents to worry about me.

However, pride cannot be eaten. Just when I was in a pinch and my life was about to collapse, I suddenly received a call from my Third Uncle.

Speaking of my Third Uncle, he was definitely a god.

The word "god" was not a magical god, but a god of nerves.

When Third Uncle was young, he did not do proper work. He drank and gambled every day, and was chased out of the house by his grandfather. No one knew where he went, but after a few years, when he came back, he was wearing a dirty and tattered Taoist robe. He actually became a half-baked Taoist. When he entered the house and saw my grandfather, he did not call him father, but called him "benefactor". He almost angered my grandfather, and then he was beaten out of the house by my grandfather with a stick.

Third Uncle did not dare to enter the house, so he went to town to set up a fortune teller.

However, the reason I was able to live until today was all thanks to my unreliable Third Uncle.

That year, when I was studying outside, I suddenly received a call from my grandfather, who was in critical condition. I asked for a leave of absence from school and ran back home in a hurry. When I returned home, I found that there were many people in front of my house.

Auntie told me with red eyes that my grandfather was already dying, but he refused to die. He wanted to see me for the last time.

I hurriedly went to my grandfather's bed and tears flowed down my nose. My grandfather, who was originally strong and full of energy, had become so weak that I did not dare to recognize him. He lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, and he was weak. His mouth kept muttering my name.

After hearing that I had returned, Grandpa’s eyelids twitched and he opened his eyes. He lifted his arm with difficulty and pointed at the door. Everyone understood what he meant. Other than me, everyone else had left the room.

I saw the skin on Grandpa’s forehead wriggling and white stripes appearing. It was obvious that those were the white and tender skin that was usually hidden under the wrinkles and had not experienced the ravages of time.

Grandpa’s eyes were staring at me. His Adam’s apple moved as though he wanted to speak to me.

I quickly moved my head over and wanted to listen more carefully.

At that moment, I realized that Grandpa’s expression was very painful. I also heard his throat making hissing sounds, as though he was leaking air. His face was flushed red and his chest rose and fell.

I had never experienced this before. I did not know if Grandpa was about to die. I was extremely anxious and opened my mouth to ask how Grandpa was.

Just as I opened my mouth, a breath suddenly came out from Grandpa’s throat.

This breath did not have the stench of an old man who was about to die. Instead, it had a refreshing fragrance. I opened my mouth and was caught off guard. That breath was sucked in by me. A stream of cold air flowed through my throat and entered my body. It quickly filled my entire body. At that moment, I felt as though I had fallen into an ice cave. My body felt heavy and light. My body felt like it was filled with lead. It was so heavy that I could not stand on my feet. I sat on the ground.

When everyone heard the commotion, they rushed in. At this time, Grandfather should have already gone, but although I could see them, I didn't feel anything. The worst thing was that I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth to speak.

Just at this moment, Third Uncle, who hadn't been home for a long time, suddenly appeared and shouted, "Yang Zi was beaten up. Don't touch him."

Seeing that my situation was urgent, everyone had no good ideas. In addition, Grandfather had just passed away, and the family was in chaos. They could only try their best to make Third Uncle torture me.

Third Uncle carried me to another room and found a broken bowl. He then took out a handful of beans from his clothes. I could see that there was some glutinous rice and black beans in it. I couldn't see anything else clearly.

Third Uncle placed the beans in the broken bowl and poured half a bowl of wine into Grandfather's wine gourd. Then, he held the broken bowl and muttered for a long time. Finally, he lit a match and lit the wine in the bowl. The room was instantly filled with the fragrance of rice and wine. Third Uncle was not afraid of the heat. He reached into the bowl and stirred for a long time. Then, he used his hand that was filled with the smell of wine to pinch my earlobe and the center of my feet. He then opened my mouth and poured the wine that still had some flames into it.

The bowl of wine was stirred by Third Uncle's dirty hands for a long time. I felt very disgusted, but strangely, I didn't have any strength and couldn't speak. After drinking the bowl of wine, I felt a warm current in my body and felt much more comfortable.

Third Uncle rubbed his hands in his arms, as if he was digging out the old mud on his body. After five minutes, he finally found a needle from somewhere in his clothes. The needle was as thin as a cow’s hair, black and unattractive. It was unknown whether it was dirty or the original color.

Third Uncle held the needle and closed his eyes, as if he was trying to feel it. The sweat on his face dripped down. At this time, his parents also came over. When they saw this situation, they were anxious but did not dare to disturb him.

Finally, Third Uncle opened his eyes and stabbed the needle into his middle finger on his left hand. Then, he poked the needle between my eyebrows. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength, as if he was picking something out.

The needle did not feel any pain when it pierced between my eyebrows. At this time, Third Uncle seemed to have used all his strength on that needle. He supported himself with his left hand on the bed, and his right hand held the needle. He used all his strength to pick it up. His face was red and his neck was stiff. Finally, he pulled out a dark green thread. After the thread left his body, it immediately turned into a white mist and disappeared. The needle also broke.

After that, we knew that the last breath that a person breathed out before death was called ‘disaster’. This breath was the dirtiest and most poisonous thing that a person accumulated in his entire life. If it landed on a flower, it would wither. If a person accidentally stung his clothes, he would get a serious illness. He would not be able to recover in a year or two. People often said that disaster was the meaning of this. If someone like me had eaten it directly into my stomach, I would have died without Third Uncle’s help.

Even so, my body had only gradually recovered after half a year.

After this incident, the people in the family had a change of opinion towards Third Uncle. The villagers also saw that Third Uncle did indeed have some ability, so whenever there were any festive events in the village, they would ask Third Uncle for help. However, with Third Uncle's personality, he was still a little incompatible with the family, and no one was willing to pay attention to him. Only when I went home on vacation, I could chat with him and talk to him.

One time, when I just got home, Third Uncle suddenly came to me mysteriously and said, " nephew, help Third Uncle. When the matter is done, you will have your own benefits."

When I heard him finish speaking, my nose almost went crooked from anger. This unlucky Third Uncle actually wanted me to help him dig a coffin for a dead person.

I was only eight years away from Third Uncle, and with Third Uncle's unruly personality, most of the time, I and him would also be unscrupulous and talk big. Therefore, when he finished speaking, I was furious. "Help you? You even know that I'm your nephew? Are you trying to bury me alive? "

Seeing that I was anxious, Third Uncle hurriedly explained to me. It turned out that the old man in the village, Old Liang, had suddenly fallen into a coma and was about to die. However, the Liang family was one of the richest families in the entire village. It didn't matter if he died, he still had three sons. After his death, there was no way to divide the family's property. Therefore, his three sons came to Third Uncle and asked him to think of a way to extend Old Liang's life for another three days.

Thus, Third Uncle thought of a way to hide it from the world and asked me for help. He said that he wanted me to crawl into the coffin, but it was just a pretense. The coffin was made of paper, and there was a layer of mud on it. I would lie in it for a night, and the next day, I would be able to get out the next morning.

After Third Uncle finished speaking, I replied angrily, "Then I won't help you. It's not auspicious for a living person to crawl into a coffin."

However, Third Uncle said, "My silly nephew, do you still think it's auspicious or not? Although I helped you pick out your grandfather's bad luck, your bad luck has yet to be removed. If you don't, you might be unlucky for the rest of your life. This method of mine is also a win-win. On one hand, I helped the old Liang family, and on the other hand, you are lying in a coffin, separated by Yin and Yang. Even if you have died once, the bad luck you should have will be gone. When you crawl out tomorrow, I will guarantee that you will be radiant. In the future, you will be prosperous, and you will be able to rise to the top. You will be rich and powerful, and you will be able to rise to greatness..."

Third Uncle spat and counted with his fingers. Then he took out two thousand yuan and gave it to me as a deposit. If it succeeded, there would be a lot of money.

I knew that the old Liang family would definitely give him a lot of money. Seeing that he was so serious, I was a little tempted, and I agreed to him.

Everything was going according to Third Uncle's arrangements. That night, I crawled into the coffin that Third Uncle had prepared. The coffin was in a dug grave in the back mountain. Other than the coffin and me being fake, everything else was going according to the normal funeral. I lay in the coffin and heard the three sons of the old man cry like three idiots. They even rushed to call me father, and I almost laughed out loud.

However, when they covered the coffin with a layer of mud, I regretted it.

The coffin was sealed and there was nothing but darkness inside. When the mud was covered, the surroundings became deathly silent. I could hear my heartbeat clearly.

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