Chapter 1086 It’s Hard to Survive This Journey
The eyes stretch from the east to the west.
Funeral Street, there are no streets, only alleys.
On New Year's Day, the entrance of this dirty alley is full of flying paper scraps and diffused green smoke.
In the piles of fire that have not yet been extinguished, there are those yellow papers with red edges, which are burned in the world of the living and sent to the underworld, from life to death.
But they did not die cleanly.
When Ji Li put one foot on the ground from the car, the sky suddenly rolled back with dark clouds, and the first drop of rain fell on his shoe surface.
Then, those people burning paper at the entrance of the alley stuffed the yellow papers that had not yet been opened into the fire.
The incompletely burned yellow paper, the crackling sound of plastic bags, and the billowing smoke were very loud.
The yellow paper on the bottom layer was suffering, the yellow paper on the middle layer was trapped, and the yellow paper on the top layer swayed in the wind...
Circles appeared on the khaki floor tiles, and raindrops dampened the ground. They were dense and dense. It was an invasion of the sky on the ground.
Huang Banxian collected the change, got off the car with his hands folded, and stood in this funeral alley. His dry face showed a serious expression for the first time.
Just now, he finally told Ji Li a fortune.
Huang Banxian, in fact, is not very good at fortune-telling. He doesn't have much ability. He is wrong eight out of ten times.
If he didn't use the tortoise shell for divination, he would be just an ordinary fake Taoist priest.
But this time, he used his own means, but got a sighing result.
It seems that he really calculated Ji Li's fate, and it doesn't seem to be false.
Raising his turbid eyes upward, he saw the natural phenomenon. At this critical juncture, the storm is coming.
"Rainy and snowy, it's bound to bring disasters..."
"The last time Zhang Huairen was active was seven or eight years ago, and people in the circle even thought he was dead.
I didn't expect that this Zhang was also good friends with Wu Zhengsi, so this person must have some real skills."
Zhang Huairen lived in the center of this funeral street and opened a small shop.
It is said that he is good at fortune-telling, four pillars and eight characters, yin and yang, and five elements.
Huang Banxian didn't know much about this person, so he said the above words.
But just looking at the environment he lives in, you can tell that Zhang Huairen is not good at making money.
But there is no causal relationship between whether you have skills and whether you can make money.
Late at night on New Year's Day, two figures who came to visit in the rain came to this shop without a name and knocked on the door.
Ji Li looked at the padlock hanging on the iron gate and knocked on the door again and again.
The raindrops, which are still in a patter, rarely fall on the padlock.
He could see the lock facing inwards, which was covered with dust, as if no one had touched it for a long time, but there was a fingerprint on the front.
This meant that the lock was locked recently.
The lock was facing inwards, which meant that the shop was locked from the inside, which meant that Zhang Huairen should be at home.
At the same time, Huang Banxian held the iron fence with one hand, and his eyes fell on the five colorful ropes hanging by the door.
The five colorful ropes were on the left, and on the right side of the door hung a string of five emperors' coins swaying in the wind.
This aroused Huang Banxian's interest. He lay on the iron fence and looked into the house through the crack of the door.
In the darkness, a small open space could be vaguely seen. Looking inside, there was a steep staircase leading directly to the second floor.
Huang Banxian's face changed, he slowly retracted his gaze, swallowed his saliva, and muttered softly:
"Sitting northeast and facing southwest, facing the ghost gate and ghost door..."
He stepped back two steps, looking at the store from a more macro perspective, with a puzzled look on his face:
"The first floor is the store, the second floor is the house, separated by stairs, but the division is unclear.
The iron gate faces the big house, and the main door faces the stairs, facing the three evil positions, this is the heart-piercing evil..."
Ji Li was knocking on the door.
The wooden door banged, mixed with the clattering sound of the iron gate, the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, he listened to Huang Banxian's description, and felt uneasy in his heart.
If Zhang Huairen is really a fortune teller, then the place where he lives should definitely not be this kind of pattern.
This reminded him of Wu Zhengsi who died tragically not long ago.
But the current situation is completely different from Wu Zhengsi's Feng Shui ruin.
Wu Zhengsi's Feng Shui pattern was created by him. It can be said that he has all the good wind and water. There is no problem with the pattern. It is only because of the destruction of the root ghost that the disaster has occurred.
But Zhang Huairen's funeral home, from the location, position to the layout, the most dangerous and dangerous piercing evil has been bad from the beginning.
Huang Banxian's eyes moved back and forth between the colored rope on the left and the five emperors' coins on the right. He touched the goatee on his chin and said faintly:
"The lucky rope and the five emperors' coins, although the 50-50 combination can calm the house, the piercing evil can only be calmed for a while after years.
Zhang Huairen is not Wu Zhengsi. He understands numerology, fate, and fate the most.
Why didn't he intervene in such a simple ominous sign?"
He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was a dead silence in the house.
Ji Li retreated to Huang Banxian's side and looked up at the window upstairs.
From the outside, the only window on the second floor was covered with newspapers from the inside, completely blocking it.
It seems that because he came at an unfortunate time, Zhang Huairen was not at home.
But Ji Li chose to trust his own judgment after seeing the details on the lock.
"Pick the lock."
...
Pick a lock is a common thing for the clerk, so when the rain was not too heavy, the two entered the room.
As soon as he entered the house, there was a deafening thunder in the sky outside, followed by crackling rain.
In just five minutes from getting off the car to entering the house, the rain went from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour now.
Both of them were attracted by the sudden huge thunder. When they turned around, Ji Li's pupils shrank suddenly.
The thunder was accompanied by lightning, bringing a moment of light in this room with the lights turned off.
Ji Li finally knew what business Zhang Huairen was running in this store.
He sells coffins.
This small shop, which is only about ten square meters, actually has seven coffins on display.
Perhaps because the space is too small, three of them are stacked on top of each other, three more are hung vertically in the air, and only one coffin is lying flat on the ground.
Near the coffin, there are countless yellow papers and ghost coins, and there are several colorful human figures in the shadows, silently peeping.
"No, this...he has so many coffins, can he sell them in the city?"
Huang Banxian was also puzzled. Shanming City had not allowed burial for a long time, and no one dared to use it in the urban area. Shops selling coffins should not have existed long ago.
"Boom!"
Another huge thunder sounded, as if it was exploding in people's ears, making people feel terrified.
Ji Li frowned and raised his head. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that the whole house shook for a moment because of the huge thunder.
What happened next made him realize that this was not an illusion.
At the same time as the thunder sounded, two paper-tied figures hidden in the corner slowly appeared in their eyes. They were knocked down by the thunder and their faces fell to the ground.
I didn't see their faces, but the red and blue paint showed the fine workmanship of the paper figures.
Amidst the thunder and falling rain, there is a dark house and two paper figures. God's will seems to have given instructions in the dark.
Huang Banxian subconsciously glanced at Ji Li beside him, waiting for his decision.
If Zhang Huairen is really not at home, then their visit this time will be meaningless, not to mention...
What's more, everyone can now see that something is wrong with this house!
Huang Banxian was in the evil situation of Chuan Xin, and there were seven coffins gathering Yin Qi. The room was damp and cold, so it was easy for ghosts to gather, not to mention that there was a ghost beside them.
Now, two more paper figures appeared who were knocked to the ground by the thunder. He already had the intention of retreating.
"Do you still remember your life..."
Ji Li's right face remained expressionless, but his blocked left eye was filled with bloodshot eyes that suppressed madness. He didn't speak, but something rang in his heart.
The fate calculated by Huang Banxian can be interpreted as the fate of Ji Li's life, and it can also be understood as the life and death of this trip.
"I always regret that this body is not mine. What if I have talent but no life?"
This trip is hard to survive.