Chapter 3, it is a trap

At this point, Qin Yiheng took a sip of water. My throat was also dry, but I was anxious

Still no sign of Qin Yiheng, I called him on my phone; the call connected, but no one answered. After waiting a little while longer, I finally saw him slowly emerge from inside the door. Once he stepped outside, he opened his eyes and saw me looking at him, then he spat out what was in his mouth, followed by a bout of dry heaving. I really regretted not bringing a bottle of water; seeing him dry heave made me feel like I was going to vomit too.

After I finished listening to what he said, I remembered to tell him about the incident where I ran out with my eyes open without holding my breath. After hearing this, his expression changed for the worse; he took a drag from his cigarette and said to me, "This house absolutely cannot be sold, it can only be kept for ourselves." I wanted to ask for more details, but he shook his head and said, "I cannot tell you."

Qin Yiheng was also deep in thought. After pondering for a long time, he said, "We still need to make a trip to that villa. If this continues, we can only wait for death. That wealthy local may have known this long ago; he deliberately lured us in."

Early the next morning, the local tycoon called me to sign the contract. It seemed he was indeed very anxious. I found a rather forced reason to postpone it for a few days. The local tycoon was quite unwilling and persuaded me for quite a while, but I could only continue to be evasive. After hanging up the phone, I asked Qin Yiheng, "What should I do next?" He thought for a long time before finally managing to say, "We have fallen into a trap this time."

Now I feel even more uncertain, as he appears to be quite anxious. I thought to myself that it is better not to concern myself with any treasures, as greed leads to no good end. Let's settle for 200,000 yuan directly; I cannot wade through this murky water any longer. After resting for a while, the two of us headed back.

In such a turmoil, I instinctively opened my eyes, and as soon as I did, I regretted it, but it was already too late. My eyes were not yet fully adjusted, and everything appeared blurry and unclear. I reached out with my hand, and strangely, the object I had just sensed in front of me vanished. This made me even more frightened, as the previous sensation had been too vivid, unlike a mere illusion, especially since I was neither holding my breath nor had I closed my eyes. I hurriedly called out Qin Yiheng's name, but no one responded. This made me even more frightened, as the previous sensation had been too vivid, unlike a mere illusion, especially since I was neither holding my breath nor had I closed my eyes. I hurriedly called out Qin Yiheng's name, but no one responded.

In fact, with Qin Yiheng around, I still feel somewhat reassured; if it comes to the worst, I can always call out for him to save me. With this thought, I steadied my emotions and continued to move forward. I held onto the handrail and descended to the first floor, but the journey became difficult. First of all, I was completely out of breath; if I held it in any longer, I would faint from lack of oxygen. Moreover, without the support of the handrail, I could not even tell which direction I was facing, making it exceedingly difficult to find my way out. After taking just a few steps, I could no longer suppress my need to gasp for air, and I felt as if there was something in front of me. I believe many people have experienced this sensation; even with your eyes closed, you can feel that something is very close to your face. In fact, many people can sense the presence of others even when they cannot see them.

Many coffins have illustrations on their inner walls depicting imagined ascensions or the life achievements of the deceased, which I am aware of. However, upon hearing him say this, I find it impossible to connect these ideas, because in my understanding, a tomb should certainly be underground; at the very least, the coffin should be buried beneath the ground. If the entire villa is considered a coffin, not to mention that the original coffin is no longer present, it is still unreasonable for the coffin to be exposed above ground. Yet, hearing him say this, I still cannot connect these ideas, because in my understanding, a tomb should certainly be underground; at the very least, the coffin should be buried beneath the ground. If the entire villa is considered a coffin, not to mention that the original coffin is no longer present, it is still unreasonable for the coffin to be exposed above ground.

Next, I asked him, "You said something happened. What came back? Is it a vengeful spirit?"

Qin Yiheng said: "This is sheep dung balls. For a period of time, only feed the rams with mugwort, and once the rams have completely cleared their intestines, the excrement produced will be it." I felt somewhat more at ease after hearing this, at least it sounds cleaner than human feces

He said: "If it is based on a very low-level burial scale, a single coffin would suffice. However, recalling the murals on the walls of the villa, I feel that it may not be so simple. In other words, perhaps even that villa is a coffin for this burial. If we enter the villa, we might be regarded by the owner as accompanying sacrificial boys. Even if we manage to come out unscathed, we are likely to die within a certain period of time." In other words, perhaps even that villa is a coffin for this burial. If we enter the villa, we might be regarded by the owner as accompanying sacrificial boys. Even if we manage to come out unscathed, we are likely to die within a certain period of time.

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If it is a house where you have lived for a long time, walking to the bathroom or kitchen with your eyes closed would not be a difficult task. However, the problem is that I have only been to this villa twice, and walking downstairs with my eyes closed and then exiting the villa's front door is simply too challenging. I moved step by step with my eyes closed, fearing that I might fall. At first, I could still hear Qin Yiheng's footsteps, but as I continued walking, I suddenly realized that I could no longer hear his voice. Panic surged in my heart, and I instinctively wanted to open my eyes, but fortunately, I managed to hold myself back in time.

Initially, I had a strong aversion to that villa, and after hearing him say that, I truly felt a bit reluctant to go. However, he did not seem to be exaggerating, so I had no choice but to follow him; I couldn't risk my life just to make money. Before we went, there was quite a bit of fuss. Qin Yiheng insisted that I shave all the hair below my neck, not even sparing the pubic hair, claiming that this would make me look more like a virgin. I found it rather ridiculous, but I couldn't laugh; I had to follow his arrangements. Then, he applied a sticky substance on my face like a facial mask, telling me it was aged glutinous rice, which would only be effective if cooked on New Year's Eve. With all the preparations complete, all we could do was wait for nightfall; it would be impossible to face anyone in broad daylight looking like this.

I immediately felt another wave of dry heaving

He pondered for a moment and said, "It seems so."

Qin Yiheng sighed and said: "The scale of ancient tombs was always subject to certain standards. For instance, the coffins of emperors had seven layers, those of feudal lords had five layers, and those of ministers had three layers, among others. Previously, we received information indicating that there was already a coffin present in the villa. According to the description in the information, there should only be one coffin, and we do not know what happened to it afterward. The local wealthy man did not clarify this matter when he spoke. We were too careless before, failing to sense the presence of anything malevolent inside, and we did not think deeply about it. However, this time, we unexpectedly encountered something, which is clearly completely contrary to reason."

Qin Yiheng asked me how I managed to come out before him, and I was quite puzzled. Just a moment ago, he was walking, and then he suddenly stopped moving. Logically, he should have been ahead of me. Perhaps it was because I ran out with my eyes wide open, so I was quick? However, I only ran a few steps, which shouldn't save much time. Right now, I can't afford to ponder these questions; the taste in my mouth is truly nauseating. I asked Qin Yiheng what he had stuffed in my mouth, damn it, it's disgusting. At this moment, I can't afford to ponder these questions; the taste in my mouth is truly nauseating. I asked Qin Yiheng what he had stuffed in my mouth, damn it, it's disgusting.

Hearing him say that, I also became flustered. If there were any loopholes in the contract, losing some money would be one thing, but judging by his tone, the situation must be more troublesome than I had imagined. I hurriedly asked Qin Yiheng what trap we had fallen into.

Returning to the hotel, I felt a persistent unease in my heart. Lying in bed, I could only smoke incessantly. I hardly slept the entire night, and on a few occasions when I did fall asleep, I would wake up again after just ten or eight minutes.

I thought to myself, Qin Yiheng is making me wait until I bump into something before I spit out what is in my mouth. I haven't bumped into anything yet, but with just one more step, I will. Should I spit it out or not? I had completely forgotten the feeling of what was in my mouth due to fear, and now I am finally realizing it. It is truly disgusting. What the hell is that smell? After hesitating for a moment in my mind, combined with the nauseating taste of what is in my mouth, I can no longer hold it in and directly gagged out what was in my mouth, then I couldn't stop coughing. I had completely forgotten the feeling of what was in my mouth due to fear, and now I am finally realizing it. It is truly disgusting. What the hell is that smell? After hesitating for a moment in my mind, combined with the nauseating taste of what is in my mouth, I can no longer hold it in and directly gagged out what was in my mouth, then I couldn't stop coughing

I glanced around and realized that I had already walked into the hall, with the entrance just a few steps away from me. Taking aim at the direction, I dashed towards the door. After opening the door, I ran several steps further before daring to stop and catch my breath

On the way back, Qin Yiheng briefly explained to me. It is said that the feces of the public lamb and mugwort, when held in the mouth, can calm the vibrations of the meridians, and when spat out, have a strong exorcising effect; holding one's breath reduces the outward dispersion of Yang energy, preventing contamination by unclean entities; closing one's eyes is a sign of respect for that entity; if you cannot see it, it will not come to disturb you. He said: "Similarly, in life, if you see something unclean, it is best not to speak of it. If you discuss or question their existence at night, it can easily attract their attention and bring misfortune upon yourself." Closing one's eyes is a sign of respect for that entity; if you cannot see it, it will not come to disturb you. He said: "Similarly, in life, if you see something unclean, it is best not to speak of it. If you discuss or question their existence at night, it can easily attract their attention and bring misfortune upon yourself."

He nodded slightly and said, "Yes"

He curled his lips and said, "If you tell me, I would actually feel even more disgusted; it is better not to know." As I recalled the tricks he had used with the urine of young boys before, I thought to myself that this probably wasn't anything good either