C17 Twenty years later

The little Daoist did not dare to quibble, only lowering his head and not daring to speak. He was like a child who had done something wrong.

After a moment of silence, the old Daoist calmed down a bit and then said: "We can't live in this house anymore. When we return, inform the people up above to seal off this house or directly tear it down. Even if that red clothed woman's soul wants to do evil, it won't be able to …"

He then took out a blue talisman from his bosom and handed it to the little Daoist. He then said seriously, "Boy, you have placed this talisman in a secretive place, so that it can be considered a seal and can seal the soul of that woman in red for dozens of years without causing any harm. By that time, its soul should have been very faint, and the harm done to people would be minimal."

"En," the Daoist priest responded and then walked to the old Daoist and took the blue Glyph from him. Like the old Daoist, he swept through the room a few times before finding a place to place the blue Glyph in a corner of the room that was filled with old furniture and pasted it onto the wall.

As soon as the blue talisman was stuck, the surrounding area immediately fluctuated. Even that little Daoist could feel that the surrounding environment seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

Seeing the little Daoist stick the blue talisman on, the matter was settled here. The old Daoist then sighed and said, "Let's go."

The Daoist walked to his side and carried the old Daoist on his back before walking out of the house.

When he walked out of the house, he found that the sky was already turning white in the east. It looked like dawn was about to arrive.

At this moment, a loud crowing rooster's cry broke the silence of the night. Originally, there were still a few wandering souls in the yard, but after hearing this crowing, their figures blurred and in a blink of an eye, they disappeared before the eyes of the Master and disciple duo.

Nothing dispels the filth more than sunlight, and that is what they fear most.

After the little Daoist carried the old Daoist out of the courtyard, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the eerie old mansion. The entire night was breathtaking, and after walking back and forth between the gates of hell, Master and disciple almost lost their lives in this old mansion.

Even if the morning sunlight shone into the courtyard, it would still be unable to completely disperse the dark clouds that shrouded the old mansion. This place, the Master and disciple pair would probably remember this for the rest of their lives.

Twenty years later, in the late eighties, there was another shocking tragedy in the old house.

This matter had to be told from the family of a state-owned textile factory employee, Fan Lao San.

The third brother was in his mid-twenties. He had been working in the state-owned textile factory since he was eighteen, and for the next seven or eight years, he lived in the staff dormitory assigned to him by the factory until the age of twenty-three. After Yang Qianyun was assigned to the state-owned textile factory, he became the disciple of Fan Lao San. For this beautiful disciple, Fan Lao San had great care and was very meticulous in his care, just like an elder brother, and without realizing it, the two of them developed feelings for each other. After applying for a marriage certificate in the city, the two of them became a happy couple.

Fan Lao San had always worked diligently in the textile factory. Before this, he had always lived in the dormitory assigned to him by the factory, living with another brother, Zhang Jianguo.

Now that they were married, the factory naturally wouldn't treat them badly, so they let Fan Lao San move out of the single family dormitory. Under the stress of housing, they gave him a one-bedroom house, even though it wasn't a big house, and the couple was very happy because they finally had their own world.

Fan Laowang was very happy to have married the most beautiful flower in the factory. Everyone was envious of him, and his work went smoothly. Moreover, he was a small leader. He was a team leader of their textile factory.

Not long after his wedding to Yang Qianyun, another piece of joyous news came. This caused Fan Lao San to blush with happiness. He even felt like his whole body was full of energy.

The reason for all of this was that his wife, Yang Qianyun, was pregnant, and Fan Lao San was soon going to be a father. How could he not be happy?

The happy events that followed made the third brother happy all day, but in addition to this joy, there was also a bit of worry lingering around.

After giving birth to a child, the house in this room was clearly not enough. Once the child was born, the old man in the family would definitely come over to help look after the child. At that time, the family of four would all be holed up in a small house; it would be inconvenient for them no matter what time it was.

This was one of the things that weighed heavily on Fan Lao San's mind.

There were almost a thousand people working in the textile factory now. When it came to housing, they were always very nervous. Some families were still holed up in a small room of twenty square meters, having trouble finding a place to sit even when guests came.

Fan Lao San didn't want to wait for his child to be born and still live in his current room.

Thus, Fan Lao San applied to the leaders of the factory for a large room, at least a room of two bedrooms and a living room, so that his wife, children, and the family's elderly could live inside.

After looking for his boss for a few times, he found that the boss said that housing was difficult. There were still a lot of employees waiting to be divided, and there were also quite a few who were more difficult than him.

But in the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed. The factory's leader had never mentioned the matter of sharing the house to him, and his wife had already given birth to her child.

Since Fan Lao San and Yang Qianyun had to work during the day, Fan Lao San brought his mother over from his hometown to look after his children.

The family of four squeezed into a small room that was twenty square meters in size. The children would have to cry for a while every night, and sometimes they would wake up a few times in the middle of the night, unable to even sleep soundly. Even if the couple wanted to do something, they didn't dare to, because the old lady was still in the room leading the way.