All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

After analyzing the coffin, Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming again.

"But compared to these ghosts with a history, I am more curious about what the ghosts in your shadow are about."

Ying Sixue said, "The ghosts in this village are divided into different levels. The most popular group of burnt ghost bandits are all hiding in the shrine, and they are basically at the bottom of the ascent."

"And there are one or two ghosts hidden in the coffin, which may not be weaker than the spider monster from outside the village."

"The ghost in the coffin should not belong to this group of burnt ghost bandits, at best they have some kind of connection."

"Then what about the ghost in your shadow?"

"It stands to reason that it is not one of the burnt ghosts, but it is too weak. Even burnt ghosts are probably better than it."

"Why is this guy so special? What is its origin?"

"And I heard you say that this shadow ghost was behind you while the rooster was alive. This seems to be the only ghost in the village that can move before and after the rooster dies."

Ying Sixue groaned, "So this shadow ghost is definitely the most special existence in this village, even more special than the rooster and the spider monsters from outside."

"You'd better be careful with it," Ying Sixue warned. "Although it looks very weak now, if it is allowed to crawl out of that dark world, it will probably be very troublesome."

Yang Xuming glanced at the shadow next to him again, this shadow crouched and looked very thin, even if it was a ghost, it was difficult to scare people.

"We have a clue," Yang Xuming told about the old man who lived in the first room at the entrance of the village. "That old man might know something."

The two left the mourning hall with the vermilion lacquered coffin and quickly returned to the entrance of the village.

Here, under the cold moonlight, a frighteningly big rooster was standing there.

When Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue came over, the rooster looked back at them, and there was a strange light in those tiny eyes.

But the rooster still did not attack Yang Xuming, but stood there watching Yang Xuming and the two walk to the first room at the entrance of the village.

Yang Xuming knocked on the door of the house.

"Uncle, are you at home?" Yang Xuming shouted twice.

However, there was no response from the room.

Yang Xuming knocked on the door several times, but no one answered him in the door.

It seems that the old man is no longer in the house.

Ying Sixue asked in a low voice, "Is the person gone?"

Yang Xuming looked at the closed door and said, "Uncle, are you at home? We will come in if we are not at home."

After speaking, Yang Xuming waited a few more seconds.

However, there was still no response from the room.

So Yang Xuming kicked directly on the door.

boom--

With a loud noise, the sound of Yang Xuming kicking the door was heard from afar, and it is estimated that the whole village could hear it.

Ying Sixue was taken aback, "You... are you crazy?"

Yang Xuming didn't answer, he still held the door hard.

The wooden door was not locked with a lock, but was stuck with a small piece of wood behind the door.

Yang Xuming kicked it several times in succession, the small piece of wood broke directly, and the wooden door was completely opened.

The two walked into the dark room.

"Uncle?" Yang Xuming shouted again, "Are you at home?"

Ying Sixue tugged at him and said, "Stop howling, what should I do if the uncle really comes out?"

The two men walked into the house holding candles.

At the outermost part of the house, there was nothing empty.

There is only a stove full of wood and ashes, and an empty iron pot on the stove.

They walked to the inner room, which was a bedroom with a bed and a cabinet, which was very simple.

Because of the lack of light, the back room exudes a faint damp and musty smell.

Ying Sixue walked around holding a candle, but found nothing.

"The economic situation of this uncle's family may be a bit embarrassing, but this poster..."

Ying Sixue looked at the poster on the wall and said, "This poster is at least 30 years old, with the style of the last century."

Yang Xuming also saw the poster. The painting style is very style of the 70s and 80s. In the village of Yang Xuming's hometown, there are a few old people's posters in this style.

The two looked at each other, and neither spoke.

They carefully exited the bedroom in the back room and went outside.

Ying Sixue pointed to the hall next to the door, and said softly, "Guess...Is there a coffin in this hall?"

Yang Xuming opened the door to the hall directly and saw the dark hall.

He said, "If you open it, you will know."

Yang Xuming walked in directly.

But even though he seemed to be nonchalant on the surface, he still guarded the darkness ahead.

The pale ghost fire ignited in Yang Xuming's hands, illuminating the hall in white and weird.

What appeared in front of them was the two coffins parked in the hall.

One black and one white occupies almost all the space in the hall.

Ying Sixue was startled slightly, "Two coffins?"

If there is a coffin in the hall, or there is no coffin, it is all in their expectations.

But there are two coffins here?

And it just so happened that it was black and white.

Ying Sixue stroked the lid of the coffin and whispered, "You said that this uncle made you come to his room to hide in danger... You said, the room he was referring to, is this the room? Or these two. The coffin?"

Yang Xuming looked at the center of the hall, and the shrine was dedicated to the Master of Heaven and Earth.

It is like a couplet, with the words [Holy One Church, Chang Blessing] on the left, [Ancestors, Baidai Yongliufang] on the right, and horizontal comments [Zu De Liufang].

"There is no statue of King Fudo Ming here," Yang Xuming said.

In the whole village, all the houses hold the statue of Fudo Mingwang.

But this room does not.

"That old man really is another special existence," Ying Sixue said in a low voice, "I just don't know if the black coffin represents him or the white coffin represents him."

Yang Xuming said, "Open the coffin and have a look?"

Ying Sixue nodded, "Open the coffin! Open the white coffin!"

Obviously, Ying Sixue also believes that the white coffin represents the elderly.

After all, when the invisible spider monster was lying outside the door, it was the white coffin in the house that squeezed the spider.

And after the spider left, the ghost in the white coffin did not attack Yang Xuming and the others.

From the current point of view, the white coffin may be an old man who is kind to them.

As for the black coffin...

Yang Xuming glanced at his shadow, and he also had a guess.

There are two coffins in this room, one white and one black.

There are also two special existences in the village, the old woman in the shadow of Yang Xuming, and the old man Yang Xuming has met.

Perhaps they each represent one of the coffins?

Are these two old men lying in this black and white coffin?

Yang Xuming's hand was placed on the lid of the white coffin, and he began to exert force.