Mysterious recovery

"If all these are carried out according to the steps of the funeral, the most important thing on the first day is to encoffin, move the old man's body into the coffin, if nothing is done, there is no body in the coffin, and the coffin is not completed , then who will the whole ancient house cry for?"

Thinking of this, Yang Jian was inexplicably startled, and a strong sense of crisis surged up.

Because the old man's body is still left in the lobby, no one dares to approach it. If this continues, the encoffining will definitely fail today, and everyone will have to bear the consequences of the failure.

Check the time again.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning.

At the beginning, the strange sound in the old house was just the sound of whining wind, and then it turned into crying and lasted for a while, and at this moment, there was a new change.

Those cries are changing places...

A familiar and eerie crying sound was in the front yard of the old house. After Yang Jian locked onto the sound, he found that the sound was moving, moving to the patio.

There are also voices that were originally on the roof, but now they seem to have fallen from the roof, crying in the middle of the lobby.

The sound was very close, very close, as if it was right next door.

Even, to the horror of the room, a crying sound moved to the door of the room.

It seemed that there was really a person standing outside the door crying.

But when you listen carefully, you find that the cry is like the whining sound of gusts of cold wind blowing by, and everything seems less scary again.

Fortunately.

This kind of crying is not fatal, it is not Tong Qian's grimacing crying, so the people in the room are safe for the time being.

But it was so "lively" outside the room. In this situation, no one could feel sleepy. Everyone's eyes were wide open, staring outside with a bit of trepidation.

Although separated by the door and the wall, they couldn't see what was going on outside.

But this crying so close at hand made people have to be vigilant.

"Judging from the supernatural phenomenon, all of this is a sign of getting out of control. My previous inference may be correct, and the encoffining must be completed."

After Yang Jian realized this, he made up his mind.

He stood up again.

The others looked at him again with slightly surprised expressions.

"Going out at this time will be very dangerous." The eagle said in a deep voice: "There are all those weird cries outside, I suggest you wait until the cries subside."

Yang Jian didn't answer him, but just glanced at Li Yang.

Still the old rules.

He is not there, Li Yang is responsible for guarding the gate, ensuring that there is a safe place to hide in the ancient house, and also ensuring that there is a possibility to retreat at any time.

Li Yang didn't say a word, just nodded.

Yang Jian immediately opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he opened the door, the crying outside stopped abruptly, and suddenly turned into scattered wind reverberating. There were no ghosts outside, and there was nothing else. It seemed that the crying inside the old house was caused by too much pressure. The auditory hallucinations made people feel suspicious, but in fact they were just the most common rumors.

Yang Jian quickly came to the lobby.

The crying in the lobby also disappeared, as if Yang Jian's appearance disturbed the nearby crying, and everything returned to normal.

But only the crying around Yang Jian has changed, in other corners, deep in the old house, the crying is still echoing.

"The body is still there."

Yang Jian stared at the corpse of the old man on the black master chair, and felt less nervous. What he was most worried about just now was the mysterious disappearance of the corpse.

Immediately walked over.

He came to the side of the corpse.

The skinny, cold corpse of the old man sat upright on the chair, with his eyes closed, extremely stiff, the wrinkled skin was covered with corpse spots, and the number was more than before.

The corpse seemed to be rotting.

Yang Jian wanted to use coffin nails to nail the corpse first, but he gave up after thinking about it.

This corpse may be the key to maintaining the balance of this ancient house.

If the coffin nails the corpse, then once the corpse loses all its spiritual power, the balance in the ancient house may be broken.

In the face of supernatural events, as long as the current situation does not deteriorate, don't do unnecessary actions.

Yang Jian has done self-defeating things before and has experience in this area.

So now he didn't even use his ghost hand, he just reached out and grabbed the corpse's arm, trying to lift it up.

With Yang Jian's current strength, let alone a dead body, he can easily lift even ten dead bodies.

However, the old man's body sat motionless on the chair, and it was a little abnormally heavy.

"It's not because of lack of strength, but because of the abnormality in the corpse itself." Yang Jian didn't use brute force anymore, he knew that relying solely on strength was useless.

He had no choice but to use Ghost Shadow.

A tall black shadow stood up from behind Yang Jian. On the head of this black figure, there was a face that looked like blood smeared. The face was the same as Yang Jian's appearance, as if it was rubbed .

The ghost shadow touched the old man's body at this moment.

At this moment the old man moved.

Supported by the ghost, the corpse's arm was slowly raised.

"The complete ghost image is still very useful." Yang Jian had a very strange feeling at the moment.

It felt like I had changed my body.

The mere contact gave Yang Jian the urge to abandon his original body and invade the old man's corpse.

This is the characteristic of ghosts emerging.

Compared with Yang Jian's body, this strange old man's corpse is more in line with Ghost Shadow's needs.

Because the ghost's instinct is to keep changing its body like a jigsaw puzzle until it pieced together a body of a ghost, so the closer the body of a ghost is, the more suitable it is for the ghost.

At this moment, with ghost eyes and ghost hands on Yang Jian's body, he couldn't make the ghost feel at ease. Instead, he felt that the old man's corpse was better.

This only proves a point.

The old man's corpse was more terrifying than imagined.

"Hurry up, don't let the ghost touch this dead body for too long, otherwise I will be influenced by the ghost's instinct." Although Yang Jian's consciousness occupies an absolute dominant position at the moment, he has also inherited the characteristics of ghosts.

This is like a human desire, which cannot be erased.

At the right time, at the right opportunity, this instinct will emerge. The safest way is to stay rational and not obey this ghost's characteristics.

The old man's body moved like a marionette.

Yang Jian took the corpse to the back hall.

There were still cries echoing in the back hall, but with his arrival, the cries dissipated and turned into whining wind.

The previous red coffin was still there and had not been moved.

The few sticks of incense in front of the coffin were still burning slowly.

Several hours passed and the few sticks of incense did not show any sign of shortening, and still exuded a faint fragrance.

This scent covered part of the corpse smell, making the weird atmosphere here less intense.

Yang Jian walked over, and he pushed the red coffin away.

everything is normal.

The red coffin was not difficult to open, and it was empty inside, as if it was waiting for the old man's corpse to wade in.

Yang Jian didn't waste any time and quickly settled the old man's body inside.

When the body was put into the coffin and lay flat, something unexpected happened.

The wind howled outside, as if the direction of the wind had changed, and the strange crying echoing in the ancient house also stopped abruptly at this moment.

Although there is still a whining sound, but it has not evolved into a crying sound.

The supernatural phenomenon of mourning was contained, and calm was restored in the old house.

"The guess is correct. The seven days in the ancient house correspond to the seven days of the funeral. The first day is encoffining. As long as the encoffining is successful, the supernatural phenomenon of mourning will be curbed, but this containment should not be permanent. Wait until the second day, and the second day." In three days, the real mourning will come."

"But everything must be done in order. Once the order is disrupted, the consequences may be disastrous."

"So, the way to survive seven days in the old house is to follow the rules in the old house. As for what the rules are...you have to guess."

Yang Jian's eyes moved. He looked at the old corpse lying in the coffin. For some reason, he felt that the corpse's expression was no longer so rigid, but instead had an illusion of serenity.

"Hope everything goes well."

He put the lid on the coffin and waited for another half an hour.

Make sure there are no other abnormalities before leaving.

Yang Jian returned to the lobby, and met two strange ghost masters peeping in the corridor, as if curious why the crying stopped suddenly.

"I put the corpse in the coffin behind, don't move around."

He reminded me and left.

"So that's how it is..."

Those two people were not stupid, they immediately realized that the improvement of the strange phenomenon just now was due to Yang Jian.

Putting the corpse into the coffin, stopped the crying in the old house?

Why didn't I think of such a simple thing.

"It's okay, let's go back too." The two ghost masters heaved a sigh of relief and returned to their rooms.

"If the first day is encoffining, what's next?" Yang Jian was thinking about the next step.

There are many memories of the funeral in his mind.

However, the funerals in memory are all different, with many nuances.

In some memories, the funeral lasted for three days. People died on the first day, mourned on the second day, and went to the grave to be buried on the third day.

There are no seven days at all.

"So, the funeral of this ancient house must follow the seven-day standard...it will last until the first seven days of resurgence. If you guess the wrong steps during this period, the ancient house will lose control, and danger and terror will come."

Yang Jian thought so.

But soon.

He stopped before returning to the room.

A black grand master's chair was placed in the middle of the dim aisle, and he could see it clearly when he lit it with a flashlight.

"This chair has moved. Although it was placed in the middle of the aisle before, it is not so close." Yang Jian's face darkened.

The passage was endless, with rooms on either side, and it was definitely very deep where the chairs had been before.

"It's definitely not someone who moved it on purpose. Although other people are afraid of me, they are still clear-headed and know what can be touched and what can't be touched, so this chair was not moved by someone... but by a ghost."

He took a deep look at the dark, endless corridor.

Inside, something seemed to want to come out.

The black master chair is like a roadblock, blocking all this.

But just a while ago, the chair that was a roadblock was pushed, and it advanced to such a close position in one breath.

If the danger zone is divided.

As long as the room is no more than the position of the chair, it should be safe. Once you pass this line, you may not be able to stay in the room.

"These seven days are really not so easy to survive. This ancient house is like a thatched hut with four holes. It is useless to mend it. It will be invaded by ghosts soon." Yang Jian speculated in his heart.

Four days.

No.

Up to two days, three days.

At that time, the position of the chair will be beyond the first room, driving everyone into the lobby. It is impossible for everyone to hide in the room safely and get through the first seven days here.

"I don't know if it will be useful to put an extra chair."

Yang Jian remembered that there were two black chairs in the lobby.