Mysterious recovery

So when the next night came, Zhou Deng secretly took a stick of incense and a white lantern at the door.

Holding the lantern, he didn't try to leave the old house, but just wandered around.

"There is no way to leave this place without a ghost bus." Zhou Deng entered the old forest along a winding path.

This road is the path to the back door of the ancient house and the road leading to the gate is not the same.

"The former owner of the ancient house built a road here to make it easier to leave one day. Maybe you can find a way to leave here by walking along this road. If it doesn't work, you may find some treasure buried by the owner of the ancient house."

Zhou Deng's eyeballs rolled, and he was thinking of some strange ideas again.

Gradually.

He followed this path deep into the old forest.

This road is very strange, it is paved with yellow soil, there is not a single weed growing on it, and the soil is very new, as if it was repaired a few days ago, there was not even such a road before.

"The trees along the way have been cut down." Zhou Deng found that there were stumps in the middle of the road.

It is conceivable that in order to build this yellow mud road, a considerable price was spent.

Carrying a white lantern, walking deeper and deeper, and the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

soon.

The nearby woods were all shrouded in darkness, leaving only a vague outline, only a yellow mud road stretched forward, as if it had no end.

"A weird road that never ends? Should we turn around and go back?" Zhou Deng frowned, thinking about this question.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and gave up.

He chose to continue walking, because it may not be safe to turn back and enter the old house. There are dangers everywhere in this ghostly place, and maybe the outside is better.

He didn't know how long the walk was, and he couldn't count the time.

All he knew was that the old trees around the yellow mud road gradually became thinner, and then he came to an open place.

This open area presents a circular shape, covered with yellow soil, surrounded by dense old forests, and no other trails have been found.

The end has come.

In this open space, Zhou Deng saw several graves.

The old and the new are different, some look like many years ago, some are like a few years ago, and some are even newly buried. There are tombstones in front of these graves with names and portraits on them, and there are some gravestones in front of them. The sacrifice is white rice in a blue and white porcelain bowl.

The rice was hard, as if it was not cooked.

Zhou Deng came to an earthen grave with a lantern, and he took the lantern to illuminate it.

The pale lantern light dispelled the darkness, revealing a portrait.

On the portrait is a strange man, he doesn't look like the current person, he seems to have been dead for many years, because the clothes he wore when the photo was taken are very old-fashioned, but he looks very young and quite handsome.

"It's a pity to die here so handsome." Zhou Deng looked down at the bowl of white rice in front of the tombstone.

He put the lantern aside, and stretched out a hand to get it.

However, as Zhou Deng bent down, the eyes of the man on the tombstone turned strangely, and he also looked down along with his hand.

"Crack~!"

Zhou Deng suddenly withdrew his hand and slapped himself.

"Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you know it's dangerous and you're still picking things up. What if you get cursed and you're caught by ghosts?"

He actually dismissed this idea and picked up the lantern again, not touching the bowl of white rice in front of the grave.

now.

The man in the portrait on the tombstone slowly looked back, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

Zhou Deng continued to wander, and he came to the second grave.

In front of the second grave is a very beautiful woman with waist-length hair and a smile, wearing a cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, it is impossible to tell what color the cheongsam is.

There is also a bowl of rice in front of the grave.

It's just that this bowl of rice seems to be less than the one in front of the grave, and it seems to have been eaten.

"It's a pity that she died after being so beautiful. That cheongsam seems to be pretty good. I don't know if it was buried in the grave." Zhou Deng thought so.

Then he slapped himself again: "Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you can't do this. Is it appropriate for someone so beautiful to dig someone else's grave and want to take off the clothes of the dead?"

It is a pity that Zhou Deng left.

He then walked around the other graves.

However, nothing special was found, only a rusty shovel standing in front of an open space.

Zhou Deng picked it up and tried it, but it was a pity that it was not a supernatural item, but a very ordinary thing, which disappointed him greatly.

"Go back, go back, what a waste of time to find nothing."

While Zhou Deng was complaining, but before he left, without knowing why, he came to the second grave of the woman by accident, and put the incense stick on the grave.

"I think you are the most pleasing to the eye. It is not in vain for me to come here."

He couldn't see anything special about this incense, and it seemed that it would burn out in a short time, and it was useless to keep it in his hand, so he simply discarded it. He was not interested in this kind of consumable, and it was not as useful as the lantern in his hand. .

Holding the white lantern, Zhou Deng went back the same way.

But it wasn't long before he left here.

The stick of incense standing on the grave is burning rapidly, and the speed is very fast, and the incense ash is falling down, and the strange thing is that the burning smoke is not floating upward, but is floating downward, sinking into the In that old grave.

The smile on the portrait of the woman on the tombstone in front of the grave seems to have changed, and the smile has become wider.

After that, the portrait gradually faded, the color became lighter, and finally the portrait disappeared, leaving only a blank space on the tombstone.

next moment.

The old grave suddenly sank and collapsed.

An extremely white hand with red nails suddenly appeared. That hand rested on the tombstone, and with a slight movement, pushed the tombstone to the ground and buried it in the sunken old grave.

Turn around.

A strange woman in a red cheongsam with a graceful figure and waist-length hair appeared in the middle of the open space.

This woman exudes a kind of fragrance, which is like the smell of the burning incense before, and it seems to have another smell.

However, this woman did not have that rotten, lifeless feeling.

"Crash..."

The wind picked up in the nearby old forest, and the trees swayed and rattled.

"Heck, heck." The woman let out a laugh.

The laughter echoed, with accents.

The swaying old tree immediately regained its calm.

The woman left, and she walked along the yellow mud road towards the old house.

Under the red cheongsam is a pair of red high-heeled shoes, as bright as blood, and there is an embroidered handkerchief hanging around her waist... Elegant and weird.

Chapter 928

"What time is it now?"

"It's 03:30 in the morning."

In the back hall of the old house, everyone has been guarding the red coffin for several hours. Ever since Yang Jian used a hatchet to dismember an unknown ghost, the darkness in the old house has receded to the left and right sides. In the corridor.

And the darkness did not strike again for several hours.

This shows that the dismembered ghost has not recovered.

Or, the ghost was scattered and the puzzle piece was not found, so the spiritual power was greatly reduced, and now it can no longer have a greater impact on this ancient house.

The old radio still remains on the lobby floor.

Although there were rustling sounds from time to time, no signal was received, and no strange words came out.

In the first few hours of the vigil, the first wave of ghosts' attack was finally resisted.

Although it was dangerous, no one was lost. This is good news, but this kind of confrontation is the price that almost consumed the incense in front of the coffin.

And the remaining stick of incense will take five days.

Obviously, this will not last until then, and Yang Jian believes that the last stick of incense will soon be exhausted.

"We should be able to survive tonight. It seems that the ancient house has returned to calm, and the ghosts have temporarily receded, but we don't know what to do on the third day? Now, while we have time, we might as well discuss it."

After seeing the situation stabilized, the Eagles began to stir up topics.

Discuss what should be done next.

There is nothing wrong with this idea. Be prepared for danger in times of peace. If you make a decision first, you will not be in a hurry.

"The first day is for encoffining, the second day is for vigil, and the third day should be... condolences?" Li Yang said with some doubts.

"It shouldn't be so fast. If it is a normal funeral, the funeral should be reported. The first day after the death, the funeral should be reported and the notice should be issued the next day after the night. Then the condolences should be issued on the fourth day. Come to pay homage to the dead and pay homage to the remains." Wang Feng said.

"There is still a process of reporting the funeral? Logically speaking, shouldn't the reporting of the funeral be done on the first day?" Someone asked.

"Traditional funerals, can you report the funeral on the first day? In the past, when a person died, there was no mobile phone or communication equipment. When the person died suddenly, he was enshrined in the coffin on the first day, and then the family kept vigil, and then the funeral was reported." Wang Feng said with certainty. .

Because he had been thinking about the funeral process all this time.

"If it's a funeral report, what should I do? Could it be that I stood in the old house and shouted that someone died here?"

Wang Feng said: "That definitely can't be done. Reporting a funeral should only need to send out a signal, but I don't have any idea how to do it."

"Wait a minute, there is movement outside."

Suddenly, Yang Jian waved his hand, and he looked in the direction of the back door.

There was a wooden door half closed at the back door, through the crack of the wooden door he could vaguely see a pale light flickering in the distance, and it was slowly approaching here, and after a certain distance, he was sure that it was a person, Carrying a white lantern, he walked along the path from the old forest.

"It doesn't look like a ghost, but it looks like Zhou Deng who disappeared before. Yes, that's right, it's that guy Zhou Deng." Someone also saw it, and immediately gritted their teeth.

"Is this guy still alive?" Fan Xing was also surprised.

Before, the ancient house was shrouded in darkness, and danger came. Except for the safe location of the back hall, other places were extremely dangerous.

Even if Zhou Deng had nominated the captain, there was no way to survive in this environment.

Crunch!

The back door was pushed open.

Zhou Deng walked into the back hall with his feet covered in yellow mud. He was a little surprised and said, "I saw some people here just now, so I came here to take a look. I didn't expect you all to be here. What happened just now?"

"Where did you go before?" Yang Jian looked around and asked.

"Of course I went around here to see if there is any danger," Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jian said: "The result?"

Zhou Deng said: "This place is really not simple. There are a few old graves in the forest. I saw something was wrong, so I left after leaving a stick of incense."

"The lantern in your hand was taken from the front door?" Yang Jian looked at the familiar lantern.

"It's dark outside, take a lantern to light the way, it shouldn't be a problem." Zhou Deng said: "I searched for other places before, and found that there is no other way to leave here, the only place to stay There is only this old house, and now I plan to go around the front again."

Fan Xing immediately said: "Don't mess around with Zhou Deng, this place is not as simple as you think, the old house is the only safe place, if you mess around and break the balance, we will all be killed, and You shouldn't have taken that incense, the incense here is very special and has strange effects, it is very important to us."

"I didn't find anything special about that incense." Zhou Deng frowned.

"Hey, everyone, can we not discuss the issue of that incense now, I wonder if Zhou Deng was the only one who came in just now?"

Suddenly, someone immediately reminded him, and then he pointed to the footprints on the ground.

Everyone looks.

At the position of the back door, there are scattered footprints of different sizes, which seem to be wandering next to the door.

At this moment, the motionless rear door was automatically swaying back and forth without any wind.

The eagle stared at the footprint covered in yellow mud and said: "It's not just Zhou Deng's footprint, there are other footprints mixed in, but haven't you noticed that this muddy footprint is the same as the one on the fourth floor of the post office before?" Are the footprints similar?"

"When you say that, I have an impression. It should not be left by the same ghost, but a ghost that appeared in the same place. The post office has something to do with this place." Li Yang recalled.

He had a very clear impression of the footprints that had appeared on the fourth floor of the post office before.