Mysterious recovery

"Take it out, a tattered white shroud?" Zhou Deng sized it up and recognized it at a glance, looking very experienced.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to take it off and shook it lightly to shake off the dirt, revealing a tattered white cloth.

"It looks like a tablecloth, not a shroud." The eagle glanced at it and said, "Look, this piece of cloth is square and looks like a table."

"Is this thing really useful? It's hard to believe." Li Yang became suspicious.

Yang Jian said, "Who knows, let's keep looking. There are quite a few of us, so it's a bit difficult to find enough mourning clothes for each of us in the remaining time."

"Be prepared, look for it first." Fan Xing nodded.

Everyone started to move again, digging along the old tree next to the old house.

The probability of white mourning clothes is really slim.

It was even a little small. During the excavation, people found a lot of weird corpses. Some of these corpses were highly decomposed, some had only bones left, and some were strange and frightening. They were still fresh, and their skin was pale and bloodless Besides, it wasn't even stiff yet.

But when such a corpse is dug up, it is the default to stop and bury it immediately, and dare not continue to mess around.

The trees here seem to be at least several decades old. After so many years, the corpse has not rotted and remains fresh. One can imagine the reason. It is probably not a corpse, but a sleeping ghost. If Li Gui wakes up in this way, he may not know what kind of danger will happen.

In addition, they also unearthed some mutilated things.

For example, half a dead head, when the soil was dug up, the head still had its eyes wide open, it was gray and dull, and there was no sign of decay.

There are even two corpses buried in some pits. The two corpses are highly decomposed, but the corpses are connected to each other, like Siamese twins, but it is not the size of a baby, but an adult. Of the conjoined corpses, one corpse has a strange and hideous appearance, while the other corpse is distorted in pain.

It was as if a ghost was invading a living person's body.

Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately buried the soil and stopped digging.

As time passed, everyone began to feel a little anxious, because the mourning clothes in their hands were not enough, far from enough.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Da Qiang, Lao Ying, Yang Xiaohua, Fan Xing, Zhou Deng, and a strange ghost master, add up to eight people, and they need to find at least eight mourning clothes to successfully cope with tomorrow's event. Condolences.

If there is no way to get the mourning clothes together by twelve o'clock, then someone will definitely face danger because of the lack of this thing.

"Only three pieces were found, and there is still an hour left. I'm afraid it will be difficult if this continues." Eagle frowned, and he looked at Yang Jian.

This is a hidden danger.

Once it is not done well, there will be a rush due to the uneven distribution of spoils, even if you don't do it, there will be many conflicts later.

Yang Jian didn't speak, and one of his ghost eyes rolled restlessly: "Keep digging, find as many as you can find, and the rest depends on the situation."

Everyone remained silent at the moment and continued to work.

At 11:30, luck seemed to come back a little, and everyone dug up another mourning dress, but I don’t know if it counted, because the dead baby was wrapped under the white mourning dress, and the dead baby seemed to be immature. Type, connected to the umbilical cord, as if it had just been taken out of the stomach.

But what is frightening is that the weird baby's stomach is still rising and falling, as if it is breathing, and it seems to be sleeping.

Yang Jian looked at it, pondered for a moment, and took the mourning gown away, because there were only four pieces in his hand, which was still not enough, although the unformed baby looked terrifying, and was even in a better state than other corpses. It's all good, but at this juncture, I don't care whether I will provoke these supernatural things.

It's no use if you can't survive tomorrow.

The time has come to eleven fifty in the evening.

At this time, everyone has already started to stop, because the remaining time is not enough to dig a tree.

"That's it. It seems that we can only find so much. The rest is really helpless. This thing is too deceitful. We dug all the way from there, taking turns to rest and work. There is basically no way for six hours. Intermittent." The eagle panted, very tired.

The tools in hand are not good, otherwise the efficiency will be faster.

Yang Jian didn't rest for a moment. He used his ghost to dig. The speed was very fast, but no matter how fast he was, he was limited by the range of the white lantern.

"It feels like everything is calculated. We took a lantern so we only found four mourning clothes. There are eight of us here, and there are two lanterns. If we carry two lanterns, we may be able to find them just right. Eight pieces, for all our needs."

Zhou Deng thought for a while.

"It's not your fault. I lost a lantern. What do you mean by saying that now?" Fan Xing complained.

"What should I do now? There are only four items, and half of the people must not be able to share them. Is it possible to let the other half die?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the others changed.

The most disturbing thing is Yang Xiaohua, she is an ordinary person, if half of the people are to be eliminated, it will definitely be unavoidable.

"I don't have to. I have the music box that Yang Jian gave me in my mind. I may not be killed." Eagle said, he voluntarily gave up a spot.

Because he also knew that the curse of the music box would definitely kill him in a few days, so he didn't want to argue at this time, it was meaningless.

After he had no hope of surviving, he saw a lot.

The reason why I am still working so hard is to try to get out of here alive to meet my child, live a normal life for a few more days, and say goodbye to this world.

"Now is not the time to discuss this, the changes on the fourth day have begun..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he slightly raised his head to look into the air.

"Woo! Woo!"

night.

got windy.

The cold wind blew the treetops of the old forest, shook the whole forest, and made a whining sound, as if something was crying in the woods. It was very similar to the mourning sound that appeared on the first day, but it was more real , more clearly, not the kind of feeling that seems like nothing.

"boom!"

next moment.

A weird old tree was blown by the wind, and it lost its balance and fell directly to the ground.

"Ok?"

When everyone looked at it, their eyes suddenly shrank.

"That tree was the first tree we dug up before..."

Not finished yet.

The second tree arrived. It was the second tree dug up by the crowd.

Then the third tree, the fourth tree, the fifth tree... One tree after another was blown to the ground by the wind. Those old trees were undoubtedly dug up by Yang Jian and the others before. It didn't matter whether they touched the dead body under the tree or not.

"We clearly didn't touch the tree roots when we dug, and we carefully avoided them." Yang Xiaohua trembled slightly at the moment.

Yang Jian's eyes were fixed: "Spiritual imbalance, that's it, it's completely unreasonable, even if you just dig up the soil, you don't even touch the body, maybe some kind of balance has been broken, and mourning on the fourth day is very dangerous." Yes, according to previous judgments, the ancient house should become more and more dangerous day by day until the arrival of the first seven."

"There are still 5 minutes until twelve o'clock." Eagle looked at the time and said immediately.

Trees are still falling, without exception.

The six pits that disappeared and dug before seemed to be a deadly signal, and now the danger was being released, even by their own hands.

"You can't blame me for this. Everyone has done something just now. By the way, I don't want to wear mourning clothes tomorrow. Let me make it up to everyone. This should be interesting enough." Zhou Deng was afraid at this time Being pointed at by everyone, he hastily put aside responsibility.

Even withdrew from the distribution of mourning clothes.

The withdrawal of him and the previous Eagles made the others feel relaxed a lot.

Because the probability of survival is greater.

"Wow..."

Another row of trees fell, and at this time the sound of babies crying echoed in the old forest.

Hearing this cry, everyone immediately thought of the weird baby that hadn't formed yet. The baby was sleeping, but now it seems to be awake...

"The baby is awake, you are familiar with Yang Jian, and you have experience in dealing with ghost babies, so it will be up to you when the time comes," Zhou Deng said immediately.

Yang Jian's eyes sank: "Don't waste time, go back to the old house, you can't stay outside, the third day's funeral is over."

"Hurry up." Everyone didn't dare to procrastinate, and immediately turned around and rushed towards the ancient house.

The cold wind continued to blow on the road.

The pale light emitted by the lantern in Yang Jian's hand was also shaking, as if it had been affected, giving people the illusion that it would be extinguished at any time.

Fortunately, everyone was not far away from the ancient house, and they had reserved time in advance.

soon.

Everyone entered the old house again, and came directly to the lobby. This time, they had experience, and everyone remembered to close the door.

"Time." Yang Jian asked.

"It's eleven fifty-nine." Eagle said.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately began to distribute the mourning clothes. He directly threw one piece to Li Yang, then one piece to Daqiang, and the other piece to Fan Xing.

Although I am very dissatisfied with that guy, but at this juncture, I can no longer be arrogant, because he is a useful existence.

"Then, what about me?" Yang Xiaohua's voice was trembling, she looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian still has one more thing in his hand, but it is his property by default, because no one can compete with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but just glanced at Zhou Deng: "As compensation, take out a piece of yellow paper for her to use, and forget about the past."

Zhou Deng's eyes moved. He knew that Yang Jian still had one in his hand, but he didn't ask why Yang Jian didn't use it. He just nodded, "I'm not responsible for any mistakes."

"You don't need to be responsible." Yang Jian said.

"it is good."

Zhou Deng took out a piece of yellow paper and walked towards Yang Xiaohua.

Those assigned mourning clothes began to wear them immediately.

At the same time twelve o'clock came.

A gust of cold wind poured in from the patio not far from the lobby, and instantly invaded this ancient house. This wind made people feel chills all over the body, and even the lantern in Yang Jian's hand was suddenly extinguished at this moment .

The wind blew out the lantern.

The pale light also disappeared.

"Sure enough, this lantern will be useless on the fourth day. Like the incense before, it is a life-saving thing, but in the next few days, these life-saving effects will disappear." Yang Jian thought to himself.

He was already aware of this, so he didn't feel sorry for it.

Throw the lantern aside casually.

Yang Jian also put on the mourning clothes immediately.

"Bang! Bang!"

Sudden.

There were two loud bangs, the door of the ancient house was pushed open by something, and there were two bangs.

Immediately afterwards, they heard hurried footsteps invading from outside the ancient house.

"The ghost is here."

Everyone's face changed greatly.

Although I knew that condolence on the fourth day was very dangerous, I didn't expect it to be so direct.

The ghost forest was out of control, and the ghost directly invaded the old house.

The door can't be blocked.

On the first day, ghosts only dared to knock on the door, even if the door was open, they dared not set foot here.

It's only the fourth day, and I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.

Chapter 939 The Sinister Influx

The first three days of the old house have passed.

It's day four.

This day is called: Mourning Day.

As soon as twelve o'clock came at night, the situation in the ancient house immediately took a turn for the worse. A gust of cold wind poured in from the patio and invaded the lobby directly. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hand was blown out.

But everyone seized the time and made preparations.

The four pieces of mourning clothes were distributed...

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the front yard of the old house, the sound was dense and hurried, as if a lot of people rushed into the old house at this moment.

But in fact, there is no living person outside.

Everyone stood in the lobby with tense expressions instantly.

"I don't agree with the distribution plan of the mourning clothes." However, at this moment, the strange ghost master suddenly said with a grim expression.