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"rustle……"

In the darkness full of unknowns, even the smallest sound is infinitely amplified.

The cowardly cousin simply closed his eyes and pretended to faint first.

Sang Yu watched the shadow slowly walk out of the coffin, but unexpectedly...

The black shadow hunched over and walked slowly to the black and white portrait.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

The glass on the portrait shattered instantly, and the face in the photo was like broken porcelain, covered with cracks, and bright red blood slowly seeped out along the cracks...

Sang Yu wanted to take action, but in the next second, the black shadow disappeared from the spot.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was clean and pure, and only the broken portrait proved that what had just happened was not an illusion...

Sang Yu frowned slightly. This was the first time she encountered such a tricky thing.

It appeared without warning and disappeared without a trace.

The candlelight was rekindled, and the dim light in the mourning hall returned.

Lu Xun held a new candle in his hand and placed the white candle on the Eight Immortals Table.

"That thing is not a ghost, nor is it an evil god, nor is it... a god."

There is not a trace of aura on its body, and unless it shows up on its own initiative, its existence cannot be detected at all.

Sang Yu pursed her lips and whispered to herself, "Could it be the current Xi Niangniang?"

She walked over to her cousin who was pretending to faint, squatted down and said, "Cousin, stop pretending. That thing has left."

The cousin's eyelids trembled, and he quietly opened one eye. Seeing Sang Yu's enlarged face and the slap that was about to touch his face, the cousin was startled and sat up quickly.

"Damn, that was so scary, I thought I was going to die!"

He patted his frightened little heart and said with lingering fear.

Sang Yu didn't waste time talking to her cousin. She pointed at the broken portrait and said, "You just said that the person in the portrait is not grandma, then who is she?"

The villagers in Changshou Village look almost exactly the same. Although Sang Yu can see subtle differences, he doesn't know who the person in the photo is. However, his cousin who is a villager can easily recognize him.

The cousin looked in the direction of Sang Yu's finger. He couldn't help but shudder and said in a trembling voice: "The person above is... the old lady from half a month ago."

"Although she looks a lot like my grandmother, I couldn't possibly make a mistake. When the coffin was opened, I saw with my own eyes that she had a black mole on her chin, but my grandmother didn't have that."

In the torn portrait, there was indeed an inconspicuous small black mole on the chin of the face.

My cousin had a sad face and said with great regret: "Could it be that because I opened her coffin, I was also entangled by her?"

Sang Yu asked, "How many of you carried the coffin?"

When the cousin saw Sang Yu’s serious expression, he was stunned for a moment.

He recalled carefully: "Eight. When the coffin was opened, it was eight of us who opened it together."

After saying that, my cousin's face suddenly changed. If they were entangled because of opening the coffin, then the remaining seven people...

Late at night, not even a star could be seen in this village shrouded in the shade of trees. The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the night wind.

The young man tossed and turned in bed. Ever since what happened half a month ago, he had been haunted by nightmares every night.

As soon as he fell asleep, he would have that nightmare.

In the nightmare, in the pitch-black night, there were knocks on the door outside the yard again and again.

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

The sound kept echoing in his ears, almost driving him crazy.

But he didn't dare to open the door. His intuition told him that if he opened the door, something terrible would definitely happen.

Even if this is just a nightmare...

And tonight, the knock on the door came as expected.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

The man instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and his entire body was shaking with fear.

"Another... dream...?"

It's just that tonight's nightmare seems more real.

It was so real that I could hear the rustling of leaves swaying, the chirping of insects hiding in the grass, and even the slight sound of footsteps...

"Footsteps?"

The man's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the door in disbelief.

The knocking on the door outside the yard stopped abruptly at some point, leaving only the sound of footsteps approaching from afar, which was particularly clear in the darkness.

Who?

Who came in?

The man curled up in a corner of the bed, his eyes fixed on the door.

Closer... Closer...

The footsteps suddenly disappeared outside the door.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Outside the door, the frightening knock sounded again.

The man completely collapsed. He yelled, "No, don't bother me anymore, please don't bother me anymore..."

The knocking on the door stopped immediately, and a familiar caring voice came through the door: "Lei Zi, what's wrong with you?"

When the man heard that it was his grandmother's voice, his collapsed emotions gradually calmed down.

He said weakly: "I'm fine, I just had a nightmare."

"Well, then open the door. I cooked some sweet soup tonight. If you drink it before going to sleep, you won't have nightmares."

Hearing his grandmother's words, the man felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Growing up, his grandmother was the one who loved him the most and would cook a pot of sweet soup for him every night.

"Okay, I'll open the door."

He groped in the dark, got out of bed, walked straight to the door, and opened it a crack.

But the next second, the man's blood froze.

His grandmother...

He was buried three years ago...

Who is that outside the door?