Fear Collection

Xie father and mother still refused to let go, Xie Jinxi had no choice but to temporarily give up the routine from them, and instead tried to contact other villagers in the afternoon.

However, the village in the mist was empty, almost no one went out, and Xie Jinxi didn't meet even a single villager.

But after an afternoon, he also figured out the terrain of Sansuo Village.

As the sun was setting, Xie Jinxi returned to the ancestral hall of the Feng family again, looking at the canopy of the ancient tree of the ancestral hall that was higher than the surrounding wall.

In the ghost show, this ancient tree is actually a dead tree, but in reality it is full of branches and leaves, and the lush canopy almost covers the entire ancestral hall, like a huge green cover hanging over the ancestral hall.

"This is the locust tree." Muta said to him.

The locust tree, combined with what Feng Luoling said before, is not only the source of everything, but also devouring everything...

"This isn't really connected to the underworld, is it?"

Naturally, there is no underworld in the real world, and no one knows whether there will be a underworld in the reverse world.If so, what would the underworld look like?

"Would you like to go in now?"

Xie Jinxi was a little hesitant. Feng Luoling didn't suggest that he rush in, but this afternoon he failed to contact the villagers and made no progress, and the biggest source of information is right in front of him...

"It's not necessary for now." Muta replied, "Do you feel it? The fog is getting thicker..."

"Huh?" Xie Jinxi's attention shifted to the surrounding fog, "It seems that there are some..."

The degree of change of the fog is slow and small, and it is almost unnoticeable if you don't pay special attention.

Now Xie Jinxi compared the surroundings with the situation when he went out in the morning, and suddenly felt startled—objects that could be seen clearly in the distance were only outlines in the fog, and the fog was really getting thicker.

Muta said: "You also entered the courtyard of the ancestral hall this morning and stood under the tree to watch it. At that time, there was no obvious abnormality. After leaving the ancestral hall, you talked for a while, and then Feng Luoling let go of his spiritual sense and came out. There is a problem, saying that her spiritual sense spreads too fast, I think it is related to these fogs."

"As time goes by, the fog will become thicker and thicker. There must be something wrong with the fog. Maybe the fog will get thicker and the danger level of Sansuo Village will become higher and higher, and the original normal things will gradually reveal their true nature. face, so I don’t think it is necessary to enter the ancestral hall today.”

"She can recover a little tomorrow, and the two of you can come over together."

Xie Jinxi agreed.

……

On the other side, Sun Jianye returned to his home in Sansuo Village in silence.

He has always been reticent, and he has never spoken much except for matters in his heart. Therefore, when he met Xie Jinxi and the others in the morning, he did not tell them that the Sun family...is a coffin.

A series of ebony coffins were placed in the hall of the room, which looked similar to the Yizhuang where corpses were parked in the past, but Sun Jianye had confirmed that all of these coffins were empty.

The person who claimed to be related to him was his younger brother named Sun Jianhua.

This Sun Jianhua was as reticent as Sun Jianye. He was thin and cold, like a mummy, and could be directly used as the floor of a coffin.

In fact, Sun Jianye doesn't have much desire to survive. What supports him to the present is not so much the will to survive, but rather the suppressed anger and a little bit of hope - all from his daughter.

His... tragically dead daughter.

Sun Jianye no longer wants to recall the despair he felt when he saw the inhuman corpse in the morgue but still recognized it as his daughter at a glance, nor did he want to recall the trembling lips when the forensic doctor asked him if he wanted an autopsy. He had personally avenged his daughter for the pain of dissection.

When he was shot dead on the spot, what he feared most was not death, but not seeing his daughter after death.

After coming to the negative world, Sun Jianye's heart was aroused with unrealistic expectations.A soul with great fear before death, his daughter also meets this point, that is to say... that is to say, his daughter may also struggle to survive in the reverse world, but there are too many fragmented worlds and too many taskers, He couldn't meet it.

So he wants to live, he wants to live, he has to go through one world after another, he has to go through seven worlds, and see if he can meet his daughter again.

He also knew in his heart how unrealistic such a thought was, and how low the probability of reunion after death was.What if the daughter is not pulled into the negative world by "Him" at all?The reverse world is so dangerous, what if the daughter dies again before being met by him?

But people always want to live, and Sun Jianye often thinks that if he can live through the seven worlds, he will not return to the real world to be resurrected, because there is no his daughter there.He only wanted "Him" to let him see his daughter again, even if it was her resentful soul, he only wanted his daughter.

The beloved son of parents is sometimes willing to go through the rough and thorny road of blood for their children, and is willing to go to purgatory with them.

So... Sun Jianye wants to live.

And Sun Jianhua in front of him is his most likely breakthrough at present.

Sun Jianhua was painting the lid of a coffin. Sun Jianhua watched beside him without moving, and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You are already dead."

Sun Jianhua paused, raised his head little by little and looked at him: "What are you talking about?"

"You are already dead." Sun Jianye continued without fear, "Do you hate me?"

"Not all brothers have a good relationship. When I sent the coffin down the mountain, you stayed in the village. If you were the one who went down the mountain and I was the one who stayed behind, everything would be different today. So...do you hate me?"

Sun Jianhua didn't speak again, but the resentment in his eyes staring at Sun Jianye had already answered for him.

In the hall full of ebony coffins, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and Sun Jianhua's face seemed to be covered with a black shadow.

Sun Jianye didn't waver, he was confident in his heart, because he didn't owe Sun Jianhua anything, even if he found out that Sun Jianhua was dead, at present...at least for now, Sun Jianhua still couldn't kill him.

"Can you tell me what the ritual is?"

Sun Jianhua's voice suddenly became sharp and piercing: "You don't know? Why don't you know, how could you not know! Everyone in Sansuo Village should know, but you don't know, don't you..."

Sun Jianye only felt that the air around him was full of sharp malice, and an invisible force grabbed his heart.

will die... really will die...

The one in front of him is a real ghost!

The shackles of the rules are not absolute, especially when the ghost's disguise is broken and one's own flaws are exposed.

But since Sun Jianye dared to ask directly, he had already thought up his rhetoric: "Ghost Married Mother told me to forget, and I will naturally forget. Otherwise, how could I come back after 21 years!"

Sun Jianye almost squeezed out these words from his throat: "You should all know that we are all under the control of Ghost Married Mother, she made me forget and let me live outside for 21 years."

The cold force that had captured Sun Jianye's heart suddenly disappeared, but Sun Jianye was still as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Sun Jianhua looked at him strangely, pointed to the coffin he was painting just now, and said, "Impossible, everyone will die. You will definitely die when you come back. Brother, I have already prepared the coffin for you. "

"If you want to know, then I'll tell you..." Sun Jianhua looked at Sun Jianye, who was clutching his chest and trembling, and the grieving ghost spit out vicious words.

Sure enough... Sun Jianye felt relieved.

After coming to Sun's house, he could feel that the relationship between this younger brother and himself was not good, and it could even be said that the two brothers were almost at odds with each other.

Last night, he found a booklet similar to an account book at Sun's house. It was the two brothers who were preparing to separate.

What Xie Jinxi's parents didn't want to tell him could be learned from Sun Jianhua.

Sun Jianye took a gamble and succeeded.

……

At night, Xie Jinxi returned to Xie's house and went to bed after dinner.

Xie's father and mother had been staring at him during the day, and Xie Jinxi planned to go to their room again at night to get those paper money and paper ingots.

As for the suicide note in the suitcase, he roughly knew where the suitcase was.

As he watched a ghost show in the window, there were many wooden boxes in the yard, shadow puppets were needed for the ghost show to start, and the luggage box should refer to one of those boxes placed in the yard.

So... Tonight, he's going to check it out.

Soon, the night was getting late, and the courtyard was lit up again, and many yellow and white paper money were sprinkled from the sky for no reason, and they were caught in the flames and burned to ashes, as if they were paying for sins that would never be cleared.

Xie Jinxi was called up by Muta, pulled the latch and pushed open the door, and slipped out of Xie's father and mother's room.

He ignored the paper money scattered outside, cautiously opened the door of the room, and walked into the room where he thanked his father and mother.

It was still the same, there was no one in the room, he opened the closet to find the box containing paper money and paper ingots, and took some from it.

Then went downstairs, walked to the door of Xie's courtyard, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The moment the door was opened, the flames in the brazier outside the courtyard suddenly rose high.

Xie Jinxi stepped out of the courtyard and walked into the courtyard, only to realize how cold it was.

It was like a cold day outside the courtyard, which made people feel a kind of extreme cold from the soul to the body. Only the heat from the fire not far away made him feel a little warm.

Without that pot of fire, Xie Jinxi has no doubt that he would have turned into an ice sculpture, frozen here from soul to body.

But the strange thing is that the surrounding area is still shrouded in fog, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the visibility has dropped to a very low level.With the help of the firelight, he was able to see clearly inside the courtyard, but there was only a white space outside the courtyard.

"It's so cold, but the fog hasn't frozen?" Xie Jinxi looked up at the sky, looking at the falling paper money, with doubts in his eyes, "Or is it just the coldness of the soul, and the surrounding temperature has not changed?"

It seems that this has the explanation.

But where did the paper money come from?

There was wind when there was no fog last night, and the paper money was rolled up from the ground by the dark wind and then fell down.

Now that the fog is so thick, Xie Jinxi can no longer see the night sky. Looking up, he can only see a vast expanse of white fog, and there is no wind at all.

These floating paper money seemed to fall from the fog out of thin air, with no origin.