Fear Collection

Peng Ruijin still didn't say anything, but Qian Shi nodded and said, "In that case, I will go and have a look."

"By the way," Qian Shi asked Xie Jinxi, "What are the possible death rules you mentioned? Can't you touch things like suicide notes?"

Xie Jinxi shook his head and said, "I don't know, taking the parents' suicide note should not be considered a debt... Anyway, be careful."

"Okay, then let's act separately. This time, we will gather at this place again before the evening to exchange information. Today is July [-]th, and tomorrow July [-]th, to the midnight of July [-]th, the wedding ceremony It’s time to start, time is running out.”

After Chen Liangjun finished speaking, he left first.

Xie Jinxi and Feng Luoling turned back to the ancestral hall.

Feng Family Ancestral Hall...

The thick fog covered everything, Xie Jinxi had to stand in front of the ancestral hall and look up to see the plaque hanging on it clearly.

There are two pillars outside the door, a shelf on the attic, cornices and bucket arches, and a beast on the crouching spine. The main colors are red and black. The black tiles and mahogany are painted with gold lacquer patterns. The walls on both sides are carved in relief. , but now it makes Xie Jinxi feel evil.

Xie Jinxi was standing in front of the vermilion lacquer gate of the ancestral hall, when he raised his hand to push the door, the moment he touched the door, blood red suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The door, which was already painted with vermilion lacquer, seemed to be seeping blood from the door panel. The thick, foul-smelling, continuous liquid seemed to surge out from a certain individual, and it was about to drown the world.

Xie Jinxi could feel it, he could feel it... There seemed to be thousands of ghosts howling and screaming behind this door.

Endless resentment and pain, as well as the bloody smell that was so thick that it couldn't go away, seemed to be locked behind this door.

Xie Jinxi's hair stood on end for a moment, and a sharp sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart.

No...can't open this door...behind the door...behind the door is like a real hell!

"Thank you Jinxi."

Suddenly, Xie Jinxi heard someone calling him.

Muta, it's Muta's voice.

Like a person whose head was covered by plastic and was about to suffocate, the plastic covering him was suddenly punctured, Xie Jinxi's mind suddenly broke free from the terrifying illusion.

The blood red in front of him suddenly faded, the previous auditory hallucinations and hallucinations disappeared, there was no blood gushing out of the door panel, and the surrounding was very quiet, except for the rapid breathing of himself and Feng Luoling, there was no other sound.

Xie Jinxi turned her head to look at Feng Luoling, and found that Feng Luoling was in worse condition than him. Her eyes were fixed on the door in front of her, but all the spirit had been lost in her eyes.

Xie Jinxi immediately reached out and patted Feng Luoling's uninjured shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Keep your mind."

Feng Luoling trembled like a person who was suddenly awakened from a nightmare, and his eyes returned to normal.

"I'm sorry." Feng Luoling closed his eyes to calm his mind, then smiled wryly, "I encountered such an illusion before entering the ancestral hall, I was careless."

"Our spiritual perception is far superior to normal people, and this is also a double-edged sword."

Spiritual perception can give them an early warning, but it can also easily make them fall into a mental illusion and it is difficult to escape.

Feng Luoling said to Xie Jinxi: "From now on, the two of us must never separate and remind each other."

Xie Jinxi also understands that behind this door must be extremely dangerous, and they must be extremely careful.

After confirming that Feng Luoling was fine, Xie Jinxi pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall.

After a creaking sound, the ancient vermilion lacquered door opened, bypassed the screen wall, and entered the inner courtyard shrouded in thick fog.

The first thing to look at is the tall locust tree. It is hard to tell how many years this ancient locust tree has lived, but according to the history of the Feng family, it should have lived for at least 400 years.

The ancient locust tree in the ghost show has no leaves. In addition to the shady marriage in 1998 mentioned in the suicide note, the ghost bride was burned in the sedan chair together with the locust tree. The tree should only be carbonized The branches are right.

But now it is luxuriant, with green leaves covering all directions, covering the sky above the entire inner courtyard like a green cover.

I don't know what happened in the past 21 years to make the ancient trees that were originally burned look like they had never been burned.

During the day, Xie Jinxi also came to the inner courtyard to watch the corpse of old man Luo nailed to the tree trunk, so he knew that there was nothing else in the inner courtyard except this ancient locust tree, the main hall was the main hall.

Xie Jinxi and Feng Luoling tacitly walked around the locust tree and walked to the main hall of the ancestral hall.

The door of the main hall of the ancestral hall was also tightly closed, Xie Jinxi stepped forward, turned around and looked at Feng Luoling, Feng Luoling nodded to him, signaling that she was ready.

Xie Jinxi took a deep breath. Having learned the lesson from the door, he didn't directly touch the door panel, but lifted the hem of his clothes and put it under his hand, and pushed the door very lightly.

The door opened a gap, Xie Jinxi looked in through it, and found nothing unusual.

He and Feng Luoling looked at each other again, opened the door, and the two stepped over the threshold and walked in.

……

On the other side, Chen Liangjun walked through the village and came to a wooden house.

Although he failed to obtain information about the ceremony yesterday, he obtained a lot of information about other villagers, such as Uncle Shan's residence.

He had also visited the entire village and knew the layout of the village like the back of his hand, so with a clear goal, he went straight to Uncle Shan's wooden house.

The wooden house in front of me is located at the outermost edge of the village, and the forest is beyond. This is not really Uncle Shan's home, it can only be said that it is the place where he most often stays.

Other villagers told Chen Liangjun that Uncle Shan is indeed a hunter. He grew up with his father and inherited the hunting skills and skills from his father.

Although the people in the village have their own skills, they will also accept the gold and silver given by the Feng family. The villagers know where the gold and silver come from, but they regard it as a hush money.

But Uncle Shan's family rarely had contact with Feng's family, and the villagers rarely saw their family accept gold and silver from Feng's family.

Uncle Shan followed his father into the mountains to hunt when he was still a boy of thirteen or fourteen. Later, when he was in his prime, the prey he hunted could not only be sold to the villagers in exchange for grain and clothes, but also furs and the like could be sold outside the mountains by shopkeepers.

He is self-sufficient, does not depend on Feng's family, and is young and strong and possesses wealth. He soon became the leader of the young and middle-aged generation in the village, and he has a lot of weight in Sansuo Village.

Wouldn't such a person take any action when sacrifices were made to burn ghosts and married mothers to death, and villagers died one after another?

Chen Liangjun stood in front of the wooden house, looking at the mountain forest shrouded in thick fog, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass, this mountain uncle...has he really never tried to go down the mountain?

Chen Liangjun felt that there were many doubts in this, but he came to the door of the wooden house, reached out and knocked on the door, and waited for a while, but no one came to open the door.

No one is here?

Chen Liangjun patted the door panel hard again, and the moss-covered door panel suddenly creaked, and a gap was actually opened by him.

An indescribable bloody smell mixed with a rotten stench rushed straight from Chen Liangjun's nasal cavity to his heavenly spirit, making him almost vomit...

Strange, such a strong rotten smell, a wooden door can't block it at all, why didn't he smell it when he opened the door?

Chen Liangjun hesitated for a moment, but he wanted to quickly check the room before Uncle Shan came back, so he didn't have much time, so he could only dodge and enter the wooden house, and at the same time gently closed the door.

……

Feng Luoling and Xie Jinxi went to check the ancestral hall, Chen Liangjun went to check Uncle Shan's house, Qian Shi went to check Wang Guaizi's place, but Peng Ruijin went back to his home and didn't go anywhere.

Peng Ruijin was lying in his "home" room, looking at the thick fog outside the window.

This is his third world. He is a novice in the first world. The seniors who lead him have been actively looking for ideas.As a result, the senior man died, but he survived by luck.

Peng Ruijin is better at looking at people. The senior leaders of the second world are not the kind of cold-blooded people, and they will not wait for death.Therefore, he spared his life even more, and didn't even go to the exploration scene.

In the end, other people found a way out, and he had the cheek to let others take him.Anyway, he doesn't know anything, and bringing him is equivalent to bringing an extra meat shield. If necessary, he can be pushed out to die, so the others have no objection to calling him in the final customs clearance.

Peng Ruijin is very clear about his position, he is a paddling bastard, he will never take the initiative, and will always stay in a safe zone.

He didn't know whether it was good or bad luck, he met Feng Luoling in the third world.

He has also heard of this psychic, and like the leader of the second world, he is not the kind of person who will not save him. meat shield.

good man, good man...

Peng Ruijin suddenly felt ridiculed, he didn't want to be a good person, he just wanted to be a living person.

Peng Ruijin turned over, feeling a little thirsty.

He didn't drink a drop of water last night because he couldn't go to the toilet at night, and now the feeling of thirst makes him toss and turn, and he can't even lie down comfortably.

There was still water in the sink in the kitchen, and he had to fetch it himself if he wanted to drink it.

Peng Ruijin stiffened on the bed for a while, but finally couldn't bear his body's desire for water, so he got up and went to the kitchen.

The people who claimed to be his family members were not there, so Peng Ruijin entered the kitchen smoothly, found a chipped bowl, scooped some water from the water tank, rinsed the bowl, poured it out, scooped up the water again, and drank a bowl .

Peng Ruijin didn't dare to drink too much, mainly because he was afraid of spoiling his stomach, so after drinking only one bowl, he prepared to go back to the room the same way.

When passing by the living room, he saw a box on the living room table.

Peng Ruijin swallowed, the people who claimed to be his family members were really not there.

Although the person who claimed to be his uncle tried his best to conceal it, Peng Ruijin was good at reading people, and he could still see the uncontrollable ferocity in that person.

The calluses on his hands, his walking posture, and his usual state all told Peng Ruijin that this person was a desperado.

It's not a bandit, it's a bandit.

Because Peng Ruijin has been avoiding contact with him, which is why he dare not search the house.

But at this time, my uncle was not at home, and the box on the table attracted Peng Ruijin like magic.

Take a look, pick it up, open it up...

Peng Ruijin walked over unconsciously, and when he came back to his senses, he had already opened the box and was holding the contents in the box——

It was a pen smeared with blood.

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