Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Just as Jiang Yan walked into the door, a large lantern hanging suddenly went out, and everyone was horrified.

He took down the large lantern to check, but he couldn't see the wick or anything like that, so the lantern couldn't be lit.

"What should I do? If the lantern goes out, the gate will soon be breached by nightmare!" John expressed his worries, and the others had the same idea.

Lu Tao glanced at Jiang Yan and suggested:

"Why not take out the lanterns in the inner courtyard corridor and hang them at the door?"

Jiang Yan glanced at the lanterns in the corridor, which had the same "囍" character written on them as the lanterns at the door, but they were half the size.

"That's the only way." Jiang Yan said a little helplessly. Taking away a lantern would definitely affect the inner courtyard, but the gate was more important.

He walked to the corridor on the right and took down the lantern under the eaves closest to the gate.

This small lantern replaced the large lantern and hung at the door. It looked a bit asymmetrical, but the faint red light made the brightness of the door much higher.

Although they were a little unwilling, they could only do this now.

After putting the lanterns on the door, everyone entered the courtyard.

Just after they walked in, the vermilion door slowly closed with a "creak". The matchmaker outside the door was still standing alone, and the black wooden boxes containing the bride's body parts were quietly placed on the ground.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the vermilion door closed heavily and tightly.

After the door was closed, the foreigners breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the courtyard was much safer than the dark village.

However, seeing the blood-red lanterns hanging in the corridor, they were a little terrified.

"Let's go, let's go into the main house." Lu Tao did not hesitate and walked straight to the room in the middle of the courtyard.

The other foreigners had no objection. After all, the spirit candle was in his hand, so they could only follow him obediently.

There were three red lanterns in the corridor in front of the main house, and it was the farthest from the gate. It should be the safest place here, so Jiang Yan had no objection.

After entering the main hall, what caught my eye was an altar and a portrait. Two blood-red eight-immortal chairs were quietly placed on both sides of the altar.

The portrait was black and white, and it showed a woman wearing a cheongsam. It was a long time ago, so the photo was a little blurry.

"Who is this person?" Helen asked curiously.

Everyone looked at it, but there was no result after looking for a long time, because they always felt that there was a layer of white mist on the portrait, and they couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

"Is it also the kind of existence that cannot be remembered... Old thing, do you recognize this person?" Jiang Yan asked in his heart.

"I seem to have some impression, but I don't remember the details. It's really a bit strange." Gu Qingfeng also felt a little unbelievable, but soon he stopped caring about it and urged, "Don't worry about it. Don't pursue things that cannot be remembered in dreams, otherwise the consequences will be serious. Now I feel that the red box is in this courtyard. You should go and find it quickly, don't miss the opportunity." Jiang Yan didn't dare to delay after hearing this. After all, if he waited any longer, it would be a lot more troublesome to explore when a nightmare entered the courtyard. So he started looking in the main room, but after searching for a while, he still couldn't find it. Helen was a little confused when she saw this and asked: "Mr. Jiang Yan, are you looking for supernatural items?" "I guess so, but it has nothing to do with you." He said briefly, then asked Lu Tao for a spiritual candle, left the main room, and prepared to explore the side rooms on both sides. As soon as he walked out of the main room, he felt the cold wind blowing on his face. He didn't know when it became so cold outside. The lanterns in the corridor were also shaking constantly, as if a storm was coming.

Jiang Yan suddenly felt uneasy, and without delay, he went to the east wing.

After entering the room, it was pitch black inside, and suddenly a rustling sound came, but it was gone in a flash.

It sounded a bit like a mouse, but he knew that this was a magical place in the dream, and it was hard to imagine that there would be such a thing as a mouse.

"Is there a nightmare here too?"

He didn't dare to be careless, holding a butcher knife in one hand and a spiritual candle in the other, and explored carefully with the help of the faint green candlelight.

The east wing was much older than the main room, and the furniture was covered with dust, as if no one had entered for a long time.

The bedroom was also very messy, with all kinds of sundries scattered everywhere, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it up for a long time.

When he walked to the bed, his face was suddenly stunned, and he saw a black dried corpse sleeping in the wrinkled and dry quilt.

Under the faint green light of the spiritual candle, the mummy looked even more hideous. Jiang Yan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the mummy had become alive..

For the sake of caution, he simply glanced at the bedroom, confirmed that there was no red box, and left, not daring to explore further.

After leaving the east wing, he quickly closed the door. Although these doors were not locked at all, the supernatural world pays attention to form.

The door was closed, which formally meant that the things in this room were sealed. If the weird things inside wanted to come out, they could only open the door with the help of supernatural power.

After leaving the east wing, he immediately walked to the west wing. There was no lantern in the corridor where the west wing was located, which made him even more cautious.

As soon as he opened the door, he was a little surprised. It seemed that something was pushing the door from behind, making it difficult for him to push it open.

Finally, with all his strength, he pushed the door open to a gap as big as a palm.

He put the spirit candle over, trying to use the candlelight to see the scene inside clearly. But as soon as the spirit candle was put over, he was startled.

Behind the crack in the door, a dry dead face looked at him.

Under the dim green light, the dead face looked even more bizarre.

Jiang Yan did not dare to act rashly. After waiting for a while, he found that the dead face did not move. He breathed a sigh of relief and carefully extended the spirit candle in.

At this time, the scene in the room could be roughly seen, but after just one look, Jiang Yan's face was extremely gloomy.

The room was full of corpses, densely packed corpses.

One after another pale corpses were squeezed crookedly in this wing room, and it was roughly estimated that there were hundreds of them.

Jiang Yan felt a little scalp numb and quickly closed the door. Although he didn't know why there were so many corpses here, he didn't want to go in to search. The red box was probably not in it.

He had no choice but to return to the main room and put his hope in the bedroom of the main room.

He didn't explore this bedroom before because the bedroom was locked.

The bedroom door was as red as blood. If you looked closely, it seemed as if real blood was flowing. If you looked at it for a long time, your consciousness would become a little blurred.

The door was tied with rivets and chains, and finally locked with a heavy black iron lock...