Mysterious recovery

"Paper ash, this black powder is paper ash." Zhang Yiming touched and smelled it.

Paper ashes?

Zhang Han was a little horrified: "Then, is there an iron basin in front of the mourning hall? During the daytime, there are still villagers burning paper money. Wasn't there a basin of paper ashes when we went there before?"

"So, the ghost really came out of that house?" Ye Jun felt a chill behind his back.

Zhang Yiming threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it: "That's right, judging from the current situation, the ghost is indeed in the mourning hall, but now... it's not there anymore, because the ghost is after us, so we can't wait to see the ghost." With us, and very close."

"The ghost chose to follow, so is the Yang Jian who stayed in the mourning hall dead after we left?" Zhang Han asked in surprise.

"I don't know, maybe he's dead, maybe he's still alive, but the possibility of surviving shouldn't be high. After all, He Sheng and Ouyang Tian are already dead." Zhang Yiming said.

His eyes have been paying attention to any movement around him, and he did not dare to be careless for a moment.

The ghost just now did indeed follow him, and this is certain.

So now it's not the question of whether Yang Jian will die, but the question of whether the three of them can live.

At this moment in Huanggang Village.

Of course Yang Jian is not dead.

He found a crowbar and was trying to find a way to open the lid of the coffin.

"It's too heavy... as if it was nailed to death, and there are no nails around the coffin."

After Yang Jian pryed for a while, he still couldn't open it, so he hung on the crowbar and reluctantly opened a crack with his full weight.

Yes, just a seam.

The ghost eyes on his head ignored the shroud of darkness, barely able to see a little of the inside of the coffin through the slit.

A pair of blackened dead palms, ten fingers like steel nails, fastened the lid of the coffin inside, and closed the lid of the coffin that could be easily opened.

Is this the reason why it has not been opened?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

Just when he was about to see clearly, the coffin trembled, the crowbar slipped, and instantly collapsed and fell to the ground.

"Bang~!"

The coffin lid closed immediately with a loud noise, and the seams were tight, leaving no gaps.

"There is definitely... a ghost lying in this coffin."

Yang Jian took a slight breath and looked at the crowbar on the ground. He didn't try to open it any further.

It is enough to already know the result.

It doesn't matter if the coffins are really opened or not.

"If the ghost is in the coffin, does that mean that as long as you guard the coffin so that the ghost can't get out, you can avoid being killed?" Yang Jian didn't leave because he was afraid, he stared at the coffin and fell into while thinking.

This is a bold guess.

If the guess is wrong, it means that you are the meat delivered to your door, and you will die professionally.

But if the speculation is correct, Yang Jian can at least ensure that he is still safe before the coffin is opened.

And once the judgment is successful.

It is only one step away from imprisoning this ghost.

Yang Jian thought for a while and decided to take a risk.

If you don't guard here, you can't know when the ghost will appear, which is even more detrimental to yourself.

There are no cameras in the countryside. If there are cameras, you don’t have to come by yourself.

Immediately.

He went straight back to the old man Liu Genrong's house, carried out his salute, put it in a body bag, and the gold box, human skin paper... and then returned to the mourning hall.

Without thinking much, he threw the salute to the side, and Yang Jian sat beside the coffin, staring at the coffin's every move.

He is using his life to prove a fact.

At this moment, the ghost is in the coffin, and he is outside the coffin.

less than three meters apart.

Just when Yang Jian was not sleeping and staring at the coffin, on the road at the entrance of the village, three sports cars also stopped in the middle of the road.

Zhang Yiming, Ye Jun, and Zhang Han sat with their backs to each other, vigilant about everything around each other.

There was a ghost around them before, and they didn't dare to drive or walk around, because they couldn't tell whether the ghost was still nearby.

"Crack~!"

Zhang Han suddenly slapped himself.

"Can't stand it, want to sleep?" Ye Jun asked.

Zhang Han said: "No, there are mosquitoes, and there is a bite on the face."

"..."

Zhang Yiming said: "There are still about two hours before dawn. If you are not sure whether this ghost is nearby, then wait until dawn, at least with a better view."

"I kind of hope that Yang Jian is here now. His eyes seem to be able to see ghosts, so he won't be smeared like us." Zhang Han slapped himself again, killing a mosquito.

"I'm really annoyed. We are ghost hunters anyway, but two people were killed by playing like this. We didn't even see the ghost's face for a long time. Even if we wanted to use the power of the ghost, we wouldn't be given this chance." Ye Jun A little embarrassed.

It was like being shot by Yang Jian and shattering his head when he was at the club.

Can only be beaten, but not hands.

"This is the gap between ghosts and ghosts." Zhang Yiming said while smoking a cigarette.

Chapter 92 The Changing Portrait

The day finally dawned.

Yang Jian didn't sleep for a long time, so he just sat in the mourning hall.

Although he wasn't sleepy, he had been staring at the coffin in front of him in a state of nervous tension for a long time. To be honest, even hard-nosed people couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, he is not a complete person yet.

So Yang Jian didn't choose to rest.

In addition, even if you are tired at this time, you have to endure it.

"This coffin hasn't moved all night, and I haven't been attacked by a ghost here all night... So now it seems that my previous guess should be right." Yang Jian's eyes were red and bloodshot, even if he didn't open the ghost eyes , now his eyes are going to turn into ghost eyes.

Gambling his own life last night, he can be sure that the ghost has the most direct connection with this coffin.

And it's not a ghost, two ghosts in the village are related to the coffin.

It's just that there is still one doubt that has not been solved before.

Why did the ghost named sick ghost deliberately lure all the ghost masters out last night and gather them together?

What is the purpose of this?

"There is still too little information, and we can't analyze much useful things at all, but since we have confirmed that the real ghost is in the coffin, we can find a way to imprison him." He looked at the body bag next to him.

The things bought for 2000 million should not disappoint myself.

I didn't act before, because I wasn't sure if the ghost in the coffin was real or not.

You pretended to be wrong, and the ghost is still outside. Didn't you kill yourself?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian stood up, and he stretched his muscles and bones to make himself a little sore and numb to regain consciousness.

He was going to try to start imprisoning the ghost in the coffin.

Although a little guilty, there is no confidence.

But right now, I can only bite the bullet.

He walked to the coffin in the mourning hall again, and prepared to forcefully use Huang Quan to open the coffin.

But at this time, five or six villagers in the village suddenly appeared outside the gate.

The villagers were stunned when they looked at Yang Jian.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

An old man said: "Get out, get out, this is not a place for you city people to play, even the mourning hall dares to mess around, be careful I will break your leg."

"..."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment looking at the grandpas and aunts who rushed over.

You have a ghost in your coffin, how dare you come to burn paper to keep the spirit alive?

Is this true love?

"Here, masters and aunts, please listen to my explanation." Yang Jian hurriedly said in order not to be kicked out.

"Fuck explanation, get out."

The old man was short-tempered and pulled Yang Jian away.

Yang Jian immediately said: "Master, calm down, I can no longer hide the matter. In fact, the person who passed away was my brother. I called him Brother. I am his younger brother. I learned about it a few days ago. After the news of his death, there was a mixture of sorrow and joy... No, it was caused by sorrow, so I drove to Guicun overnight to pay respects."

"I missed my brother so much last night, so I sat here to keep the spirit company, and I hope you all understand."

"The person who died was the only child." said an aunt watching the fun.

"..."

At this time, you can't help but raise the bar, it's not easy for me to lie temporarily.

Yang Jian coughed twice and said: "I forgot to say, although we are brothers, we are half-brothers. Although we are not related by blood, we are real superficial brothers. The moon can be learned, so I hope that all the aunts and uncles will allow me to sit here to accompany my brother and give him a ride."

"But you entered the village during the day yesterday and didn't drive back at night. You must be a liar," said an uncle.

Damn, your uncle has a really good memory. It's a pity not to play mahjong with this memory.

Yang Jian said again, "Is that so? How do I remember that it came at night? It must be because I was overly worried, regardless of day and night, but it didn't affect my longing for my old brother."

"Are you really my nephew's brother?"

The uncle who was pulling Yang Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"It's absolutely true. I didn't read many books, and I didn't make up lessons in elementary school. I didn't learn much, so I don't lie and only tell the truth." Yang Jian nodded.

The uncle blamed: "Why did you only come now, did you bring a white bag?"

"Bring it, bring it."

Yang Jian immediately took out 1000 yuan.

"It's rare that you have the heart to keep the spirit for my nephew. You worked hard for you last night. If you're not afraid, I'll bother you tonight." The uncle grabbed Yang Jian's hand and said a little excitedly.

When he took back his palm, the 1000 yuan in his hand was gone.

Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

Wouldn't it be over if I said that I would give the white package earlier?It hurts myself to randomly recognize relatives here.

"It's okay, it's okay, this is my nephew's brother outside. I rushed back to burn the paper. Don't misunderstand me in the future." The uncle greeted and said to the other villagers.

Yang Jian originally wanted to ask this uncle what the name of your dead nephew was, but after thinking about it, he should not ask.

In this coffin lies a ghost and asks a fart.

However, with this trouble, it is obviously unrealistic to act during the day. There are so many people with mixed eyes, who knows what will happen.

And... why don't the ghosts in this village attack the old people in this village?Even if the priority is to attack the ghost master, the indiscriminate killing should start when the ghost master is not around.

Is it a local ghost?Emotional.

In addition, there is something wrong with the villagers.

Living in a village where ghosts linger is strange in itself.

It's just that this kind of question is not something to think about now, at least in Yang Jian's view, these people are all living... people with body temperature and heartbeat.

It's not a threat anyway, it doesn't matter if these villagers are weird or not.

Temporarily out the door.