Mysterious recovery

The signal of Rusha's radio suddenly became clear again, and the previous voice sounded again, with a bit of a weird laugh; "Hey, hey, there is indeed someone, I heard... Rusha!"

Immediately after this sentence, the radio cut off the signal again.

"Oops."

Fan Xing's eyes shrank suddenly, and his heart was raised at this moment.

He looked at the speaking ghost master.

The man's face was also livid: "Don't look at me, I was careless just now, and I didn't know that this thing could be deceitful."

Fan Xing picked up the radio at this moment, but he found that the radio was old and out of shape, and it couldn't work at all. It was even filled with mud, as if it had just been dug out from somewhere.

"This is not a supernatural item, but a medium for spreading curses."

He tried to move the radio, but there was no response. If it was a supernatural item, it must be usable.

This time greed has gone wrong.

Not to mention the lack of harvest, but also the curse of some kind of ghost.

"leave here."

Fan Xing lost the radio with a dark face and hurried away.

The others also hurriedly dispersed.

But it seems a bit late now.

As soon as they went out, they suddenly saw that it was pitch black outside the aisle.

The darkness has eroded to the door of this room.

Next to it, an old black chair was placed in the aisle, blocking the progress of the darkness, but to everyone's horror, there were two hands on the back of the chair, which were cold and stiff, The nails were pitch black, and the fingers were covered with bruises, bruised and black.

The other end of the hand was submerged in the darkness, and it was impossible to see clearly what was behind it.

And at this moment, the black master's chair in the aisle was being pushed forward by those terrifying hands, and it creaked across the ground.

"No way..."

Seeing this, Fan Xing and the others suddenly panicked, not daring to get close to the thing behind the black chair, turned around and ran away.

The room is no longer safe, you have to go to the lobby.

Yang Jian on the other side also heard the sound of the black chair being pushed, but the sound was not so close, there was still a distance.

However, the movement of Fan Xing and others has already attracted Yang Jian's attention.

"The others left the room and entered the lobby?" Yang Jian frowned.

Check the time.

It's already eleven fifty-five.

The next day has not arrived yet.

"Someone may have done something stupid, otherwise how could they have entered the lobby early when they were so greedy for life and death." Yang Jian's eyes moved.

He's used to it.

If there are many people, there must be some idiots.

but it does not matter.

Idiots are destined not to live long, and it's fine to turn around and die.

"It's time to go out. I'm basically sure about this day. It's the night watch. The abnormality came from the room. This means that the room can't be stayed. If we continue to stay here, we will die here." Yang Jian moved his body and stood up. , pushed the door out.

He looked into the depths of the passage.

It was dark.

The grand master's chair is placed in at least the sixth room in the distance, and it is still a little distance from here, so it is considered safe for the time being.

But compared to the previous distance, it is already quite a lot closer.

But when he looked at the aisle opposite, his face sank.

The aisle where those people lived was already shrouded in darkness. At the door of the first room in the aisle, a black grand master's chair appeared there, with a pair of weird palms on it.

The ghost has appeared and is about to invade the ancient house.

"It's only the first day, and the second day hasn't started yet." What Yang Jian was thinking about was not some idiot who did something wrong.

Instead, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The ghost appeared on the second day, and it was so close, so how to survive the remaining days?

Can you really make it to the top seven?

"Crench!"

At the same time, there was the sound of the wooden door opening from the depths of the aisle on his side. The sound was far away, as if it was behind the black grand master's chair.

"It's not just over there, the situation on my side is not much better. This ancient house is leaking everywhere. I thought I could last until the first seven days. Now it seems that the old house will be completely destroyed in just three days. gone."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, stopped thinking about it, and went directly to the lobby to meet other people.

It's time to find a way to get through the next crisis in the old house.

Everyone gathered together again, but Zhou Deng was missing.

Check the time.

At twelve o'clock at night.

Day two begins.

This night is called a vigil.

According to tradition, it is necessary to stay with the body of the deceased overnight.

"Yang Jian."

Seeing his appearance, many people greeted him immediately.

Yang Jian glanced at those people coldly: "What's wrong with you?"

Fan Xing's complexion changed. He didn't say what happened just now. He only said that he was looking for a supernatural item, but he bumped into a ghost. He didn't explain the process in detail, for fear of being blamed.

"Greedy, it's nothing, I'm greedy too, but if you're stupid and greedy, it's better to die early, so as not to hurt other people." Yang Jian said coldly.

"Now is not the time to blame us. We should figure out how to complete today's task." Fan Xing didn't dare to contradict Yang Jian, but just changed the subject.

Yang Jian said: "This night should be a vigil. If I'm not wrong, nowhere in the ancient house is safe. The only safe place should be near the coffin in the back hall."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go and stay by the coffin."

"If there is a mistake, this night is not a vigil, but a condolence, then according to the tradition, the coffin needs to be moved to this lobby, and the lid should be opened for people to pay their respects to the remains, and of course there is the possibility of mourning." Yang Jian said.

"..."

The others were silent.

But time does not give them hesitation and thinking.

The darkness in the old house is eroding.

Although it was dim before, there was light at any rate, but now, it's pitch black, and the only place that can be seen clearly is the lobby and the patio.

Chapter 925 The Ghost I Found

After twelve o'clock, this is already the second day.

After passing the first day of the ancient house without any danger, the danger on the second day was obviously doubled, because there were no traces of ghosts in the ancient house on the first day, whether it was the sound of the wind like crying or the door The rapid knocking on the door outside, or the darkness deep in the corridor, these supernatural phenomena are not considered to have invaded the ancient house.

But the next day it changed.

Ghost traces appeared in the old house.

In front of the room shrouded in darkness in the corridor on the left, an empty black chair was placed there. On the back of the chair, a pair of cold and strange hands could be clearly seen resting on it.

But fortunately, the ghost stopped there.

When the darkness eroded to this point, it didn't continue. Although the lobby was dim, there was some light coming in from the patio.

Everyone was forced to gather together in desperation.

Because the room is no longer available.

When I came here before, various supernatural phenomena had appeared in the nearby empty room. If I continued to stay, the end would definitely be very miserable.

"Go to the back hall."

Seeing this, Yang Jian acted without any hesitation.

The others were stunned and immediately followed.

The next day should be a vigil.

Since it is a vigil.

Then the meaning is very clear, you must stay near the coffin, guarding the dead body of the old man, if you leave rashly, or if the person is not around the coffin, this is an extremely disrespectful approach.

And what kind of danger this disrespect will bring, no one can predict.

The red coffin stands in the middle of the back hall.

There was nothing around, except for a small incense burner in front of the coffin, with three sticks of incense stuck in it.

No... now it's not three, but two.

One of the incense sticks was missing.

Yang Jian saw this change at a glance, and then he thought of Zhou Deng.

"Someone took a piece of incense." The messenger Wang Feng's eyes moved.

"Where did Zhou Deng go? I saw other people before, why are they gone now?" Fan Xing looked left and right, only then did he realize that Zhou Deng was not among the crowd.

"He must have stolen a piece of incense. This guy is a lunatic. When he was on the bus, he dared to rush out to compete with ghosts for supernatural items, and almost lured ghosts onto the bus." Someone said through gritted teeth.

Many people hate Zhou Deng.

Because what he did was not human affairs.

These three incense sticks have been stuck here for two days and have not been burned out. Everyone knows that this is a very special thing, but no one touches it, because they are afraid that some unexpected danger will be brought about after touching this thing.

"It's a good thing he didn't touch the coffin, otherwise I'd fight him desperately." Someone also uttered harsh words.

One of the three incense sticks is missing, so it is no longer important to worry about this matter at this time.

He saw that there was an inconspicuous back door in the back hall.

The back door was open at the moment, and there was a crack in the door.

Through the gap in the door, he could see the scene behind the old house. It was an old forest shrouded in darkness. Beside the old forest, there was the same path, winding and winding, all the way to the back door. .

This is the second way.

There is a road at the front gate, and there is a road at the back door.

"Although the back door is narrow, you didn't find out that the width is just enough to accommodate the coffin to be carried out." The eagle observed carefully and said a more important message.

"So, when the right time, the right opportunity, we have to carry this coffin to the funeral, go out along the path outside, go all the way to the old forest, and finally find a place to give this coffin to the funeral. Buried..."

Fan Xing also observed it.

"But it's too troublesome. Why didn't the old man just finish his funeral at the beginning and let himself lie in the coffin?"

"You have to ask the corpse in this coffin, how do we know." Eagle glanced at it and said very rudely.

He and Yang Jian are in the same camp, plus what happened before, he and Fan Xing can be said to be deadly enemies.

Right now, there are frequent dangers, and he may die at any time, so there is no need to be polite.

"The lobby is getting dark..." Yang Xiaohua stared in the direction of the lobby behind with a pair of haggard eyes.

Before, it was only dim outside, and it was more or less clear to see everything around it, but now it was unknowingly shrouded in darkness. This darkness was very special, it stopped in the middle of the wall between the lobby and the back hall, and did not invade.

The entire ancient house was shrouded in darkness.

Right now, only the area around the coffin is not eroded by spirits. It seems that this place is the only safe place in the entire area.

"The guess is correct. This day is the night vigil. If you don't come to this back hall in advance, you may be in danger after the darkness invades and enters the ancient house." Yang Jian was completely confirmed at this moment.