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After saying that strange sentence, the corners of Yu Ran's lips suddenly curled up in a joyful arc. He put his hands in his pockets, and when he tilted his head, the curly hair on his forehead drooped down to cover his eyebrows, making those fox eyes suddenly lively.

"Go, go out and walk around."

There was still some time before night fell, and the cottages were as empty as usual, only the red paper lanterns were shaking and rubbing under the eaves, and the sound was like rain falling.

Going outside, Yu Ran felt a bit cold, as if the wind was suddenly frozen, piercing into the bones of the person like needles, making it painful and cold.

Although he has seen some clues from many clues, he is still not 100% sure of his guess, and he still needs definite evidence.

He observed everything around him, houses, tile eaves, moss, and dirt roads, and his brows never loosened.

"Brother Yu!"

It was Cheng Xiyou's voice.

Yu Ran and Yan Shiche turned their heads at the same time, and they saw Cheng Xiyou and Qu Rui, who were standing on the ridge not far away, Cheng Xiyou waved his hands quickly, with the expression of a heartless and foolish boy still on his face.

Suddenly Cheng Xiyou froze for a moment, looking in Yu Ran's direction, his expression changed suddenly.

A strong force struck Yu Ran from behind, and he was staggered. Fortunately, Yan Shiche reacted instantly and dragged his employer's body with his backhand.

A black shadow passed by the side.

Yu Ran stabilized his figure, raised his eyes to look, and not far away ran past a villager who was wrapped up tightly, his face was covered by a hat and collar, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

The villager's body was slender and slender, as if he was about to fall apart at any moment, but his escape speed was not as fragile as his appearance, and he disappeared at the end of the dirt road in a short while.

"Are you injured?" Yan Shiche clicked his tongue in annoyance, carefully looking at the young man in front of him.

"No." Yu Ran shook his head, the black shadow just bumped into him, the winter clothes were thick, so it didn't hurt at all.

Yan Shiche asked again: "Chasing?"

"No." Yu Ran pulled Yan Shiche back, "They are here."

Cheng Xiyou and Qu Rui trotted over from the other end, "Are you all right, Brother Yu? Who is that guy?"

"It's okay." Yu Ran also looked puzzled, "I don't know him either, just bumped into me and left."

"I was scared to death." Cheng Xiyou glanced at him and stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly, "I almost thought something was going to happen again."

The two teams chatted for a few words, and then dispersed.

Yan Shiche glanced at the young man, "The acting is pretty good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Yu Ran smiled.

"What did he give you?" Yan Shiche asked.

No matter how fast the black shadow ran just now, that small movement could not escape the man's eyes.

Yan Shiche could see clearly what the guy stuffed into the young man's hand when he bumped into him.

Yu Ran spread out his palm, and twisted the paper strip wrapped into a small tube with his fingertips.

"Please kill us!!!" written in charcoal on one side and "Go find the coffin!" on the other.

"Sure enough, there is something wrong with the coffin in the West Wing." Yu Ran whispered, but his brows never lowered.

Why did this person give them such a reminder, and what does the "kill us" on the note mean?

"What's wrong?" Yan Shiche took the note.

Yu Ran asked: "What can you think of?" He pointed to the three exclamation marks that almost broke through the paper.

"Curse?" The man hesitated, "What do you think?"

"Yes, a curse." Yu Ran repeated, "A curse that can make people live but die..."

***

After dinner in the evening, the sky changed suddenly, as if the overturned ink was dyed through, showing a melancholy color that was not blue or black or black.

The shriveled crescent moon suddenly became full tonight, appearing larger in the sky, and the mottled light and shadow were obscured in the filamentary clouds.

Cheng Xiyou and Qu Rui quickly returned to the room, Yu Ran closed the door of the ancestral hall and turned around.

Yan Shiche had just lit the incense, and the airtight room was filled with a strong smell of Buddhist halls, making the tip of the nose itchy and wanting to sneeze.

At night, there are only two kerosene lamps in the ancestral hall, which are placed on both sides of the altar and flicker on and off, casting strange projections on the face of the god. It is even more frowning and always sighing.

The man's deep voice sounded——

"Start?"

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, Yu Ran walked to the altar. On the wooden shelf, 44 wooden masters were stacked on top of each other, neat and orderly, and the black lacquer surface looked very solemn under the statue.

Most of the people on the wooden master are named Feng, and it seems that Feng is a common surname in the village.

He picked up one at random. The wooden main body is made of two square pieces of wood glued together, with a finely decorated seam on the side."Feng Renyi" is written in black paint on the front, and the birth date is engraved on the back.

"It's a bit light." He handed it to Yan Shiche, "Can you pry it open?"

Yan Shiche touched the gap on the wooden master's edge, skillfully took out the dagger, stroked it lightly, and opened a small gap with his bare hands.

"There's something in here." Yan Shiche shook, and a photo fell out from the gap.

Yu Ran took the photo and looked at it, his heart beat wildly after an obvious stagnation, and the blood flow accelerated, causing a slight blush to appear on his face.

He will never remember it wrong!

In the photo is the old man who stood against the door when Yan Shiche and Yan Shiche were exploring the village on the first day!

But the wooden owner is clearly a dead man's memorial tablet, so how could there be a photo of that old man? !

The horrific discovery made Yu Ran excited.

He asked Yan Shiche to put the photo back, quickly scanned the wooden master in front of him, and picked up the one in the bottom right corner.

"Feng Yue" is written on it.

Yu Ran's fingertips caressed the uneven words.

Generally, the names of the unburied people are painted in red, and will not be painted in black in advance, and the first seven will be painted in black after they are buried.

But on this wooden master, Feng Yue is clearly still in the first seven, but his name has already been blacked out.

"Open."

"This is... Twenty-Three." Yan Shiche frowned while holding a thin photo in his hand.

In the photo, a little girl in a cotton skirt was sitting blankly, her face was full of confusion. Although she didn't have that weird madness, it was still easy to identify her identity from her eyebrows.

This is clearly Feng Yue's wooden master, how could there be a picture of Er San?

"Well, I see." Yu Ran pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Now I have a task for you."

Yan Shiche had a bad premonition in his heart.

Hearing Yu Ran speak mercilessly, "Take out all the photos from these wooden masters."

Yan Shiche looked at more than 40 logs, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched, "...OK."

After a stick of incense, 44 black and white photos were spread out on the altar, exactly 22 men and 22 women.

After getting the answer, Yu Ran laughed and said happily: "Okay, I'm done reading it, let's put it in."

"..."

After finishing all the work, it was almost midnight, Yu Ran got up from the cushion without any guilt, "Go, let's go to the West Wing."

Yan Shiche changed the incense again, raised the kerosene lamp before the case, and pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall.

The old door creaked, and the cold wind from outside rolled in, blowing away the warmth slowly gathered in the room.

They closed the door to prevent the incense from being blown out.

Yan Shiche walked in front, and quickly turned into the small door on the left.

The walls around the West Wing are so high that even the moonlight can’t get in. It is said that the night is like water. The night here is more like a pool of muddy mud. Trembling cold sweat broke out.

After taking two steps, the kerosene lamp suddenly trembled, and the fire of the wick shook rapidly, just like the ghost blowing the lamp that Cheng Xiyou's crow mouth said, trembling, flickering and flickering.

"Shhh." Yan Shiche's muscles tensed instantly, and his five keen senses were brought up, his body sending out a signal of an imminent crisis.

He stood by Yu Ran's side, his eyes that could see through the night quickly scanned for a week.

"The moon is shining brightly, the bride in red is burning incense..."

Weird nursery rhymes linger quietly in the small courtyard...

Yan Shiche noticed a thin black figure crouching on the roof of the west wing, with tall and thin limbs, it was twenty-three.

The girl's eyes were dark, she stared intently at the two men who broke into her territory, bared her teeth like a vicious dog and growled.

The kerosene lamp suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into dead darkness.

The blade pierced the sky with a sharp roar, and something fell heavily, making a mournful and angry neigh.

Yu Ran stood where he was, unable to see anything clearly, the smell of rancid blood came suddenly, he was pulled by Yan Shiche, clinging to the man's fiery body.

"Let go." The young man's voice was still indifferent.

Yan Shiche didn't move, but frowned and gripped even tighter. Unexpectedly, the people around him suddenly struggled, "Let go!"

"Boss—" Yan Shiche dragged the other party to avoid Nian San's second attack, and said helplessly, "Do you want to learn to be more obedient?"

"..." Yu Ran almost gritted his teeth and cursed, "Be good!"

He broke free from the opponent's shackles.

At this moment, the girl in the dark smelled a familiar smell, it was the escaped prey she had marked!

She twisted and used her limbs, almost flashing in front of Yu Ran, her sharp dense teeth dripped muddy saliva, and bit down on the white neck exposed outside the clothes...

soft.

Twenty-three let go of her mouth in confusion, and bit the cotton with her sharp teeth. She stared at the doll that fell on the ground, her dark, unfocused eyes rolled slightly, and a muffled gurgle sounded from her throat——

"...A...sister?"

The girl slowly and stiffly picked up the disemboweled doll, turned her head to look at Yu Ran, raised her spider-like limbs, and turned over from the high wall.

"...that's why I asked you to let me go." Yu Ran rubbed his scratched wrist.

Yan Shiche pursed his lips, "Sorry."

Yu Ran rolled his eyes in his heart, picked up the extinguished lamp on the ground, and relit the wick.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the dim yellow light of the fire suddenly illuminated the surroundings, and the sticky darkness has subsided.

The west wing was locked, Yan Shiche consciously took out the metal hairpin that Yu Ran gave him last time, went up to unlock it.

The door was pushed open, and a choking smell of dust hit the face.

Yu Ran covered his face and coughed twice, squinting his eyes to look in.

The house was empty, except for a coffin in the middle.

He lifted the oil lamp to illuminate the light-colored coffin, with a circle of pepper tattoos carved on the side.

It really is a female coffin.

Yu Ran knocked on the coffin, concealed the excitement on his face, turned to Yan Shiche and said:

"Open it."

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Female ghost: Don't come here!

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