"Huh? You don't have ga? ”

Zhu Lian opened his mouth wide in shock, he stared at Xiao Zhao tightly, his eyes were as black as ink under the not bright light, Xiao Zhao was stared at by him, and he carefully went around to the side:

"Brother Zhu, are you okay?"

Zhu Lian was shocked, he immediately made a gesture to the body placed in the center of the mourning hall, Xiao Zhao was frightened by Zhu Lian's movements, so he followed and saluted nondescriptly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After the two finished saluting, Zhu Lian carefully retreated to the door of the mourning hall, where he found a stool and sat down. This Xiao Zhao was diligent, and he helped Zhu Lian pour water.

After making a pot of tea, Xiao Zhao wanted to put the tea set on the side of the door, but there was no table here, Xiao Zhao dragged a low platform in the mourning hall, and with a loud "quack", he dragged the low platform over.

The voice sounded completely suddenly, and Zhu Lian, who was already sleepy-eyed, stumbled in fright, and he almost fell off the stool.

Zhu Lian glared at Xiao Zhao viciously:

"Don't make any more noise, can you sleep quietly?"

Xiao Zhao was also taken aback by this sound, he apologized again and again, and the two of them shrank there by the door.

There was silence in the mourning hall.

I don't know why, Zhu Lian always felt uneasy in his heart, he felt that the light in the mourning hall was very dim, a pair of candles were placed in front of Hood's coffin, the flame of the candles shook in the air, the light confused Zhu Lian's eyes, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and Zhu Lian finally fell asleep tired.

In the middle of the night, a gust of wind blew in front of the door, and the candles struggled in the wind, and they went out at the same time, and the light in the mourning hall faintly reflected green.

Xiao Zhao slept very soundly, but Zhu Lian's sleep quality was much worse, he slept very unsteadily, Zhu Lian always felt very depressed in his chest, he tried to "open" his eyelids, but he was not sure if he was still in a dream......

A pair of hands slowly climbed up Zhu Lian's neck.

The hands were like plump water bags, the skin of the hands was very wet, and they were covered with mucus, as if they had been soaked in water, and the hands were cold and greasy, and they slowly locked onto Zhu Lian's neck.

These hands carried an eerie cold from hell, and when it locked Zhu Lian's neck, he couldn't breathe immediately, and Zhu Lian's eyes widened in horror.

But he couldn't see the owner of the hand at all, Zhu Lian could only see that the hands were dead gray in color, the little finger of the left hand was cut off by the roots, and there were some blood stains on the back of the hand, and the hands were scarred.

Zhu Lian struggled desperately, but he felt as if he was being pressed against a mountain, he couldn't even lift his fingers, Zhu Lian could only watch the hands pinching him, and then he heard the mourning music of the day again.

"Toot, toot, toot, toot......"

In the mourning hall, Chinese and Western musical instruments sounded in unison, drums and suona played in unison, and then the paper money in the sky fell from the sky......

"Ahh

With a "bang", Zhu Lian screamed and fell off the stool, and a large bag hit out of the back of his head.

Zhu Lian sat on the ground gasping for breath, and he looked in horror inside and outside the mourning hall, where everything was as usual - Hu De was still lying in the coffin, and Xiao Zhao was sleeping soundly.

It was nothing more than a nightmare.

"Bastard, get up for me!"

Zhu Lian kicked Xiao Zhao off the stool, Xiao Zhao was woken up, he touched his head in a daze, and Zhu Lian dragged him to the front of the coffin.

Zhu Lian carefully lit the pair of candles, and then the two of them bowed together, and Zhu Lian kept praying in the bottom of his heart:

Brother De, we have no grievances and no hatred, your old man has grievances and revenge, but don't find the wrong person!

After the salute, Zhu Lian burned a large pile of paper money in the brazier in front of the coffin, and after all this, he dared to raise his head in shock, and his eyes were confused for a while, Zhu Lian seemed to see Hood lying in the coffin and laughing.

Bless, bless!

Zhu Lian bowed again and again in panic, and then he and Xiao Zhao returned to the door, Xiao Zhao was already very sleepy, and he snored again soon after sitting down.

At this time, Zhu Lian was very sober, his heart was very worried, Zhu Lian looked left and right from time to time, he always felt that he was lying about 19 apricot tailoring? br />

Looking at the portrait behind the coffin, Hood's portrait was alive in the candlelight, Hood was smiling in the portrait, his eyes were fixed on Zhu Lian's body.

Zhu Lian was taken aback, and he immediately didn't dare to look at that photo again. Zhu Lian carefully took the peace charm he had asked for in Wutai Mountain in the palm of his hand, and he shrank sideways into the stool.

The mourning hall was still very quiet.

This strange silence brought Zhu Lian a strange feeling, he obviously felt that his eyelids were heavy, but he was conscious.

All the sounds inside and outside the mourning hall could not hide from Zhu Lian's ears, but his vision slowly became trance-like.

Suddenly, Zhu Lian smelled a mushy smell.

There was an inexplicable gust of wind in the mourning hall, and the gust of wind rolled through the brazier in front of the coffin, and the yin wind rolled the paper ashes in the brazier into the sky. br />

The fluttering paper ashes filled the entire mourning hall, and the air was filled with a scorching smell, and the yin wind swept by, and the fluttering paper ashes gathered into a human shape in front of Zhu Lian.

"Ahh

Zhu Lian was taken aback, and he jumped off the stool in fright. The air was driven by Zhu Lian, and the paper ashes slammed backwards, the human figures scattered, and the paper ashes in the mourning hall became even more chaotic.

Zhu Lian stared at the paper ashes in horror, the paper ashes in the mourning hall were like goose feathers and heavy snow, and when the paper ashes slowly hovered, Zhu Lian was horrified to find that the body in the coffin was slowly floating.

Hood's body seemed to lose its weight, and it slowly floated up from the coffin. The corpse was still wearing a shroud, but the shroud was soaked, and water was dripping down from the inside.

The swollen body was so large that it squeezed out of the coffin like a piece of jelly, and then the body was suspended at a height of one meter from the coffin.

Because of the weight, the corpse's left hand fell down.

Without a little finger and covered with scars, Zhu Lian's eyes were uncontrollably fixed on the left hand, which was exactly the same as the ghost hand that had pinched him before.

"Ahh

Zhu Lian only screamed halfway, he was already so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, Zhu Lian covered his mouth and stared at the hand in horror.

Suddenly, the index finger of that left hand twitched.

"Toot, toot, toot, toot, toot...... Toot, toot, toot ......"

The mournful music played by the ensemble of Chinese and Western instruments sounded again.

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