。 After doing this, Meng Zheng seemed to be relieved, found a small wooden bench from the courtyard, found a corner where the kerosene lamp could not shine, sat down, and looked at the coffin in the courtyard in a daze.

Ran all the way to light a lamp here?

Lan Zui looked at what Meng Zheng did, it was like a question mark. Could it be that this dead man and Meng Zheng are old acquaintances, and Meng Zheng is here to worship him? But in this situation, it doesn't look like coming to worship old friends, let alone when to worship? Bai Suhe hasn't treated people so badly yet, he actually let Meng Zheng sneak here in the middle of the night like a thief.

Lan Zui guessed all kinds of speculations, and he couldn't figure out what Meng Zheng was going to do, and he couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his chest. You must know that Meng Zheng is here to be in a daze with a dead person, and she will not follow her if she says anything. You must know that she was tired during the day, and she suddenly woke up in her sleep, and now she has back pain and leg cramps, what is the result? Nothing!

Just when Lan Zui was thinking wildly, and even thinking deeply about whether to withdraw, suddenly a cold wind blew, blowing Lan Zui who was lying on the roof shivering, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Going to change? Why is it so cold?

Lan Zui carefully moved his fingers to his mouth and gently warmed up, looking around suspiciously. After all, it's spring, and it won't suddenly cool down to this point in the middle of the night. The shaking amplitude of the kerosene lamp hanging directly above the coffin also became very violent due to the wind, and the various shadows on the ground changed rapidly like a kaleidoscope, and Lan was dizzy to see.

The broom, which had been erected next to a wooden shelf next to the coffin, was not steady, and was blown to the ground by the wind, making a quick, brief 'snap' sound in the silence of the night.

Lan drunk felt uneasy for no reason, pursed his lips and stared at every movement below. The gust of wind became more and more urgent, and there was no intention of slowing down, because the kerosene lamp shook too violently, the wick became a faint point of light, and the courtyard dimmed, and the brightness of the ever-bright lamp at the foot of the coffin and the small lamp lit by the zither under the coffin suddenly became very dazzling.

In the wind, which could be blown down with a broom, only the flame that burned on the wicks of the two lamps did not move.

Not at all.

Lan Zui could hear the beating of his own heart, knock, ringing regularly. Her gaze shifted from the two lamps to where the coffin had not yet been sealed, and in the heartbeat she heard something else, coming from that place.

It is like the sound of hands tapping on a wooden plank.

A pale hand stretched out of the coffin at an extremely slow pace, for the coffin was covered with only half of the head and shoulders, and the hand could only extend half of the palm and five fingers. Fingers grasped weakly on the top of the coffin, as if calling for help, as if they were about to pinch something. The half-cut palms of the hand, which were blue-gray in color and even began to swell slightly, waved up and down, occasionally hitting the lid and the edge of the coffin, making a soft 'bump' sound.

Witnessing this scene, even though Lan Zui was bold, there was still a cold sweat behind him.

The corpse has changed!

But she's been here all along, knowing that there aren't any creatures near the corpse, how can she suddenly turn into a corpse?!

Meng Zheng, who was sitting in the corner, only then got up from the wooden bench, and she ignored the corpse in the coffin, and stood in front of the waving hand for a moment, holding it with one hand, and the other leaning into the coffin, pressing it against the top of the corpse's head.

"Come back, come back soon." Meng Zheng whispered, the surroundings were really quiet, and Lan Zui heard it very clearly: "Sue me, where are you from?" ”