I lifted my feet and ran into the mourning hall, shouting into the mourning hall as I ran:

"Fat Annie, hurry up, there's a cat running in, hurry up and get rid of it."

But when I ran into the mourning hall, Bai Annie and the fat man were indifferent.

The two men stared at Grandpa Kunixian's coffin, then turned around and looked at me in surprise.

"Where are the cats?"

"Comb, are you dazzled?"

"There's no movement, what's the shadow of a cat?"

As I was talking, I saw the black cat come out of the corner of the mourning hall, jumped up, and jumped onto the coffin of Grandpa Guoxian.

I felt like I was going to faint and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Comb, what's wrong with you?"

The fat man saw my strangeness and hurried over to help me.

I raised my hand and pointed to the coffin:

"Cat, black cat!"

Following the direction of my finger, Anne White and the fat man looked over.

This time, two people screamed, just like me.

The fat man was so frightened that his soul was gone, let alone supporting me, he couldn't control himself and sat down.

At this time, the black cat on the coffin, deliberately provocative, rolled on the coffin, turned around, and stared at us like this, seeing that we were panicked.

We all know in our hearts what unpredictable consequences may happen when the black cat jumps.

What should we do at this time?

I don't know!

Knock that black cat off the coffin?

Even if it does, it's too late.

White Anne spoke:

"Do you see, in which direction did the black cat jump up?"

"I saw it, from the north."

I could see this clearly, the black cat sprang out of the north of the coffin and jumped on it.

"Let's go around, go around to the other side of the black cat, and drive it down the way it came, so that we don't count over the coffin."

Good way.

As we mentioned earlier, one of the causes of corpse fraud is the cat crossing over the coffin.

If we let the black cat jump from the same way, it will not be counted as climbing over, and it will not be due to fraud.

So the three of us slowly moved to the south together, and as we moved, we kept an eye on the black cat, fearing that it would panic because of our movement, and jumped directly from the other end of the coffin.

Our fears were fulfilled.

After we had moved a few steps, the black cat screamed at us, ...... as if demonstrating, and jumped down.

It's over, it's time to cheat the corpse.

Our hearts are in our throats.

But when we saw the direction in which the black cat jumped, we were relieved.

The black cat did not jump in the direction of the south, but it did not return the same way, but jumped to the tail of the coffin, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The fat man "wow...... sat on the ground:

"I'm scared to death, if this is a corpse, none of the three of us can escape."

"It's not promising!"

I scolded.

The fat man said angrily:

"If you have a chance, I don't believe you're not afraid!"

Speaking from the heart, it's strange if you're not afraid.

Although we are now Maoshan Taoists, but from the time we entered Maoshan Academy to the present, the Maoshan techniques we have learned are all ghost hunting, and we have never dealt with zombies.

I managed to get out of it.

We all breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in front of the coffin again.

As the minutes passed, we gradually became sleepy again, as if we were sleeping.

In an instant, I heard voices again.

The voice came from all directions, and it called me by name:

"Little Sparse ......"

"Little Sparse ......"

I woke up with a wit.

The voice died down immediately.

Did I hear it wrong?

I looked at Anne and the fat man, both of whom had already narrowed their eyes.

The fat man didn't say anything, Bai Annie didn't move at this time, with Bai Annie's insight, if someone really called me, she would definitely notice it as soon as possible.

That's how suspicious I am.

I closed my eyes again.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the voice in my ears again, and the voice was very clear, the voice of an old man:

"Small sparse, small sparse ......"

I jerked to my feet, and again, the sound was gone.

But I heard it so well that it seemed to be right in my ears, coming from not far away.

How could it be that all of a sudden, it was gone.

I woke up White Anne and the fat man:

"Did you hear my name called?"

The fat man said sleepily:

"In the middle of the night, who will call you?"

"But I really heard someone shouting my name, Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu, shouted several times, I heard it clearly, it was all around us."

The fat man is even more unhappy:

"You've got a problem with your brain, is there anyone else around here besides the three of us? Anyone else? If I call you to Annie, just call you a comb, who will call you Xiaoshu? Is it a dead man lying in a coffin......"

But as soon as the fat man spoke, he immediately stopped.

The fat man also realized that something was wrong.

Around here, apart from the three of us, there is only my current grandfather.

And the fat man is right, the fat man and Bai Annie call me, they both call me "comb", but the name "Xiaoshu" is only called by the elders of our village.

Then, the three of us, huddled together.

"Comb, did you hear me right?"

"No, it's true."

"But are you sure the sound came from inside the coffin?"

"Not sure!"

Anne Bai spoke:

"Are we scaring ourselves?"

I also turned my head and saw that Bai Anne was also timidly huddled among us, not daring to look up.

I'll go, you're a female ghost, you're afraid of wool.

Even if it's a corpse, you can't slip away at any time.

I asked:

"What are you afraid of!"

Bai Annie said fiercely:

"Don't you know that beating people is scary, scaring people to death?"

I thought to myself, are you human?

But anyway, we calmed down again.

It is still uncertain whether the sound came from inside the coffin.

I took out a few yellow paper talismans, and the three of us slowly moved towards the coffin tremblingly, and I first pasted the yellow paper talisman on the coffin, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

Then we put our ears to the coffin and listened intently to hear what was going on inside.

We listened for a long time, and there was no sound in the coffin.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to my ear and said:

"You kind of thing, cut it as soon as possible, it's useless."

"Fuck off, uncle."

We sat down again.

What's going on?

I heard the voice.

And that old voice is so real, so familiar.

Déjà vu.

I suddenly remembered that the voice was not the voice of my dead grandfather.

(End of chapter)