The team carried a large black coffin with a large "Lay" printed on the head of the coffin.

With each step, large sheets of white paper money were spilled.

The paper money has a round square mouth, which is somewhat similar to the appearance of copper coins.

This is a funeral procession!

This funeral procession, if you don't look closely, really looks like that, but if you look closely, something is wrong with me.

Because this group of people, all wearing clothes from decades ago! And each of them walks in a particularly weird way, to be precise, they can't say they walk, but they are jumping.

Everyone's knees were raised so high that they could almost touch their chests, and their arms were shaking sharply, which was very exaggerated.

At a glance, it was as if the whole team was jumping forward, and the posture was indescribably awkward and weird.

The most terrifying thing is that when they walk, their feet don't even hit the ground! They pressed down on the soles of their feet, almost on their toes, but I could see it so well that not even one of them touched the ground.

I never dreamed that the ghost funeral team I met in the mountains and forests when I went to the Yin Temple would appear in the village at this moment.

The team was as white as a plaster cast, and they walked exaggeratedly and strangely, and if I hadn't experienced too much, I would have been really scared.

A cold aura gradually invaded, and soon, the temperature around him dropped to freezing.

The beating of gongs and drums was close at hand, and the team was already close to us.

At this moment, the piece of soul jade hanging around my neck trembled a few times, and a black mist enveloped me and Zhong Bai like a cover.

The shield emits a black glow.

I know it's Ye Siming secretly helping.

After a few seconds, I suddenly felt something strange around me, as if someone was passing me, and the sound of the horn sounded almost in my ears, causing my ears to buzz.

More and more people passed me by, and with it was a biting chill.

Obviously, the people who passed me by were the funeral ghosts. Green

Soon, the sound quieted down and faded away.

When I poked my head out of the corner, I saw the funeral procession, jumping out of the village with the coffin, gradually disappearing into the night.

This village has lost the slightest bit of vitality.

Desolate, there is a strong yin aura everywhere, just like a ghost village that has been abandoned for more than ten years.

In just a few weeks, it has become so strange.

I passed by the cottage houses, and the village road was desolate, with weeds already stretching out of the corners, cracks beginning to spread at the top of the walls, and fallen leaves drifting on the village road.

Some of the courtyard gates are hidden.

As far as the eye can see, it is desolate.

This time, I went back to the village, in addition to wanting to see my childhood memories, there was one more thing, to get a few things.

Although I always wore the frogs that my grandmother used in bamboo tubes, I didn't take the other things she left behind.

The old black scissors, the antique bronze mirror, and a white jade bell, and a few paper figures cut with grandma.

When I left the village, I was in a hurry.

Since grandma is put together with the frogworms, it is enough to see the preciousness.

White lanterns hang on the doors of the cottages, which were left behind when there was an accident in the village and the paper figures hooked their souls, and the desolate streets are scattered a lot.

It's a little creepy, though, that some of the white lanterns are still glowing white.

There is no popularity in this village anymore.

Now the demons and monsters in the mountains and forests are all in and out of here at will, and it is impossible for any villagers to exist.

Thinking of this, I didn't look at it, and walked straight to my grandmother's yard.