The sun sets, and dusk comes.

Yesterday evening the village was empty, and today, as the funeral is about to take place, the villagers have come out of their homes and lined up to the east of the village under the leadership of the village chief.

They held identical candlesticks with unlit candles on them, as if waiting for the night to come.

The deducers were also caught in the middle, surrounded by the villagers, who knew the truth and felt like prisoners being escorted, accompanied by a group of horrific creatures to the execution ground.

Alas, I'm quite attached to candles...... Yu Xing thought as he walked, the corpse party that was deduced last time was also a group of corpses lighting candles, what kind of indescribable fetish is this?

He followed the flow of people, and Xiao Xuechen walked beside him, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly, a figure seemed to appear in her peripheral vision.

The next moment, the figure quickly hid behind the house, and although it was fast, it was still caught by her.

It must not be an illusion.

Xiao Xuechen pulled Yu Xing's sleeve and avoided the surrounding villagers and whispered: "There seems to be a ...... over there."

A villager looked at them suspiciously.

"Shh Yu Xing stretched out his index finger and gently pressed it on Xiao Xuechen's center, which did not touch her lips and effectively stopped her from speaking.

"Isn't it normal to have blood?" A few common words like bugs in his head were quickly passed by him, leaving only one word that was not normal elsewhere at all.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard that what Xiao Xuechen wanted to say was blood, the villager turned back his face with a bored face and stopped paying attention.

"Little sister, don't worry, there will be a good show." Yu Xing winked at Xiao Xuechen, whose face turned red all of a sudden, and Wei Fan on the side said that he couldn't bear to look at him.

What kind of world is this?

Is the Iron Tree blooming?

If it weren't for the deduction game, he couldn't tell those ordinary colleagues in reality, he really wanted to tell the world and tell the male colleagues in the company that Xiao Xiao, who had never coldly refused to flirt with them, always blushed at other men!

It's a peerless and rare little fresh meat, you can't compare!

Yu Xing withdrew his hand, and his gaze crossed the place Xiao Xuechen pointed just now, intentionally or unintentionally.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he knew that there was a surprise he wanted to see.

Ten minutes later.

The procession was immense, and a large group of people finally arrived in front of the ancestral hall, where the old building stood quietly, so small in front of the number of villagers.

Yu Xing stepped on the unknown weeds, keenly feeling the coldness emanating from the ancestral hall at dusk.

Obviously, when I came last night, it was just a small building that looked a little gloomy, but in the afterglow of the setting sun, the aura was like a whirlpool, as if it was about to swallow up all the future people.

The place undoubtedly triggered a negative state in his body, his legs were a little stiff, and his face was habitually pale.

"Here we go again......"

Thanks to his special physique, he was able to judge how much the things around him were related to spirits and ghosts just by the weakness of his body.

It seems that in the ancestral hall where the funeral is about to take place, some kind of power has awakened.

Taking a breath of uncomfortably, Yu Xing waved his hand to refuse Xiao Xuechen's concern, and continued to follow the team forward.

"Help Me ......"

In a trance, Yu Xing seemed to hear Zhou Yongsheng's plea again.

He looked around, the other people looked the same, probably didn't hear, Yu Xing concentrated and wanted to listen harder, but the voice was too faint and never appeared again.

"It's not that I didn't show up, it's that I can't hear it......" he sighed in his heart.

If it had been before, he would not only have heard, but should have been able to see.

It's a pity - forget it.

A group of people stood in front of the ancestral hall, stopping to look at the village chief, waiting for further instructions from the village chief.

"Guests, since you are friends with Xiao Sheng, stand in the middle." The village chief smiled and pulled a few deducers over and placed them at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The other villagers consciously dispersed, and the battle of the stars and the moon enclosed them inside, leaving no gaps behind.

The village chief stood in front of Yu Xing and glanced at him meaninglessly, and on the other side, the village chief's wife touched the scar on her eye and stared at him with a strange look.

Yu Xing felt as if he was being targeted by two poisonous snakes, but fortunately, this person and ghost had no deterrent effect on him at all, and he was not interested in teaching a lesson at all, so he just quietly looked at the ancestral hall.

What's different?

Where did that power that made him uncomfortable come from?

"The funeral begins!" Seeing that he ignored him, the village chief was bored with himself, and the enthusiastic smile of the first meeting surfaced, and asked the deducer to wait on the spot, and then turned to shout at the villagers.

The cacophony of voices along the way fell silent, and the villagers closed their mouths and followed the village chief's gaze.

The village chief slowly stood in front of the black coffin, knelt down in front of the row of blank tablets through the coffin, and the other villagers did the same.

"The deceased do not linger, and life and death are not extinguished. With the eyes of the living, the breath of the dead, witness the soul of the return......" The village chief's deep voice completely returned to the oldest dialect of Guanjia Village, almost making it impossible for the deducers to hear what was being said.

The dialect is illegible, and its elongated tones resemble the incantations of ancient sacrifices, evoking a mystical power that inspires the mind with a demagogic abruptness.

"Do you want to kneel with this?" Wei Fan asked hesitantly.

"Heh, I don't think it's necessary." Xiao Xuechen looked at the group of moving corpses, and the pride and coldness in his eyes flashed.

Let her kneel? It's just some, worthy.

She turned her head, Xu Hong and Xu Yuan looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Turning his head again...... Hey!?

Xiao Xuechen just saw Yu Xing's short figure, her heartbeat skipped a beat, wouldn't it, could it be san-

Oh, it's her who is overthinking.

The next moment, I saw Yu Xing sitting cross-legged on the ground, his arms supported at his side at will, and the leisurely appearance of watching the play made Xiao Xuechen's heart forcibly interrupt the sentence that he had not had time to compose, and it was a mess.

She's so stupid, really.

She could never guess what the big guy thought.

Sensing the sight of others, Yu Xing raised his head and asked in a daze: "I'm tired, just sit down and rest for a while, what are you looking at me for?" ”

“……”

Fortunately, the surrounding villagers didn't pay attention to them, and fell to the ground one by one, looking very respectful of the ancestral hall.

As the village chief's words were repeated over and over again, the sky gradually darkened.

Here, the alternation of light and night is so short, when the warm colors in the eye are eaten away little by little, and finally wrapped in cold colors......

Brush –

In the ancestral hall, the symmetrical candle stands on the left and right sides shook violently, and the next moment, the candles inserted on them automatically lit up, lighting up a jumping fire.

At the same time, the candles in the hands of the villagers were also lit by a primer from nowhere, and the starry candlelight swayed in the dark night, causing Yu Xing to sigh out of place:

"It's beautiful......"

Hey, hey, hey?

Xiao Xuechen watched this change, and suddenly such a sentence came to his ears, and the anxiety in his heart suddenly became unfragrant.

Yu Xing sighed and sighed, the cold currents that kept rushing up in his body were still tormenting him.

He really sat down to save his strength, otherwise, he would probably be blackened by now and ready to faint at any time.

In this situation, there should be no substantial difference between fainting and dying.

Call......

The cold wind was blowing from all directions, and strangely, there were no caves or other narrow places around, but the wind still blew a terrible sound like a ghost crying.

It's cold...... Yu Xing couldn't help but tremble, and reached out to cover half of his face.

Cold sweat oozed from his body, he took a deep breath, suddenly, his heart thumped, the coldness reached its peak, his mind went blank for a moment, and a roar with despair exploded in his ears:

"Stop him!"

It's Zhou Yongsheng's voice!

Yu Xing gritted his back molars and stood up in a burst of dizziness, and raised his eyes to see that the village chief had finished his long chanting and was placing an unlit candle on the black coffin.

This candle plate is the one that the woman used in the kitchen, but this time the candle in the plate is a little special.

It is also white wax, but it is not brand new, although it is not lit, many candle tears have solidified on the side of the candle, and the candle body is engraved with the word "Lu".

There is also a part of the candle tears that have flowed into the plate and become a liquid that will not solidify.

The liquid was the red of blood.

"Now, I invite guests from afar to open the coffin with me." The village chief didn't hear Zhou Yongsheng's roar, he looked at the candlelight in his eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and stopped at Yu Xing with bad intentions.

"That's it...... You seem to have a good relationship with Xiao Sheng. ”

It's hatred that has locked on me, but it's exactly what I want.

Yu Xing smiled, tried not to show his weakness, ignored Xiao Xuechen and Wei Fan's words to tell him to "be more careful", and walked to the village chief without hesitation.

"Can't open!" Zhou Yongsheng's voice appeared in his ears again, and the coldness surging to the bone marrow made Yu Xing's face as white as paper, as if it had no color than a white candle.

His inky pupils were darker than usual, and there was a sickly glow in the pure black.

"Come on, open the coffin with me." When he was afraid, the village chief smiled smugly and urged.

"Village Chief......" Yu Xing smiled a little with his bloodless lips.

Looking at this smile, the village chief suddenly stood on end, his heart sank, and the paralysis spread to his limbs.

Yu Xing's fingers were trembling, but his voice was very steady, smooth as a cold-blooded demon, as if the pain in his body could not affect his emotions at all: "I don't want to open the coffin with you, discuss it, and change someone, right?" ”

"Substitution?" Although the village chief realized that something was wrong, he didn't find anything wrong, "Hehe, as Xiaosheng's friend, aren't you even willing to do this for him?" ”

"Idiot." Yu Xing chuckled, "It's not for me, it's ...... It's for you. ”