"Look, what do you think that's there?" An aunt in the village shines a flashlight at the fog under the hillside, because the fog is getting closer and closer, and it is immediately obvious that there is something unusual inside.

"There seems to be someone in that fog." The aunt who spoke exclaimed again.

At this time, the villager looked in the direction of her finger.

The entrance of the village looked like there was a group of people, and they didn't know what they were doing, but they seemed to be carrying something all the way out of the village, not fast, and walking towards us little by little!

The fog wasn't very thick, but I couldn't see what they were carrying.

It wasn't until I got closer that I could see clearly, and when I could see what they were carrying, I was stunned.

It's really a bit unbelievable to say it, this deep night I met a team of eight immortals, carrying a coffin in our direction!

What really scares me is not this team of eight immortals, but the person who carries the coffin! No, not at all, to be precise, not at all......

The team of eight immortals carrying the coffin was exactly eight people in front of and behind. Everyone was dressed in a shroud, and their faces were as white as white paper, and there was a little girl at the front.

"Coffin, that's a coffin!" The villagers immediately exclaimed.

As the fog filled, I could vaguely see the scene in the fog, and my first thought was to think of the ghost carrying the coffin I encountered last time.

My dad just lay in the coffin and didn't know where he went.

At this time, the dogs in the village didn't dare to bark, so they had to snort, and some villagers trembled with fright when they saw the group of strange people coming towards the entrance of the village.

"It's here, it's over...... I've run into a ghost......"

Uncle Zhou, the village elder, was so frightened that the whole person was swaying, and he couldn't speak.

Of course I know what he means, indeed, not one of the eight immortals carrying the coffin in this team is a person, but eight paper figures wearing shrouds!

A red coffin, eight paper figures carrying the coffin, under the night, step by step out of the thick fog.

"The ghost is coming, run...... Run...... some villagers were frightened and couldn't stand it, so they shouted and nodded and ran towards the village.

People are originally group animals, and emotions are contagious, this panic and panic, everyone is frightened, pushing and shoving to run to the village.

They were like wild horses on the loose, and I stood on the rocks and froze, and for a moment only a few of the bolder ones remained in place.

I looked at the coffin with composure, my heart pounding.

The last time the coffin was carried was a group of geists.

But this time it's a paper man, and every time I meet a paper man, I feel that nothing good is going to happen, and such an evil paper man, I vaguely feel that something must be going to happen.

The red coffin was very familiar, I squinted and stared at it, and for a moment it occurred to me that the coffin was very similar to the coffin behind the old ancestral hall.

At this time, the men and horses carrying the coffin were already very close to us, and they were still coming towards us, and the bolder ones who stayed at the entrance of the village could not hold on, and retreated in horror.

I didn't dare to stay here, so I wanted to go back to the village, but I didn't run a few steps when suddenly a heavy object fell to the ground behind me.

I looked back and was dumbfounded!

The team of eight immortals was gone, only a black coffin was placed in the middle of the road, and around it, pieces of yellow paper money were constantly moving with the wind.

At this time, there was a lot of darkness all around, except for the coffin in the middle of the road, there was nothing to see, and the heavy atmosphere made people a little breathless.

But in front of the coffin stood a girl, as sluggish as wood.