Because of the day's rain, the stone slabs of the courtyard were still wet, and the whole courtyard was empty. I was shocked, but when I turned around, I found that Boss Wang had closed the door tightly.

"Boss Wang, stop kidding, open the door!"

But no matter how much I shouted, no one gave them to me. My name is Wen Jing and the Li family, and no one responds to me.

I stood alone in the yard with my phone not in my hand.

The village was quiet with street lights flashing. It's that unusual quiet.

As usual, La said that in such a large village, there are dogs and chickens, even if people are asleep, the animals are more alert than people, and it is impossible not to have no sound at all.

But at this time, Li Jiaping was quietly terrifying.

I was standing in the courtyard, and it wasn't long before another line appeared in front of me. Like the last time he was at Lehi's house, he carried the sedan chair and walked forward.

Even the maids and servants were the same.

I couldn't help but follow.

At the back of the line, there was a middle-aged man, about fifty, with a big back comb, shiny hair, and a straight and stylish suit. It stands to reason that at his age, wearing a suit always has a sense of a township entrepreneur, but the person in front of him is very magnificent.

Although it is also a beer belly, a double chin is not lacking.

But it's magnificent.

I always thought he was a little familiar.

At this point, my mind was already a little foggy.

I knew I shouldn't have followed them, but my feet didn't obey me and I still followed them.

When I walked to the valley, I found that the middle-aged man was the little leader I had met at the funeral home. I don't know what his name is, but the huge and majestic posthumous photo is placed in the middle of the mourning hall and I don't want to see it.

He saw me staring at him and smiled at me.

But looking at the way he looks, he shouldn't know what he's doing.

I found out that the team except for the maids and maids should all be for the deceased.

Ferryboat, where are they going to go on this boat?

I couldn't help but be curious.

Not long after we walked, we came to the place where I slept that day, which was the ancestral grave of Li Jiaping.

It's full of offerings.

The palanquin stopped beside it, and all the maids, as well as the dead ghosts, walked over to enjoy the offerings.

The offerings were also made in the order in which they were in the procession.

When these ghosts were added later, there were only a few scraps left on the plate.

The little leader also went over and snatched back an elbow from a group of people.

He put his elbow on the ground and held it in his hand to eat.

The food he touched quickly rotted, and he had a satisfied expression on his face.

"Why don't you eat it, brother?" After the little leader finished eating the offerings, he smoked cigarettes again, which were naturally offered by the villagers of Lijiaping.

I don't know why the villagers gave them these things, but I'm a living person and can't eat them.

"I've seen you, did you show up at the funeral home yesterday? I saw you yesterday. He laughed.

I stood up, and at this time I saw a man standing with his back to us. He was wearing a hospital gown, and he looked familiar. I suddenly remembered that he was the same Bai Niantong who saw me at the funeral home last night and swallowed the blade?

But he shouldn't be dead, I heard that he was just unconscious, but not life-threatening.

Could it be that the reason for his coma has something to do with this?

Lost your soul?

I called Bai Niantong, and he turned his face to me and smiled, revealing his standard eight teeth.

At this time, my back started to itch again. It seems that something is crawling. I scratched my back, and Bai Niantong suddenly showed an extremely frightened expression, pointed at my back and screamed loudly.

His shouts were like throwing water into a pan of oil, and the otherwise calm and even approaching procession suddenly looked like me.

The expressions of these people, how to put it, are like actors on the stage, and everyone has no expression on their faces as if they are wearing masks.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at me, and I could see that my vest was soaked.

And the back is even more itchy.

I reached out to scratch it, but I came across a soft body.

A spirit, that thing had jumped to the side.

I looked back to see what it was, and there was a barrage of exclamations from the crowd.

A tiny black shadow scurried through the crowd, and I saw it catch a geist and swallow it in two bites.

My whole body trembled when I saw it, and this thing had been lying behind me just now?

This seems to be the shadow attached to Zhou Jiaqi in the funeral home last night.

It tossed and turned around, and I realized that my body seemed to be much more transparent than before.

As the shadow grew stronger, it came towards me again, trying to squeeze into my body again.

The palanquin was raised, and the servant maid continued to move forward, and there was no one around the spirits who cared about me and the shadow.

Even if the spirits are eaten in front of them, these spirits are still numb.

Bai Niantong trembled, screamed, and then covered his ears and hid to the side, shivering.

At this time, I was standing on the edge of the cliff, and below my feet was the abyss and the mighty river of clouds, but I did not dare to move. Because of the strength of the shadow, I was so torn that I didn't dare to move, for fear that I would fall as soon as it let go.

At this time, the cliff side is full of fog. The billowing mist formed a fog bridge at my feet, and on the other side of the bridge was a large ship I had seen before.

The shadow seemed to be afraid of the things on the bridge, and grabbed me and dragged me back.

I was so unsteady by its sudden force that I couldn't let it succeed, so I pushed in the direction of the bridge.

Since it's so afraid of what's on the bridge, I'll go to the bridge and get rid of it first.

If this thing really takes over my body, then I'm not a walking corpse? I still remember how it ate the spirit, and I can't tell it to eat it.

The two of us tugged at each other by the bridge, and in the end it prevailed, and I was pulled away little by little.

The shadow seemed excited, waving its arms towards my head, looking like it was about to get in.

My head hurt so much, and I didn't know how much strength I had to use, so I leaned back and sat down half of my body on the foggy bridge.

Although it was night, the moon was in the sky, illuminating the underground river brightly.

This height made me tremble, but I didn't care about anything.

The shadow was honest all at once. Standing on the edge of the cliff, he didn't dare to move. I wondered if I should pull my foot over and cut off contact with the shadow completely. But I'm afraid that this fog bridge is not strong, and if I fall, I will really explain it here.

The shadow stood silent, staring dumbfounded, and I knew he was waiting for me to go back.

After all, the fog bridge will only exist for a while, and when the ship leaves, I still have to go ashore.

The two of us confronted each other in such an eerie way, and the others walked up the bridge one after another to board the boat. My heart is getting heavier and heavier.

However, because of the Shadow's great power before, the spirits who came after him did not dare to approach, and all stood around, watching the big ship move around.