Seeing that Wen Deyuan was so stubborn, Wen Siyuan stared at him for a long time before turning his gaze to other places and said lightly: "I don't want to have a conflict with my eldest brother." But my mother left too suddenly, I ......"

"I know you're sad, and I'm sad too." Wen Siyuan said bitterly, "It's not easy for my mother to pull the three of us brothers and sisters, and our little sister is sick again in the mood for love." Seeing that I just had a little bit of a chance, my mother left before she enjoyed a few days of blessings, my heart ......"

As he spoke, he began to cry again.

Wen Siyuan looked at Wen Deyuan's miserable appearance, and the corners of his lips twitched.

In fact, he was also very sad in his heart, but he didn't have to cry to be sad.

He didn't expect Wen Deyuan to cry so badly, this was the first time he had seen Wen Deyuan's side.

Wen Deyuan cried and howled.

Suddenly-

A gust of cold wind suddenly poured into the hall, blowing out a few candles, and making the people in the mourning hall shiver in unison.

This cold wind is a bit evil.

It's like blowing into people's bones, making people feel uncomfortable up and down.

Because a few candles were extinguished, the hall was much darker, and the entire mourning hall was immediately covered with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Wen Deyuan stopped crying, and the mourning hall was a lot quieter.

But then, there was a rustling sound, like the sound of rubbing clothes on one's body when a person moved.

Qiao Shi felt a slight chill coming up from her back, she reached out and grabbed Wen Siyuan's arm, "Did you hear any sound?" ”

Wen Siyuan also heard the rustling sound, turned his head sharply, and looked at the location of the coffin.

Because the voice came from the place where the coffin was.

"W-what's that sound?" Of course, Wen Deyuan also heard something strange, swallowed his saliva and asked.

As soon as his words fell, the rustling sound disappeared and was replaced by a thumping sound.

The sound of the knock was very rhythmic, exactly the same as the knock on the door, and it also came from the coffin.

In the mourning hall, such a sound can really startle people.

Wen Deyuan had already begun to break out in a cold sweat, although Qiao Shi looked calmer than Wen Deyuan, but his face was gradually losing blood.

"I'll go see what's going on, maybe there's a mouse." Wen Siyuan, the calmest of the three, got up from the ground, beat his kneeling leg with his hand, and made a gesture to go to the coffin.

Qiao Shi hurriedly reached out and grabbed Wen Siyuan's sleeve.

Wen Siyuan turned his head to look at Qiao's, only to see Qiao's shaking his head at him, and he said softly, "It's okay." ”

"Be careful." Qiao said, letting go of his hand.

Wen Siyuan walked quickly to the coffin.

The sound of the knock was still going on, and the tempo was faster than before, and the movement was louder than before, as if the person who knocked on the door was impatient and unanswered.

Wen Siyuan was around the coffin, and quickly looked around, but there was no trace of the mouse.

Immediately afterwards, he put his ear to the lid of the coffin.

Knock-Knock-Knock-

The sound of something knocking on the coffin clearly reached his ears through the lid of the coffin.

Apparently, the sound came from the coffin!

Wen Siyuan's heart sank, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, widening the distance between him and the coffin.