It is conceivable that if it is really in the mourning hall, we probably won't be able to stand it.

I noticed that the paper figure standing next to me was already covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Make the paper figure look like a snowman. But there was no frost on the filial piety shirts worn by the three of us. Could it be that this filial piety shirt still has the role of protecting us at this time? This should be the intention of the old stall to let us wear filial piety shirts.

Even so, if it goes on like this, it won't take more than ten minutes, and we will all be overwhelmed. At this time, the tingling pain in my shoulder also hit again.

The tingling pain was accompanied by the cold, and I was about to crush my teeth. I can only try my best to bear it.

I even heard the cqueak of Fat Dahai's clenched fists next to me, and I quickly motioned for him not to make a sound. found that although there was no frost on Fat Dahai's body, there was a layer of hoarfrost on his eyebrows and eyes.

The same goes for the little fly opposite. Believe that I myself am the same as them.

Is this the reaction that Yin Cha brought about after entering the house?

It seems that normal people can't resist this kind of cold, and now it seems that if we weren't still wearing this kind of filial piety shirt, we would have been unable to resist falling down a long time ago.

Still, we can only rely on what little willpower we have left.

At this moment, I suddenly noticed that on the white cloth outside the empty mourning ground, two shadows appeared.

These two shadows are even fainter than the shadow reflected on the white cloth at the old stall.

There is only a shallow layer, and the edges of the shadow are extremely blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.

I feel a pang in my heart, if I am not mistaken, this should be the yin sent by Yin Si to hook the soul of the old stall.

According to the old stall leader, these two should not be real yin gangs, but just ghosts who were caught as errands.

It seems that the empty mourning ground is really a magical place. Not only can you see the soul of the old stall leaving the body, but even the yin who appears here to ask for the soul, you can see them.

As the two faint shadows appeared on the white cloth, a layer of mist unconsciously rose in this small mourning hall.

At first, it was still a mist, but the fog quickly spread, and it gradually blocked our vision, and some of us couldn't see our fingers. Soon, the mourning hall was filled with this mist. The fog also obscured our view so tightly that we could no longer see the few white cloths on the periphery of the empty mourning ground.

We actually saw the yin difference, and I didn't have much fear in my heart at that time, on the contrary, there was some inexplicable little excitement. After all, many people believe that there are ghosts in the world, and if there are ghosts, there is the underworld.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see the darkness of the underworld. But for many days after this was over, all three of us had red eyes and a constant flow of strange discharge. Although it does not affect vision, there is no pain and itching. But this situation lasted for more than a month before it disappeared.

The third uncle said, this is our naked eye, seeing the result of the difference. If it weren't for the fog in the mourning hall at that time, if we continued to look at it, these eyes would have been saved

Not stopped.

Therefore, with our ordinary eyes, there is no problem in seeing ghosts, but when we see the Yin Cha, it is like reading the Yin text, and we have to pay the price for understanding the secrets of the underworld.

Now that I think about it, I had to thank the mist that permeated the mourning hall at that time.

After the fog lifted, the cold feeling intensified. The three of us couldn't help but stand there and tremble.

In the beginning, I was able to support myself as much as I could. Later, I felt as if my body had been hollowed out, both physically and mentally, as if I had lost the strength to support it. I can't tell what kind of state my body is in. In short, I feel like my body is floating in the air, like a leaf flying, sometimes swept to the air by the wind, sometimes falling to the trough.

Later, I asked the old stall leader, and he said that this is the state of a person when he is dying. This state has occurred since his soul left his body.

It's just that I'm a living person, and the reason why I'm in this state is entirely because of the arrival of the yin. And it's not just me, Fat Sea and Little Fly feel the same way as me.

After I was in that state, the kind of voice I had heard whispering in someone's ear came again.

This time the voice was clearer than the night before, but I still couldn't understand what the other person was saying.

It seems that something is being discussed, and there is something wrong with the mood.

The voice of the other person, whether it is tone or intonation, is the same as when we usually speak. It's just that I don't understand what they say at all.

This sound has been in my ears for about ten minutes.

And I've been in that state of confusion all along.

It wasn't until the voice died down that I recovered from that state. The feeling of coldness all over my body slowly disappeared.

I stirred my spirit, and found that the thick mist that filled the mourning hall had dissipated.

There was no shadow of any white cloth on the empty mourning ground.

The temperature in the mourning hall also returned to normal.

I thought about it carefully, and I was almost certain that it was the process of seeking the soul by mistake. I originally thought that after such an arrangement, I would be able to see the real difference. If you get it done, you can also see what Yin Difference looks like and how it asks for souls.

But I never imagined that this process was like a dream in retrospect.

So much so that when you wake up, you can't tell whether what you just experienced is a dream or reality.

I believe that Fat Sea and Little Fly just had the same experience as me.

Because when I saw their eyes, they were filled with doubts and incomprehension.

Finally, we all looked at the empty mourning ground.

All our decorations are designed to allow the old stall to escape this catastrophe. Then whether it is successful or not, it should already be known.

The three of us didn't say anything, and ran to the empty mourning ground together.

The candles in the empty mourning hall are still burning. This is the only place in the mourning hall that is still lit.

There was still no sound inside.

The little fly stood outside and shouted softly

A few voices, Master.

No one answered.

I tugged at the little fly and motioned for him to simply go inside and take a look.

The little fly nodded, and gently ripped open a white cloth from the empty mourning ground.

Inside, on a horizontal bed, the old stall head lay peacefully on it.

On the opposite side of the horizontal bed, there is a picture of the Daojun's night banquet.

(End of chapter)

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