The cat's meow became more intense, as if countless ghosts were surrounding his ears, and Zhou Yan's head ached for a while as the sound stimulated. The shrill sound didn't even need to pass through the eardrum, it rushed directly into the cranial nerves, and eventually even the brain began to ache.

Zhou Yan felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely go crazy!

The aunt's eyelids popped open violently in the cat's meow, and the place where the originally cloudy eyeballs turned white became pitch black, and even protruded from the eye sockets.

The corpse's throat made a strange 'click' sound, faint but distinct from the unpleasant meows. In my aunt's thin and rickety body, there seemed to be infinite strength, and when she raised her hand, the coffin nail in her right hand was pulled out.

This is followed by the left hand, left foot, and right foot.

One by one, the nails of the coffin were pulled out, and the nails were stained with black foul-smelling pus and blood. It didn't take long for the corpse to stand up, and only the wicker was left.

Wicker, a total of seven circles around the body!

The ancients often said that wicker drives away ghosts, which may be true. Zhou Yan saw that as long as his aunt's corpse touched the wicker, a blood mark would appear, and his body would twitch. It looks like it hurts.

The strange cat meow has long since changed to a terrible ghost meow. In the midst of this ghostly scream, the corpse seemed to be constantly pouring energy. My aunt has long since died, so she is naturally not afraid of pain. It desperately tried to break free of the wicker.

Mr. Yin Yang was in a hurry, threw the peachwood sword to his apprentice, and went to the package himself, turning out a copper strange shape like a rectangular artifact like a door, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Prick it in the heart." Mr. Yin and Yang shouted, and then lunged at the corpse.

The apprentice endured his fear, grabbed the peachwood sword with both hands and stabbed his aunt in the chest. But it was too late, and my aunt roared miserably, and the wicker on her body broke inch by inch. It raised its right hand and grabbed the peachwood sword that had stabbed it, and grasped it firmly.

The apprentice's eyes widened, and he was terrified. I saw my aunt raise her left hand and grab the apprentice's head, like the sound of pinching a balloon, the apprentice's head cracked with a 'snap', and red and white things sprayed everywhere.

"Damn it!" When Mr. Yin Yang saw the tragic death of his apprentice, he roared in grief: "Evil obstacles, take your life!" ”

He held up the door-like artifact and wanted to stick it to the corpse's forehead. But the aunt seemed to avoid it slowly, and the corpse of the aunt seemed to be extremely jealous of the artifact, and she was trying to dodge while attacking Mr. Yin and Yang.

Zhou Yan felt like he was in a horror movie, and the dead corpses and completely unscientific fights not far away had already made him so frightened that he was about to collapse.

"Run!" After all, Mr. Yin and Yang did not have as much strength as the corpse, and gradually struggled. He turned his head and shouted at Zhou Yan: "The salt circle is useless, after killing me, this evil obstacle will kill you." ”

"There is a key in my package, you take it, and go down the hall to the basement of the Zhou family. There is a scary-looking bronze door that you won't forget when you see it. You use the key, close that door! ”

Mr. Yin and Yang gasped, he was embarrassed by his aunt's attack. As she spoke, her aunt's hand stretched out, and her sharp nails immediately pierced into her arm.

The gentleman was in pain, and shouted again heartbreakingly: "If you want to end this evil obstacle, you can only close the ghost gate in advance." Zhou Yan, it's all up to you. I'm sorry, but this is your life! ”

The corpse grabbed Mr. Yinyang's arm and slammed its head up his throat, trying to pierce Mr. Yinyang's neck with the fangs that had just grown, and drink his blood.

Zhou Yan was frightened and didn't dare to move.

Mr. Yin Yang wailed, "Go! Fast! ”

Zhou Yan moved at this time, cautiously, step by step, step after step, walked out of the salt circle, slowly walked to Mr. Yin and Yang's package, and flipped through it. Soon he found a bronze key the thickness of a little finger, which was strangely shaped, square and heavy. Obviously it is made of bronze, and he can hold it in the palm of his hand at the age of six.

However, the key was so heavy that it took two hands to hold it.

Mr. Yin Yang used his last strength to push his aunt away and gave Zhou Yan a way to live. Zhou Yan endured his fear, and according to his husband's instructions, he opened the back door and ran out of the hall, running in the direction of the basement with his memory.

The basement of Zhou's house is easy to find, he also went to it when he was bored a few days ago, and there is nothing special in it. I thought it would take a lot of effort to find the door that Mr. Yin and Yang said. But he was wrong.

The door was really easy to find, right in the middle of the basement. As for why Mr. Yin Yang knew about the existence of this door, Zhou Yan didn't think much about it. He gasped, his eyes widened in disbelief at the door in the basement that defied his worldview.

The door, this one is only two meters high and half a meter wide. The door, slightly revealing a gap, I don't know if it was about to open or about to close. The door, floating in the basement, is very ethereal. Countless light particles are going in and out, this is the ghost door that Mr. Yin and Yang said?

Mr. Yin Yang is right, this so-called ghost gate is indeed impressive, you only need to look at it, and you can't forget it for the rest of your life.

The bronze door exudes a strange chill to the bone. The door is in the shape of a tower, and on the top, there are three crooked words written crookedly, the ghost door is closed!

And in the very center of the door, there is a keyhole. Zhou Yan didn't dare to delay, took a few deep breaths, and inserted the bronze key into it.

There was no sound, and there was no sound. The light of the strange bronze door suddenly dimmed, and it fell to the ground with a thud, and then gradually sank into the ground.

Zhou Yan couldn't believe his eyes, it was obviously a door, how could it pass through the concrete and sink? He stomped on the ground with his foot, and suddenly there was a solid echo.

It didn't take long for the door to disappear from his sight.

He plucked up the courage to go back to the hall, where the lights were still there. But it was over, and my aunt's body fell to the ground, emitting a disgusting smell of rot. Not far away, Mr. Yin Yang was seriously injured and dying.

Without waiting for Zhou Yan to help him, Mr. said his last words: "Zhou Yan boy, the person who got the key is my heir." Ahem, you take this book. I'm going to die, it's my life. I knew from the first sight of you that you belonged here, and one day, no matter where you hid, one day, you would still come back......"

"Because of that ghost door, I need you, come and close!"

After saying that, Mr. Yin Yang died of anger. What happened in the hall, Zhou Yan couldn't explain it. He left River City with his parents the next day, thinking that he would never return for the rest of his life.

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