The wake, for the children of the city, was the first time for him.

But the smell of the rotting corpses in the hall was really unpleasant.

Mr. Yin and Yang closed the door of the hall, and the door made a squeaky sound, completely separating the two worlds inside and outside the door. The gentleman took out a piece of white paper and pasted it on the crack in the door.

Then, he glanced at Zhou Yan.

"Eat something, you won't sleep well all night tonight." Mr. Yin and Yang tried to say in a kind tone.

Six-year-old Zhou Yan was not afraid of life, he sat down at the table and ate dinner. The three of them sat around a square table, and the food on the table was sumptuous. Zhou Yan glanced at Mr.'s apprentice, this apprentice in his twenties, it seemed that he had never heard him speak.

"My apprentice is mute." Mr. Yin Yang noticed Zhou Yan's gaze and explained, "It's not innate. The last time he opened the museum for someone, he was accidentally poisoned by the corpse, and his vocal cords were torn by the poison. It's not better in this life! ”

Zhou Yan shrunk his neck, bragging, corpse poison or something, like an old horror movie in Hong Kong. The apprentice ate his supper silently, then found a chair and sat down in front of his aunt's head.

The corpse of the aunt covered with a white sheet was silent in silence, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Time passed by with the ticking of the clock hanging on the opposite wall. From six o'clock to ten o'clock, Zhou Yan finally couldn't hold on. He yawned heavily, curled up and lay down on the small space made of two chairs, and fell asleep uncomfortably.

I don't know how long I slept this night!

Without warning, he opened his eyes and woke up, and he was completely sleepy.

It was still quiet all around, and Zhou Yan raised his head and looked at the clock opposite. But it was only half past ten, and I slept for only half an hour.

Mr. Yin Yang sat on a chair not far away and dozed off, while his apprentice was also sleeping soundly with his head little by little.

Zhou Yan felt that the surroundings were very cold, obviously it was the sun today, and the temperature was not lower than twenty-nine readings, but he was so cold that he couldn't stand it.

He clasped his arms as hard as he could, trying to find some clothes to wrap around to keep warm. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard the barking of a cat outside, and the cry was terrible. The sound of the cat's meow goes from far to near, getting closer and closer. It didn't stop until the door, and Zhou Yan felt that the cat that was screaming was scratching the crack of the door with its paws, and he even saw something poking in through the crack in the door.

Zhou Yan was startled, he tried his best to distinguish what he desperately wanted to probe in, and when he saw it clearly, the whole person was stunned. Where is a cat, it's obviously a pale finger. The fingers are slender, skinny and bone-covered, and the shriveled skin wraps around the knuckles, which looks particularly terrifying.

The long fingernails reflecting the cold light finally touched the paper talisman that Mr. Yin Yang had pasted, and the paper talisman emitted a strange light, and then a terrible, heart-rending cry was heard. The claws retracted like an electric shock!

"So, what's that!" Although Zhou Yan is very young, he has always lived in a big city, and he has no thoughts about ghosts and gods, and he does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods. But the situation that appeared in front of him at this moment almost subverted his worldview.

He tiptoed cautiously to walk over and shake Mr. Yin and Yang awake, but as soon as he moved, the corpse of his aunt lying on the wooden board actually moved.

The overhead lamp went out as soon as he breathed, and Zhou Yan swore that he had seen a gray shadow fall from the ceiling. It was a figure, and it quickly pierced into my aunt's corpse.

After that, the body of my aunt, who was covered by a white sheet, shook vigorously, like a swing, and trembled. The entire makeshift patchwork bed shook with a piercing sound in the trembling of the corpse. The two benches under the wooden planks kept hitting the ground, so frightened that Zhou Yan's heart was about to suffocate.

He didn't dare to move, and watched his aunt's body shake, and the sheet on the corpse was also thrown off because of the violent shaking, and the sheet slipped off and floated in the air for several seconds before falling to the ground.

The shrunken body of her aunt was exposed to Zhou Yan's sight, and she desperately wanted to curl up her body, but her limbs were covered with a piece of yellowed straw. It was this thin piece of straw that nailed the struggling corpse firmly to the wooden plank. I don't know what to get away from, the corpse can't break free from the straw after all, no matter how hard she struggles, she can't move her limbs.

Zhou Yan didn't have the strength to think, he was only six years old, how could he understand the terrifying situation in front of him, how difficult it was to explain.

He stepped back step by step, and the head of his aunt on the wooden board slowly turned towards him. The aunt's collapsed pair of eyes, the curtains of which were sewn up by needles and threads at some point, but even so, the black needles and threads could not resist and prevent the corpse's eyes from opening. The corpse that had been left for nine days already showed signs of decomposition, the corpse's eyelids were black, the flesh of the eyelids at the sutures was torn apart little by little, and the last half of the eyelids were torn off and remained in the truth.

My aunt's scorched yellow eyes were finally revealed, and she looked at Zhou Yan without blinking, staring at it deadly.

Zhou Yan was finally so frightened that he couldn't stand it anymore and screamed loudly.

The screams immediately woke Mr. Yin Yang and his apprentice. The gentleman quickly glanced at the situation in the room and cursed, "Damn! ”

Then he took out a charm from his pocket and pressed it firmly on his aunt's forehead. The aunt's eyes did not close, and her burnt yellow eyes shrank like a cat, looking at Mr. Yin and Yang.

"Boom!" The corpse opened its mouth with a sharp smile, spitting out a puddle of thick phlegm from its throat.

"Brute, don't get out of here yet!" Mr. Yin and Yang cursed, dodging the thick phlegm. He took out the peachwood sword in his pocket and stabbed it into his aunt's mouth.

The thick phlegm fell not far from Zhou Yan, and the green phlegm seemed to be extremely corrosive, corroding the masonry floor.

Zhou Yan hurriedly ran to the corner of the wall, hugged his legs and squatted down to hide. Mr. Yin Yang asked the apprentice to hold the body of his aunt's corpse and try to keep her from moving. Then he took out nine six-inch-long coffin nails that emitted cold light, and firmly nailed the corpse, and then wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

The corpse finally stopped and did not move again.

Calm returned to the room.

"There's definitely something wrong with this corpse, it actually put me to sleep." Mr. Yin and Yang scolded as he took out the miscellaneous sea salt and sprinkled it evenly in every corner of the hall, forming a circle.

"Frightened, huh?" He looked at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan, who had already been frightened, slowed down for a long time before nodding.

"This is just the beginning, we still have enough to go. Tonight, I'm afraid it won't be too peaceful! Mr. Yin Yang sighed, sprinkled a small circle with salt, and beckoned to him: "You stand in, no matter what happens, don't go out of this circle." ”

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