Grandma's hand just reached out of the coffin and grabbed me.

At this moment, if you ask me what I'm thinking, I'll say for sure that I don't know what I'm thinking.

At this point, the brain goes blank.

I don't know how long it took for me to come back to my senses, looking at my grandmother's hand that was clutching her wrist, I was sure that it was not an illusion, and my grandmother lying in the coffin seemed to be alive.

It stands to reason that my grandmother is not dead, and I should be happy.

But now I can't be happier. Because I found that my grandmother was just holding me with her hand, and the person lying in the coffin did not move.

Something was clearly not right, and I knew that if my grandmother hadn't died, she would have spoken out a long time ago, instead of holding my hand and disappearing.

Struggling slightly, my grandmother's hand did not let go, and I lifted the oil lamp and shone it on my grandmother's face.

The situation was the same as what I had seen before, my grandmother's eyes were closed and her face was serene.

Looking at her hand on my wrist, I couldn't figure out what was going on, why my grandmother was holding me.

Corpse fraud?

As soon as this thought popped into my head, I shook my head, thinking that grandma was not cheating on her corpse like this.

I've seen two corpses, but it's not like grandma.

Because the person lying in the coffin was my grandmother, I quickly calmed down, put the oil lamp on the lid of the coffin, and began to break my grandmother's hand that was holding my wrist.

As I was fiddling, I suddenly noticed that my grandmother's hands were not as cold and stiff as a dead man's.

On the contrary, grandma's hands still have a little body temperature, but this body temperature is not like the body temperature of a normal person, and the skin is also very soft, not a dead person at all.

This situation reminded me of the failure to recruit the dead soul before, and I thought: Is grandma really not dead?

When a person dies, the corpse becomes hard and cold, this is common sense.

I was a little confused when I thought about the scene when I found out that my grandmother had passed away that night. At that time, Grandma's body was stiff and indeed looked like a dead person, but now, Grandma lying in the coffin did not look like a dead person at all, and felt like a soul had fallen into a deep sleep.

I can't tell you what happened.

The only possibility that comes to mind is that there are really two grandmothers, one is the grandmother who actually died before and sent to the mountain for burial, and the other is the grandmother who is hidden here.

But I believe that I can't have two grandmothers, otherwise I wouldn't have discovered nothing after so many years.

Thinking about it deeply, I think this is a trick set up by my grandmother, and she is indeed cheating on death.

As for the purpose, after a little thought, it will be understood, in order to deal with Uncle Qin.

Before this, grandma knew that there was a very powerful bad guy hidden in the secret, but she didn't know who it was, and she also knew that if she didn't die, the person hiding in the secret would not be exposed.

That's why my grandmother took advantage of what happened to me to make this play. Because with my understanding of my grandmother, I know that she will not break her word, and said that she will help me solve the problem of losing my spirit, and help me solve the birthmark on Jiang Yan's face, it is impossible to just say it to fool me.

Looking back now, it really was.

Grandma cheated to death to lead out Uncle Qin, who had been hiding in the dark.

Grandma's method of cheating death has to be said to be very clever, because even Xu Buhuo didn't seem to find the catty in it, otherwise Xu Buhuo wouldn't have seen anything when the coffin was opened on the mountain before.

In other words, Xu Buhuo already knew about his grandmother's plan, but he deliberately pretended not to know anything, and took me around, flickering back and forth, the purpose was to make a scene of grandma really dead for Uncle Qin to see.

Anything was possible, but I didn't bother with my grandmother's tricks, and my nervousness and worry gradually turned into excitement and joy.

I also thought that my grandmother had put the piece of paper that entered the dark room in the collection of books that recorded Qimen Dunjia, perhaps on purpose, and she knew that I would definitely look for the dark room, so she put the way to enter the dark room in the library so that I could find it.

Except for this red coffin and grandma, the rest of the things in the darkroom are basically of little value, and grandma doesn't want me to find her, there is no need to let me know about the existence of the darkroom.

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but get excited and wanted to scream to vent the negative emotions that had accumulated in my heart during this time. However, I know that I can't get too excited yet, and although the truth is getting closer and closer to the truest truth, it still depends on what happens.

Taking a deep breath to suppress my joy, I continued to let my grandmother hold my hand, and after a few strokes, I found that my grandmother's hand was very tight, and I couldn't get it away unless I used brute force.

Looking at my grandmother's appearance, she was sleeping now, and she brute force her hand away, and I couldn't say what it would do, I was very embarrassed, thinking about it for no reason, and my grandmother wouldn't say that she would hold my hand like this.

Unless, what does she want to explain to me? Remind me?

The flash of inspiration made me think that the time to open the lid of the coffin just now was not short, and there was no movement during the whole period. It wasn't until I was about to close the lid and leave that my grandmother suddenly grabbed my hand, as if she didn't want me to leave like that.

After analyzing this, my heart moved, and I said to the grandmother in the coffin: "Grandma, I am Ziwu, do you want to explain what you want me to do?" If yes, you let go of your hand slightly. ”

It's just manual and the person didn't wake up, I think this should be one of the results of grandma's death.

There was less time for her to wake up for the time being, so she could only remind me in some simple way.

As I waited, I could clearly feel that my grandmother's hand on my wrist had loosened a little.

This situation made me uncontrollable excited, and my eyes became hot and wet. Because I know, I guessed correctly, grandma really didn't die. After taking a deep breath to stabilize my emotions, I continued to ask, "Grandma, if there is anything you need me to do, you can point to it." ”

Grandma's hand suddenly let go, but she didn't return to the coffin, her index finger pointing to the ground.

I lifted the oil lamps to the ground, expecting that there would be some hints on the ground, but after looking around, there was nothing at the bottom of the coffin, and there was nothing on the ground, and I was about to ask my grandmother what she wanted to do, when I saw the oil lamps and magic circles surrounding the coffin.

Is it for me to light the oil lamp?

The magic circle mixed with oil lamps, lined up around the big red coffin, and the grandmother was lying inside, and it was not difficult to imagine that the force of these magic circles fell on the grandmother

"Grandma, do you want me to light these oil lamps?"

In a fit of nervousness, Grandma's index finger moved slightly, and then her hand was withdrawn into the coffin.

I knew my grandmother was just trying to remind me to light the oil lamps around the coffin.

There was no oil in the oil lamp, and I walked around and found only a bottle of oil, but not sesame oil, but black oil, with a faint fishy smell, which seemed to be used to light the oil lamp.

To be on the safe side, I went around again, but after I still couldn't find the sesame oil, I knew that the black oil must be the oil that my grandmother asked me to use to light the lamp, so I immediately poured the oil into the oil lamp.

During this period, I counted and found that the oil lamps surrounding the coffin, no more, no less, exactly ten, exactly corresponding, corresponding to three souls and seven spirits.

More accurately, when the last oil lamp was filled with oil, the black oil in the bottle was poured out just right.

These are all grandma's arrangements.

Ten oil lamps were lit, and at first the flames were still orange, but gradually, the color of the flames turned blood-red, and it looked very strange when it illuminated the surroundings.

At the same time, I noticed that as the ten oil lamps were lit, a cool breeze blew slightly in the darkroom.

When I felt the cool breeze, I was about to close the wooden board at the entrance of the darkroom, fearing that the cool breeze would blow out the lights of the ten oil lamps, but when I carried the oil lamps to the stone staircase, I found that the cool breeze was not blowing in from outside.

Because of the oil lamp I carried in my hand, the light of the lamp still swayed slightly in the dark room, but when I reached the entrance, it was straight up, without the slightest wavering.

The wind, lit with ten oil lamps, arises naturally.

Looking at the blood-red lights of the ten oil lamps, they swayed slightly at first, but soon quieted down, letting the cool breeze blow, and the lights did not tremble in the slightest.

If I hadn't seen all this change with my own eyes, I would have thought that these lights were models.

Ten oil lamps correspond exactly to the three souls and seven spirits of ten.

I couldn't help but guess that my grandmother might have been waiting for me to help her light the ten oil lamps and activate the arcane power of the circle.

And when the ten oil lamps are burning, she will wake up.

Whether the result is as I guessed is, I'm looking forward to it. After observing for a while, and seeing that there were no unnecessary changes, I knew that all that was left was to wait, so I stepped forward to close the lid and leave.

I knew that I was just about to exert force, and my grandmother's hand suddenly reached out against the lid of the coffin, as if she didn't want me to close the lid of the coffin.

Seeing this, I said goodbye to my grandmother and reluctantly left the darkroom after making sure that the rest of the things in the darkroom would not be ignited.

If I could, I would have liked to stay in the dark room until the lights went out and my grandmother woke up, but I knew it wouldn't allow it.

When I got to the entrance, I poked my head out, and I hurried out without seeing anyone around, and then closed the plank.

I walked forward with the idea of trying, and in a few steps I walked outside the original threshold, and then turned my head to see that there were planks on the ground, only smooth ground.

I turned back to where I had the planks and stepped on them, and the floor was the floor, and there was no entrance.

Qimen Dunjia is really magical.

Personal experience has made me very interested in Qimen Dunjia, and I am thinking that when these things are dealt with, I must study them carefully.

Before leaving the small courtyard, I adjusted my face and pretended to be confused.

I'm not sure if Uncle Qin is secretly observing, but I can't rule out this possibility, I know that if I look happy, Uncle Qin will definitely guess that I have discovered the dark room of the old mansion when he sees it.

At that time, if he threatens my mother's safety and tells me how to enter the dark room, my grandmother who is waking up will be in danger.

On the way, thinking of the bronze key that Uncle Qin wanted, I was embarrassed for a while.

I thought that the bronze key would be hidden in the dark room, but during the previous inspection, I noticed everything, there was no bronze key, and there was not even a single iron tool.

The three-day deadline is almost over, and before I know it, there is not much time left for me.

"Meridian."

As soon as I entered the new house, there was a familiar shout in front of me, and when I looked up, my heart chuckled.