When I opened the papers, I found that the person wrapped in the paper was cold and no longer breathing, but I tried to wake her up while slapping the mad monkey's face, but this attempt didn't work at all, she didn't breathe, she didn't have a heartbeat, she just lay quietly on the bed.

She's dead!

A person who has obviously returned home will suddenly appear here? Could this be the truth of those mysterious disappearances?

I quickly took out my phone and dialed the crazy monkey's number, I thought the phone would ring somewhere in the house, but it turned out to be extremely surprising again, the crazy monkey actually picked up the phone.

"Are you home?" I asked her.

"yes, didn't you call once before? What's wrong? What's going on again? ”

I glanced at the identical body of the mad monkey lying on the bed, and had no idea how to explain to her what was happening.

At this time, Wu Lao Er also staggered in from the door, and pushed me away from the side of the bed, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Get out of here!" Get the hell out of here! ”

Who would listen to his orders at this time, I turned around and grabbed the back of Wu Lao'er's neck, then pressed him hard against the edge of the bed and asked, "What the are you doing?!" ”

"It's a tribute! It's a tribute! You can't spoil the tribute, or the ancestors will be unhappy! Let me make the tribute! Wu Lao Er struggled hard and reached for the body of the mad monkey.

Qiao Wei also hurriedly came over to help me hold down Wu Lao Er together, and then asked the same: "Who do you say is the ancestor?" What does tribute mean? ”

Wu Lao Er didn't answer our questions, and was still struggling desperately there. But he was too thin to break free from Qiao Wei's suppression and me.

At that moment, an alarm clock on the workbench in the hut suddenly went off, followed by a second and a third...... In an instant, the room was filled with the cacophony of alarm clocks, which shook people's heads. I looked at the little alarm clock closest to me, and it was exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

weishenme to set an alarm at twelve o'clock? What is the special significance of this point in time? Wu Lao Er mentioned the tribute just now, could it be that the time for sacrifice has come?

I was thinking about these questions wildly, and Wu Lao'er, who was held down by me, didn't know where the strength came from, and he stood up all of a sudden! Then he swung his arms from side to side, throwing Qiao Wei and me aside, and then he threw himself on the bed, picked up the mad monkey's corpse, and ran to the door.

But he had only run three steps before he stopped, for a man had already walked in through the doorway.

It was a gray, skinny old man, with thin grass-like hair on either side of the old man's head, which hung down on either side of his cheeks, slightly covering his dull eyes.

The old man was wearing an old gown, which was covered with dust, and his steps were not very large, but each step was very hard, and in stark contrast to his exaggerated movements, his steps did not make any sound at all!

After the old man in the long coat entered the house, another man followed him.

It was an old lady in a split gown. The lady was as thin as rotten wood, and her gray hair was coiled around her head and held in place with a rusty metal hairpin. Her steps were light, slow, and equally silent.

"It's coming! Here it comes! The ancestors are coming......"

Wu Lao Er's whole body trembled and he stood in place and kept muttering, and with his words, the old man and the old lady who were still at the door before also instantly floated in front of Wu Lao Er like a puff of smoke, and at the same time, the old man also raised his hand and gently touched Wu Lao Er's face.

Wu Lao Er then let out a heart-rending scream.

He threw the mad monkey's body on the ground, and then rolled himself on the ground. The moment he lay down, I could clearly see that the left side of his face, which had just been touched, had festered out of shape, and the flesh on his cheeks had rotted out of holes, and I could directly see the teeth inside!

I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know what to do next, so I just subconsciously put my hand on my waist to take off the noose that locked the ghost.

But at this moment, Qiao Wei suddenly shouted at me: "biedong! Tens of millions of biedong !! ”

Qiao Wei's shout immediately reminded me of the scene when we were surrounded by a group of wild ghosts in the haunted building.

Now it's time to meet the ghost king Naxin?

I didn't have time to think about it, so I could only listen to his command to remove my hand from the noose around my waist. Almost as soon as I took my hand away, the old man flickered in front of me, his deadly eyes with severe dark circles staring up into my eyes from below!

He was so close to me that I could almost see his rough pores, and I could smell the muddy stench of him.

The old man stared at me for a moment, then raised his hand as if to touch my face. I was just about to dodge, but Qiao Wei shouted again: "biedong!! ”

I swept Qiao Wei out of the corner of my eye, and found that his situation was not much different from mine, and the old lady stood in front of him, and also stretched out her hand as if to touch Qiao Wei's head.

Qiao Wei once killed his uncle because of a disobedient behavior, and I once almost caused the two of us to be cleaned up by a whole floor of wild ghosts because I didn't listen to Qiao Wei's words and acted rashly. This time I would have listened to him no matter what, so I bit my teeth, closed my eyes, held my breath, and kept my body motionless, only praying in my heart that something would happen to me, and I was prepared for a sharp pain in my face.

After about ten seconds, there was no pain in my face, and there was no strange sensation in my body, but the stench of mud gradually became stronger. I slowly opened my eyes to see what was going on, and as I opened them, my heart almost jumped out of my throat!

In just a few seconds, the whole little house was filled with people out of nowhere, and I can't count how many of them there were, but the hut was already packed to the brim anyway.

They were men, women, old and young, all dressed in old clothes, and all of them were as thin as dead wood. These people are not very tall, definitely no more than 1.7 meters, so I can clearly see Qiao Wei's condition.

He stood there unharmed, with his mouth closed, his brows tightly locked, and he shook his head slightly at me, as if he meant to signal me to be biedong.

I didn't even dare to nod my head, and the only places I dared to move were my two eyeballs.

These eccentrics stood in the room for about two minutes before slowly starting to move towards the door. They drifted to the door like teleportable illusions, and then vanished. After more than ten seconds, only the old man and the old lady who had first entered the room remained, and the body of the mad monkey disappeared with the person who had disappeared earlier.

The old man came to Wu Lao Er, who was lying on the ground, and then bent down and spat out a mouthful of turbid, slightly green gas, which felt like a ghost.

Wu Lao Er snorted, and then suddenly sat up from the ground, and his already rotten face gradually returned to its original state. He touched his face and looked at the old man and the old lady, and quickly turned over and knelt down and kowtowed to the two of them: "Next time I will be ready, I will be ready, I will not let my ancestors down!" Please rest assured, please rest assured! ”

Wu Lao Er's answer seemed to make the old man and old lady very satisfied, and the two old ghosts actually showed a strange smile, and then they also floated to the door like smoke and dust, and then walked out and disappeared.

I stood there for a few more seconds before I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down on the ground with my legs limping and my butt on my ass.

Qiao Wei also bent over as if he had been holding his breath for a long time, holding his knees with his hands and gasping for breath, and after a while, he also gave me a thumbs up and said, "Good job, we almost lost our lives!" ”

I could only smile bitterly, and then asked, "Was the ghost king Naxin just now?" ”

"Well, I've met the Ghost King, but the situation may be a little more serious than that."

"What kind of serious law?"

"If you want to put it more plainly, it should be 'the ghost door is wide open', and someone has opened a door to the netherworld in this place."

Qiao Wei's words do sound exaggerated, but I still choose to believe his words, because a few months ago he experienced a dangerous incident in Liaoning that he called "the ghost gate opened", when he was still in the Bazhai Hall, and in order to seal the ghost gate, several disciples of the Bazhai Hall almost lost their lives.

When I first heard Qiao Wei tell me about his experience, I preferred to think of it as a legendary fantasy novel, but I never expected that I would have the opportunity to experience it once, and so quickly and so suddenly!