Didn't he already know that Uncle Wang was dead? Why are you still knocking on the door? Could it be that the miscellaneous hair is mad? What a hell.

After knocking several times, still no one opened the door, well, if someone opened the door, it would really be a hell, the miscellaneous hair stopped moving, hesitated for a moment and then gently pushed, after the sound of the old scroll, the wooden door opened in response, and a strong musty smell came to the nose.

It smelled terrible, and it felt worse than when I first came in, as if no one had lived in hundreds of years.

Everyone was silent, but Huang Mao's mouth was not idle: "Why is it so stinky?" What's moldy? ”

When the old man heard this, he turned his head and glared at him, but Huang Mao didn't dare to make a mistake and shrugged his shoulders.

A few mermaids entered the door, and when the last one came in, I only heard a bang behind me, and the wooden door closed automatically, and I shuddered a little, what happened? Closing the door when he came in just now can be understood as Uncle Wang casting a spell, but how can it be like this now?

I've tried it when I went out before, but this wooden door is not elastic at all, and it takes some effort to close it manually, so how can it close automatically? Could it be that the moon sky walking behind did it? It seems even more unlikely, unless he is divine, why would he do such a strange thing.

Li Fengyuan grabbed my arm with one hand and held Xiao Changsheng with the other, although Changsheng didn't have the weird expression he had before, he still didn't seem to know fear, and he was looking left and right with a curious face at the moment, his little eyes were rolling, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The old man in front of me stood still, looking down at Uncle Wang's corpse, and just as I was about to cast my gaze, I suddenly noticed that Li Fengyuan's hand holding my arm was tighter, and at the same time whispered: "Look, it's changed again." ”

My heart sank, and when I looked closely, I was shocked by the scene on the ground, at this moment there was only a layer of shabby and wrinkled clothes on the ground, and Uncle Wang's skeletal body was gone.

In the face of such a change, I can't find a second explanation except for seeing the ghost, before Uncle Wang changed from a living person of flesh and blood to a skeleton frame in an instant, I was shocked enough, I didn't expect that now even the skeleton frame is gone? Isn't Uncle Wang dead yet? The golden cicada has shed its shell?

Yuetian and Huang Mao were also surprised to see this scene, but they didn't seem to know that Uncle Wang was dead at this time, Yuetian didn't talk much, Huang Mao's mouth couldn't be idle, and asked in a low voice, "What's the situation?" What about Uncle Wang, why did you throw your clothes on the ground? ”

After he finished speaking, no one paid attention to him, and the miscellaneous old man surprisingly didn't teach him a lesson.

I tried my best to suppress my uneasiness, looking at the pile of tattered clothes on the ground, the old man was not very surprised, stared at it for a long time, and finally ordered Huang Mao: "Put away Uncle Wang's clothes and bury them on a certain day." ”

As soon as he heard about the burial, Huang Mao was not stupid, he seemed to understand something, his face changed suddenly, he paused for a moment and didn't move, and the old man looked at it, glared and said: "What are you stunned about, why don't you go quickly?" ”

"Alas!" Huang Mao agreed and walked out of the room, looking left and right around the room, and finally his eyes stayed on the bronze mirror that fell on the ground.

He reached out and picked it up carefully, his eyes glaring, just like when Hu Daxian saw me give him the silver.

I suddenly felt a little funny, at this time the two of them really looked like brothers.

When I think of Master, I feel very emotional, although I haven't been with him for a long time, Master gives me the impression that he is powerful and omnipotent, that is to say, if he is here, I basically will not encounter so many strange things, and even if I do, Master will easily handle it.

But then again, damn, if Hu Daxian's old immortal guy hadn't disappeared suddenly, Hu San and I wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to this kind of ghost place, and we wouldn't have gone through so many life and death tribulations, wouldn't he have brought us all these things?

Alas, at this time, I thought of Hu San and Zhu Gui again, and I don't know what happened to them now, whether they are dead or alive, or not alive.

Maybe I slept in another space, maybe I was caught by a monster and stewed and eaten, anyway, I didn't get along with each other, although Hu Daxian had something to say, saying that they were safe and sound, but why didn't that damn old guy explain the reason for this?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, I took a breath, and found that the old man had put down the bronze mirror and turned to look at me, which startled me, and at this moment his face was only less than a foot away from mine, and I seemed to be the first time I had been so close to him.

Miscellaneous hair's eyes were very strange, completely different from when he usually looked at me, and he seemed to have some kind of doubt and incomprehension, but this feeling quickly passed, and Miscellaneous Mao shook his head and continued to observe Uncle Wang's room.

Somehow, remembering the way he looked at me just now, I suddenly felt a little scared, did he want to deal with me? Because I accidentally injured Uncle Wang, causing his death?

No, just now he clearly said that this matter has nothing to do with me, although he doesn't have a good impression, but I still know a little bit about his character, this person shouldn't be the kind of person who is impetuous, he didn't think about things well, he shouldn't say it easily.

Miscellaneous Fur walked up to the wooden box that I had always been curious about, looked in, and then picked it up with both hands, and reached into it, not knowing what he was looking for.

This scene reminds me of Uncle Wang's appearance before, I remember that he was also churning in the wooden box like this, thinking of this, I actually felt a little chilled all over my body, how could this be?

For Uncle Wang's bizarre death just now, witnessing all this with my own eyes, it is false to say that I am not afraid, but it is not serious, but at this moment, I actually feel even more frightened than just now, and I don't know why I feel this way.

After turning over for a long time, Miscellaneous Mao suddenly took out his hand, held the wooden box with both hands and turned it upside down, so that the bottom was facing up, and he turned it upside down, as if there was something in it and wanted to pour it out.

Looking at the strange behavior of the miscellaneous old man, I was even more puzzled, I clearly remembered that there was a noise in this wooden box before, as if there were many things, but now the miscellaneous old man has turned it over, why nothing has fallen? It's weird.

I feel more and more that Uncle Wang's death is very problematic, is there such a possibility, that is, he did not die at all, or became a ghost, or became a skeleton spirit, that is, similar to the white bone spirit, and then can be resurrected in some form, and now his skeleton body is gone, which can explain the problem, and the disappeared objects in the box all indicate that they were taken away, this suspected Uncle Wang is the largest, followed by outsiders.

After a few turns, seeing that there was nothing, the miscellaneous old man seemed to be very puzzled, looked inside again, and finally put the box on the table. (To be continued.) )