I couldn't figure out what the situation was, so I wanted to ask Uncle Gua what to do, but Uncle Gua was long gone.

I don't know if Uncle Gua ran away, or if I fell into a hallucination.

"Open it!" Countless He Tighu held the dresser box and said to me loudly.

I was adamant that I couldn't open the dresser.

There must be something evil in the dresser. If it is released, the consequences are unimaginable.

Even if there's nothing in there, there's no way I'm going to open it.

He Tighu waited for a while, saw that I didn't open the dressing box, and said to me loudly again: "Open it!" ”

"Zhao Zhang, don't open the dressing box, you quickly break the mirror in the house! That's the culprit! Uncle Gua's voice came from above my head.

I looked up and saw Uncle Gua wearing a blood-red trench coat with a blood-red rope around his neck.

Uncle Gua didn't know when he was hung up silently.

But there was nothing above the rope, as if the rope was hanging in the air.

No wonder I couldn't see Uncle Gua just now, it turned out that he was hanged.

I flew up, ready to save Uncle Gua first.

Uncle Gua was shocked and said loudly: "Don't! You go and break the mirror first! ”

Unfortunately, it was too late, and a blood-red rope, flying out of nowhere, was put around my neck and hung me up.

At the same time, a blood-red cloak was draped over me.

Wearing a bloody coat and hanging a red rope is a very evil way to die.

Ordinary people who are hanged like this will become terrible ghosts.

If the onmyoji is hanged like this, he will become a ghost, or even a ghost general and a ghost handsome.

The rope tightened and tightened, my tongue grew longer and longer, and my consciousness became more and more blurred.

Just when I was about to lose my breath, just as I was about to lose consciousness, a He Ruihu in the courtyard slowly floated up from the ground, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and cut the blood-red rope in the shape of scissors.

With a bang, I fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

I got up, took two long breaths, and felt much more comfortable.

"Open it!" Countless He Tighu held the dressing box in his hand, surrounded me again, and asked me to open the dressing box.

I understood why He Tighu wanted to save me, he wanted me to open the dressing box.

I didn't care about Uncle Gua, so I pushed away He Ruihu one by one and rushed into the house.

Uncle Gua said that as long as you break the mirror in the house, you can break this yin-yang technique.

These He Tighoo are all illusory, and when I push them, my hand can pass through their bodies.

When I rush forward, my body can pass through their body.

When I rushed into the house, the mirror was gone, replaced by a tribute platform.

On the altar are placed spirit tablets.

From front to back, the spirit card is higher than the other, like a grave pile on the slope of a wasteland.

There are more than 100 of these spirit cards.

The spirit card is dark all over, revealing a trace of black gas.

The spirit card is engraved with blood-red dye, and each word is engraved with teeth and claws, which is extremely weird.

It's just that there is no light, and I can't see what is written on the spirit card.

Standing in front of the tribute platform, I felt like I was standing in front of a mound of graves.

At this moment, there was a "bang", the door slammed shut, and the room lit up with a blue ghostly light.

Through the ghost light, I saw a person's name written on the spirit tablet, but everyone's name was Zhao Zhang.

I was stunned, and I couldn't understand why the owner of these spirit cards was called Zhao Zhang.

I stepped forward and looked at them one by one, and there were not only names engraved on them, but also their dates of birth and death.

Looking at it, I noticed a strange phenomenon.

Every time Zhao Zhang is born, it is the time when the previous Zhao Zhang died. Every time Zhao Zhang dies, it is the time when the next Zhao Zhang is born.

The years of their birth and death are so closely linked that it is as if they have just died and are immediately reincarnated.

What's going on? Why is this happening?

I couldn't figure it out.

From the time when the earliest Zhao Zhang was born to the time when the last Zhao Zhang died, it was a full thousand years.

What does this millennium represent?

I don't know.

But I think that these spirit cards should support a person, and each spirit card represents every life and life of this person.

Suddenly, I found out that the last Zhao Zhang's birth date was actually the same year, month, and day as mine, and the last time of his death was actually the same day, month, and day of the year the little ghost child was killed.

If I hadn't been replaced by my biological mother and I, then I would have died.

But I'm not dead now, I'm still alive, and the little ghost boy is dead.

What's going on with these spirit cards? Who provides for it?

Are these spiritual tablets offering to me?

Could it be that a thousand years ago, it was destined for my life and death in every life?

My scalp exploded and I couldn't believe it was real.

Whoever sees their generations of tablets placed together, all under one name, will be horrified and frightened.

At this time, I remembered the words of Zhang Xiaoya and Zhang Xiaoshu again.

They all said that I was not an ordinary person, and I was a little unconvinced before, but now I believe it.

I'm definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise how could there be all my spirit cards for a thousand years here.

And I believe that even if it is a fantasy, someone is reminding me of something.

I let out a long sigh of relief as I prepared to walk out of the room.

It's so weird here.

But I found myself sitting in a coffin.

I was standing just now, how could I be sitting in the coffin now? And there was no coffin in the house just now!

The coffin was bright red as blood, as if it had been soaked in blood.

I've never heard of a coffin being red, let alone seen one.

At this moment, a soothing voice sounded in my ears: "Zhao Zhang, sleep!" Go to sleep! When you fall asleep, you forget everything! ”

I was like a demon, and slowly lay down in the coffin.

But I knew very well in my heart that I could not lie in a coffin, that I was a living person, not a dead person.

How can a living person lie in a coffin!

I tried to struggle, but I couldn't move.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't open my mouth.

I watched as I slowly lay back and get closer and closer to the coffin board.

Three-inch, two-inch, one-inch......

Eventually, I was lying in a coffin with my hands clasped to the seams of my trousers, like a dead body in a funeral home.

With a bang, the coffin lid was closed, and it was pitch black in front of my eyes.

My heart sank to the bottom, and I knew that I was finished, and I was going to die. At this moment, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't speak.

Gradually, my consciousness became more and more blurred.

In a daze, I fell asleep, maybe I died.

Anyway, I lost consciousness and everything seemed to have nothing to do with me.

(This chapter, which I wrote with great satisfaction, is worthy of my efforts last night, and worthy of my efforts this morning.) ）