Looking down at the coffin, the bright red blood rolled like a wave, and I felt dizzy at the sight.

How could there be blood in a coffin? My mind was full of hundreds of flies buzzing around.

I took a deep breath and pondered the possibility of the scene in front of me.

Even ghosts and gods couldn't have produced so much blood out of thin air—visually, the blood in the coffin was enough for the whole body of five or six people.

So, judging that all this was an illusion, that is, a fake, I reached out and drew a charm to suppress evil spirits, and threw it into the coffin.

The churning blood was obviously a lot less, and as soon as I saw that this trick worked, I hurriedly waved two in succession, and the blood in the coffin was instantly gone, replaced by a female corpse.

The female corpse was dressed in red clothes and wore blood-red leather shoes on her feet, probably related to the blood that she had seen just now.

How could a dead body be dressed in red?

I have heard that after a woman commits suicide in red clothes, she will become a ghost, and I don't know what the purpose of such a female corpse in red clothes and red shoes is in the red coffin.

I took a flashlight and shone the face of the woman in the coffin, and I felt a sense of déjà vu.

I glanced at her twice, and I was sure that I had seen her, but I shouldn't be familiar with her, otherwise I wouldn't have just a sense of déjà vu.

Who is this man?

I really couldn't remember it for a while.

I was shocked by this strange scene in front of me, and I secretly greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of Cheng Blind, this old immortal always dropped the chain at a critical time, mainly because he didn't say that he would see the corpse of the woman in red at night, let alone what to do when he encountered this kind of thing.

The female corpse was a young girl, looking in her twenties, with no signs of decay, and giving the impression that the muscles on her face were still elastic.

If it weren't for the coffin, I would have thought she was just asleep.

Looking at the appearance of the female corpse, my mind flashed back to the girl I had seen recently.

The experience of being at the cemetery in the afternoon emerged.

The brain then "buzzed" as if someone had hit a stick.

I quickly attached myself and carefully shone the face of the female corpse in the coffin with a flashlight.

That's right, it's him!

It's impossible! When pigs fly.

The female corpse turned out to be the girl I had seen in the afternoon. Calculate the time, when I left the girl's house, Xue Yanni had already asked people to start digging the coffin, and it was impossible for the girl to run into this coffin anyway.

Could it be that the girl I saw in the afternoon was really a ghost?

As soon as this idea came to me, it was immediately rejected by himself.

I touched the girl's chest, and the feeling of the heartbeat coming from under the soft flesh was so real that it couldn't be an illusion, that is, the girl I met in the afternoon was a human being.

But......

I immediately thought of another possibility, this female corpse was not the girl I met in the afternoon, but the girl's sister, that is, the girl on the portrait.

This explanation makes sense, but everything is a little weird by coincidence.

I took another deep breath and decided to adopt the strategy of "not to blame the blame and self-defeat" and went back to the tent to hide.

No matter how big the movement is outside, as long as you can't come out, you won't come out, in short, stay up until dawn, and everything will be fine.

After making this decision, I immediately went back to the tent.

"How's it going?"

Seeing me come in, Xue Yanni immediately grabbed my arm tightly and asked breathlessly.

"Nothing!" I zipped up the tent with my other hand and pulled out the soul pestle and placed it at my side.

"Auntie, you're inside, I'm outside, no matter what happens, you close your eyes - don't worry, with me tonight, you'll be fine."

The light was dim, I couldn't see Xue Yanni's expression at this time, I only felt that she hugged me with more strength, and put her face on my chest, exhaling to my neck with a warm breath, in addition to the itchy feeling, there was also a strong urge surging in the depths of my heart.

Under the control of this impulsive force, my dead hands seemed to be uncontrollable, and I hugged Xue Yanni's waist tightly, and at this moment I just wanted to integrate her into my body.

Maybe I was pushing too hard, Xue Yanni groaned, and her face tightened, but she didn't say anything.

After another hour or so, strange noises were heard outside again.

"Squeak - Squeak"

It sounded like a fingernail scraping a wooden plank, and it gave me a creep.

I knew that there was only a blood-red coffin outside, and in the coffin lay the corpse of a young woman in red clothes and red shoes.

Where does this sound come from? The answer seems obvious.

The creaking sound rang out for a full minute, then stopped abruptly, replaced by a slight grinding sound.

"Rustling ......"

If you listen carefully, it is like the sound of a person slowly crawling forward against the ground, and the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground.

I broke out in a cold sweat again, uncontrollably making up the picture that matched the sound.

I don't think about it deeply, I just feel creepy, and I am so frightened when I think about it.

Could it be that the woman in the coffin crawled out of the coffin after swindling the corpse? And it's crawling towards us little by little?

The scenes in the horror movie then came to mind - mainly when Wang Manyu's sister almost strangled to death, she was also wearing red clothes.

History doesn't repeat itself, does it? Probably the second time I die, I won't be so lucky.

The grinding sound of "rustling" was getting closer and closer, and I gently shook Xue Yanni in my arms, and she was already asleep.

That's fine, save me trouble!

So I gently reached out from under her waist and slowly moved myself as I tightened my grip on the soul pestle and unzipped the tent with my other hand.

It was pitch black outside, and there was a faint moonlight when I came out just now, but I didn't expect it to be cloudy outside so soon.

I poked my head out, and at first glance I didn't see anything, but there was a pungent smell of blood.

What's the situation?

If you look closely, there seems to be a cloud of fog outside, and you can't even see the blood-red coffin within five meters.

I quickly retracted my body, waved my hands at the same time, and drew two more evil charms, threw them on Xue Yanni's forehead, and then bent down to drill out.

The wind was gusting and the fog was thick.

I looked around and couldn't see anything, and I couldn't help but be horrified.