People cry and mourn, he has seen it, there are real tears, there are fake tears, and there are wonderful things that are happy to squeeze out two tears and wipe them on their faces.

But the devil wept and mourned...... He hadn't seen it.

Although it is only a guess, the ghost eating table in front of you, the coffin placed diagonally opposite, and the white paper umbrella held are all √ to the funerals of ancient times.

Mobile phone time display: 9 o'clock in the evening.

After another group of ghosts finished eating, they all got up and left with white paper umbrellas, and the new group of ghosts in the courtyard sat on chairs with expressionless faces.

Jiang Xiaobai looked around, there were still seventy or eighty ghosts holding umbrellas, and after eating this table, the next table could just sit down.

The ground in front of them is empty, there are no ghosts blocking the way, and no ghosts twisting their necks It seems that Jiang Xiaobai at this moment is their kind, they are all ghosts!

Jiang Xiaobai stood in place, frowning slightly, at this moment, there was a ball of white wrapped around his cheeks and neck, and the white mist was out of his control, but it didn't float towards the ghost who had been following behind him!

Fifteen minutes passed.

After eating this table, the ghosts left with umbrellas, and the remaining ghosts in the courtyard sat on chairs, but a few seats were empty.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai's whole body was covered in white mist, and he could vaguely see the silhouette of a person in the white mist, holding an umbrella in his hand, and walking towards an empty seat.

Behind him, another cloud of white mist followed closely, and the facial features composed of the white mist were expressionless, holding a white paper umbrella in his hand.

Sitting on the chair, Jiang Xiaobai didn't look back at the ghost behind him, a cloud of white mist spread out from his body, and the entire round table was shrouded in white mist in an instant.

In the white mist, a white paper umbrella was inexplicably closed, and the nine ghosts holding the umbrella brushed up, and after walking two steps, they fell to the ground.

The white mist retracted around Jiang Xiaobai, and all poured into the white paper umbrella, he watched the white paper umbrella in the hand of the corpse on the ground turn into a cloud of white mist, pouring into the white paper umbrella in his hand, and analyzed and groaned:

"These people or ghosts have no thinking, they will only do things according to the funeral, crying, and funeral rites of ancient times, and only the white paper umbrella is the key, as if there is a ghost who specifically needs to do this!?"

"A ghost?"

Jiang Xiaobai turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked behind him, there was a white mist behind him, and he could only see the silhouette of a figure holding an umbrella.

"Is that you? Or the coffin? ”

On the round table, a large white porcelain bowl appeared strangely, with a small half bowl of white rice grains placed inside.

"You can only see when you sit down."

Jiang Xiaobai stretched out his hand to take the white bowl, nine ghosts were lying on the ground, and no ghost objected to him taking the food alone.

I took out a grain of rice and put it in front of my eyes, pinched it slightly, and inserted the white rice into my finger, but it did not burst, no pain came, and no blood flowed out.

"Raw rice, or ghost rice, but how to use it?"

Buckling the white rice on his fingers, Jiang Xiaobai hesitated, handed the bowl behind him, and held the white paper umbrella tightly in his hand to see how the ghost who had been following had any reaction.

A hand made of white mist reached into the bowl, grabbed a large handful of white rice and slowly retracted it into his hand, and a slight chewing sound came.

Jiang Xiaobai got up, looked at the bottom of the white rice in the bowl, looked puzzled, and walked a few steps to the side, but there was no footsteps behind him!

The ghost didn't follow.

"Eating is more important than following me?!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked thoughtfully at the ghosts sitting on the remaining eight large round tables, wisps of white mist floated out of the white paper umbrella in his hand, wrapping him in an instant, and the white mist poured into the group of ghosts who were eating white rice at the eight large round tables.

Control the white mist to turn off their umbrellas, and two seconds later, the corpse fell to the ground, and the white paper umbrella in the corpse's hand turned into a large cloud of white mist and entered the white paper umbrella in Jiang Xiaobai's hand.

He walked over, sat down on a chair, reached for the large white porcelain bowl on the table, and poured all the white rice into the white bowl in his hand.

After a while, the large white porcelain bowl in his hand was filled with white rice grains, and it was full, and the sound of footsteps came from behind him, Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, and the bowl was handed behind him.

The arm sank and lightened, and the bowl was full of white rice grains, and a slight chewing sound came again.

"This ghost behind him can be delayed temporarily with white rice, but how can he get out of here?"

Jiang Xiaobai got up slowly, looked at the coffin on the platform in front of him, a white coffin, and approached step by step with a white paper umbrella.

The coffin is tightly sealed, about two meters long and about 50cm high, and there are some incomprehensible ghost paintings on the surface.

Walking on the platform and coming to the coffin, Jiang Xiaobai put down the white porcelain bowl, raised his hand and knocked on the white coffin, and several muffled sounds came.

The inside of the coffin may or may not be empty.

Looking around, there was nothing like a crowbar, so he dismissed the idea of opening the coffin and looking inside.

Picking up the white porcelain bowl, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the intersection on both sides of the black plank, if he guessed correctly, there was a morgue inside, and there were ghosts crying and mourning!

This time he was not in a dilemma, the white paper umbrella in his hand floated into a wisp of white mist, and floated inside, and his whole person disappeared in an instant, appearing in the room inside!

This is the white mist he spit out just now, it has sense, but it can't be controlled, but it didn't float behind him, but lingered beside him, and the white paper umbrella in his hand slowly absorbed the white mist he spit out.

Later, he can control the white fog floating out of the umbrella, and he can also operate the white fog, as if the white fog is there, and he can get to the place where the white fog is with a single idea.

It's just that the body is getting colder and stiffer, just like a corpse, and it takes a lot of strength to move!

Coming to the room with the bowl, the white mist gradually returned to the white paper umbrella, and with the help of a row of paper lanterns on the ground, Jiang Xiaobai's pupils shrank slightly.

"Two corpses!"

In front of him, on a kang-like platform, a short-haired young man lay down, his eyes closed, motionless, his right hand clenched, with a hole in the middle, as if he was holding something, but there was nothing in his hand.

Beside the short-haired young man, there was a woman in her twenties and thirties, or rather the woman was holding the young man, her eyes closed, holding on to her death, with a strange smile on the corner of her mouth, motionless.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced around, but did not see the crying ghost, and looked at the two corpses on the platform with a slight frown.

The sound of footsteps behind him came again, and the young man on the kang opened his eyes violently, his dark eyes turned a few times, and he turned his head to look!

"it!"

Jiang Xiaobai took a step back, and the ghost behind him did not retreat, but took the initiative to take a step forward, and the distance between the two umbrellas was only one meter left!

Wisps of white mist spread, enveloping the entire room in an instant, and Jiang Xiaobai handed the bowl behind him with an ugly face.

This white mist is not his, but the ghost behind him!

As soon as the bowl sank, a white mist palm grabbed a handful of rice and withdrew it, and took the initiative to take a step back, and a slight chewing sound came.

Jiang Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take back the bowl, when the bowl suddenly sank, one hand reached into the white bowl, grabbed a handful of white rice and withdrew it, and a slight chewing sound came.

Two slight chewing sounds echoed.

"Two ghosts!"