The fright was reasonable and unexpected, the corners of Jiang Xiaobai's eyes twitched slightly, and the white paper umbrella in his hand seemed to be suppressed by the white mist of the ghost behind him, and he couldn't let it out.

The young man's eyes on the kang rolled, his right hand slowly raised, broke free from the arm held by the woman next to him, and grabbed Jiang Xiaobai with an expressionless face.

While Jiang Xiaobai secretly said that it was not good, he held the white paper umbrella tightly with one hand, and the other hand holding the white bowl quickly turned around and handed it over.

The young man reached into the bowl, grabbed a handful of white rice grains, slowly withdrew his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes, put his hand down, and clenched it into a fist, revealing a hole, as if he had been holding something cylindrical before, but it was taken away, and he could only stiffly keep his fist.

"It's good that the female ghost holding you didn't move, otherwise the rice in the bowl wouldn't be enough for you to eat."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the white rice grains left in the bowl for about half a bowl, and he turned his head slowly, as if he could penetrate the black wooden board in front of him and see the nine large round tables outside.

It was as if something had stepped on his shoulder, the sound of chewing behind him disappeared, and the white fog around him dissipated, and the light of paper lanterns lit up the room again.

Jiang Xiaobai squinted slightly and looked over his shoulder, it was a pair of feet floating on his shoulder, his gaze moved up, he saw black trousers, and then he saw a black plaid shirt, and an expressionless old man's face.

The old man seems to not exist, he is stuck in the middle of the white paper umbrella, but he can see it, and the umbrella in his hand seems to not exist either, but he holds it and can see it!

"This is supposed to be the Hanged Man!"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, and handed the white porcelain bowl in his hand behind him again, the bowl sank, and the light sounded a slight chewing sound.

The white porcelain bowl sank again, and the old man on his shoulder chewed the white rice, slowly drifted away from the umbrella surface, and disappeared from view.

Jiang Xiaobai retracted his hand, looking at the white rice grains in the white porcelain bowl, the white paper umbrella in his hand floated out a wisp of white mist, and the white mist drifted towards the nine round tables outside, and he also disappeared in place.

Sitting on the chair, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the time on his phone, and the time showed: 9:21 p.m.

After sitting for ten minutes, the time came to 9:31, and the footsteps behind him stopped, stopped two meters away, and there was no sound.

Ten minutes passed, and there were no white porcelain bowls on the nine large round tables, and there were no white rice grains to replenish.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, held a white paper umbrella, and began to analyze:

"First: there are at least four ghosts in the mourning hall, and the white coffin behind it does not count."

"Second: The ghost who has been following is limited by the white paper umbrella, as long as the umbrella is not closed, the other party will not move, maybe retreat, and the other party will also do it if he is afraid."

"Third: There are only ghosts who eat, and there are no ghosts who cry and mourn, so the ancient wakes, breaking filial piety, throwing pots, road sacrifices, burials, etc., are not right, or have not started yet."

"Fourth: there's a hanged ghost in the morgue, what he's doing here, it's not clear."

"Fifth: The young man on the kang deliberately showed a cylindrical hole in his hand, as if he was holding something before, is it a white paper umbrella in his hand?"

"Sixth: Why do the young men and women on the kang hold it? Could it be that like the ghost behind him, the female ghost is restricting the male ghost and preventing him from moving? ”

"Seventh: Do you want to pry the coffin to see?"

"Eighth: The ability of the white paper umbrella is similar to teleportation, but the side effect is that the body turns into a corpse, injuring one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred."

"Ninth: Can the ability of the white paper umbrella get out of here!"

After the analysis, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and got up, he was not curious about what happened in the mourning hall, now the main thing is to try the ability of the white paper umbrella, whether he can leave here.

Holding a white paper umbrella, ignoring the corpses planted on the ground, he took the white porcelain bowl, walked up the steps, walked out of the gate, walked down the stairs, and came to the center of the stone lion.

Wisps of white mist floated out of the white paper umbrella in his hand, surging in all directions, but soon, the white mist seemed to have encountered an iron wall and could no longer spread.

With the help of the glimmer of the paper lantern on the door, Jiang Xiaobai saw that his white mist was blocked by another layer of white mist, which should be the white mist of the ghost behind him!

"You can't leave here with a blank paper umbrella."

Jiang Xiaobai was slightly disappointed, the white mist returned to the white paper umbrella one after another, and he was about to turn around and walk into the mourning hall, intending to pry the coffin to see if it was empty inside, when several footsteps came from afar.

Da, da.

Jiang Xiaobai looked for a sound, and in the white mist, two wisps of light slowly approached, and when he walked out of the white mist, a group of eight people came with a strange expression of crying and laughing.

Eight people, or eight ghosts, each holding a paper lantern, a low bench, a black futon, and a black iron basin in one hand. In the other hand, he held a white paper umbrella.

"Wear linen and wear filial piety, cry and mourn, and keep the spirit. Break the iron basin?! ”

Jiang Xiaobai gave up his position and looked at the black iron basin in the hands of the last two ghosts, a little dazed, but a little understood.

In the funeral ceremony, the pot is also known as the old pot, the pot must be completed at one time, and the more broken the better.

But can the iron basin be broken once it falls?

But if it's a ghost falling, then it makes sense.

The eight ghosts ignored Jiang Xiaobai, who was standing on the side holding a white paper umbrella, and walked up the steps, the two ghosts carrying the lantern stopped, guarded the gate, and the six ghosts stepped into the gate.

"The ancient funeral rites are barely right, they should be keeping vigil here, but I pry the coffin in front of them, ......."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the white paper umbrella in his hand, and then looked at the white rice grains in the white porcelain bowl in his hand, and he walked up the steps and stepped into the threshold.

"With an umbrella, we are all our own people."

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Jiang Xiaobai saw two ghosts sitting at the door of the morgue, they were sitting on a small bench, holding an umbrella, their heads down, and they were motionless.

Bang! Bang!

The iron basin fell to the ground, and the sharp and piercing sound was heard, and then the sound of the iron basin falling again came from the morgue.

Woo. Woo.

Two whispers, like crying and laughing, floated from the morgue in fits and starts.

Jiang Xiaobai listened for a while, looked around, he was looking for something like a crowbar, not to knock on the sound made by the four ghosts, but to pry the coffin!

After looking for half a circle, the mourning hall felt a rough idea, and he found a few thin and long iron rods.

All the white rice in the white porcelain bowl in his hand was poured into his pocket, the white porcelain bowl was put into his clothes, and a big bag was puffed up, he held a white paper umbrella and walked straight to the white coffin with a crowbar.

The function of the coffin is generally to prevent the harmful gases produced after the body decomposes.

And in this haunted place, there is a white coffin parked, and it is still handling white things, smashing pots, crying and mourning, wakes, wearing linen and wearing filial piety, all ghosts are doing, ghosts are watching, he is also watching, and the phenomenon here is very much caused by this coffin!