When they came to the white coffin, the two ghosts sitting on the small bench turned their heads together, but they didn't move.

The ghost who had been following behind him, holding a white paper umbrella, raised his right foot formed by the white mist, but it did not fall for a long time.

The distance of two meters, the distance between two open white paper umbrellas, seems to be an invisible rule, restricting it and hindering it.

If the 'ghost ghost' has consciousness, he will definitely close the white paper ghost umbrella in his hand, or take the initiative to discard the puzzle piece in his hand, solve Jiang Xiaobai, and then take the white paper ghost umbrella and leave here.

But late.

Jiang Xiaobai held a crowbar in his hand, pressed against the tightly closed coffin lid, held a white paper umbrella, and pressed down slightly with one hand.

Crunch~

The white coffin was opened.

The young man on the kang in the morgue opened his eyes suddenly, and the female ghost holding it beside him also opened her eyes suddenly.

The old man of the hanged ghost floating above them turned around, penetrated the black plank, and floated towards Jiang Xiaobai.

The two ghosts who were crying stopped crying, twisted their necks stiffly, held a white paper umbrella, and slowly walked out of the morgue.

The two ghosts who smashed the iron basin no longer fell into the basin, twisted their necks stiffly, held the iron black basin that was broken, held a white paper umbrella, and followed behind the two weeping ghosts.

The moment the white coffin was pried open, the two ghosts sitting on the small bench got up and walked towards Jiang Xiaobai.

The ghost who had been following behind him also took the initiative to step forward and step out, and the sound of clear and heavy footsteps spread.

Inside the white coffin, it was as black as ink, and the darkness seemed to have no end, a dry bone palm stretched out from the coffin, grabbed Jiang Xiaobai, who was caught off guard, and pulled it in!

The white paper umbrella fell to the ground, turning into white mist and pouring into the surroundings of the ghost.

The white coffin slowly closes.

Holding a white paper umbrella, the ghost stopped, motionless.

The old man turned around and floated back to the morgue.

The two ghosts sitting on the small bench return to the small bench.

On the kang of the morgue, the female ghost hugged the young man again, and her eyes slowly closed.

After a while, there was the strange sound of crying and mourning and falling pots again.

Everything is back to the way the white thing is taking place, but what's wrong!

The surrounding buildings begin to illusory, but stop again.

The ghost held a white paper umbrella and stood for about a minute, the white mist around it spread throughout the courtyard, and looking down from the sky, the village under the moon looked like an open umbrella.

Inside the white coffin, darkness was surging like a tide, Jiang Xiaobai's body was sinking, his consciousness was spreading, and at this moment, he could see the original appearance of the entire village clearly.

"It's a white paper umbrella that is stretched out!"

Without waiting for him to continue to look and analyze the current situation, what would happen without a white paper umbrella, a dry bone palm appeared in front of him, shook it violently, gave him a slap, and pulled him back to reality.

In the darkness, the dry bone palm was raised again, and before the slap fell, Jiang Xiaobai dizzily grabbed out a handful of white rice grains, and the dry bone fingers grabbed a handful of white rice grains and disappeared into the darkness.

The faint light of the mobile phone is turned on, and the visibility is less than ten cm, and it is almost impossible to reach out to five fingers.

"Careless!"

Jiang Xiaobai covered his aching cheeks, if he guessed correctly, his right cheek was red at the moment, and there might be five slap prints.

turned over, the mobile phone light shone down, and a few lines of crooked, ghost-like words appeared.

"The demeanor of dying, the scenery of walking, don't worry, I have tampered with the law of killing with the withered hands in the coffin, and I will not kill you, but will only give you the big mouth you love to eat."

"I believe you have experienced this lesson, and you will be cautious in dealing with supernatural events."

"My name is Chen Yuan, codenamed Ghost Umbrella, I belong to the first batch of people who have come into contact with the supernatural and mastered the supernatural, when you see this sentence, it proves that I have revived the ghost and died."

"There are a lot of things that have not been completed in my life, but unfortunately the way to control the ghost is wrong."

"But...... When you enter the coffin I have prepared, you must be careful, the second ghost I controlled, its code name is 'Ghost Ghost', the law of killing is similar to fear, but it is not, I don't know the specifics. ”

"Remember, get into my coffin, take the white paper ghost umbrella, push open the coffin lid, just run, harness it, and find a new way to balance."

"As for you opening the coffin, whether the other ghosts will kill you, you don't have to worry about this at all, the dry bone arm will solve all the irresistible factors for you, wrap you dead in the coffin, the dry bone arm will automatically restart time, go back to before you were alive, and then raise your slap and whip you, the thief who robbed my tomb."

"Haha, I believe you know that I am a good person with a big heart when you see this, okay, don't talk nonsense, take the white paper ghost umbrella, push open the coffin lid, and go to the new world."

Jiang Xiaobai read it line by line, only feeling that his eyes were dark, where are there any white paper ghost umbrellas here, where are there any other ghosts, only a few lines of text exist, and half of the dry bone palm in the dark is half of his own person.

Because he did give himself a big mouth just now.

"The first people to come into contact with the supernatural?"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, the cold wind was howling behind him, don't think about it, it must be that dry bone arm that is back, and he handed over the white rice he was holding in his hand:

"The first people who came into contact with the supernatural died like this? What's left for a reboot? Is the message given above true or false? ”

Relying on these words alone, Jiang Xiaobai found it hard to believe that this was true, and there was no evidence to prove that this was fake, after all, there was no proof of death, and this big guy named Chen Yuan might be the male corpse in the morgue!

The body does not decompose after death.

The harnessed ghost ran out.

Jiang Xiaobai sat up straight, the light of the mobile phone shone towards the surrounding darkness, there was no handwriting on the left and right, he turned over and shone to his feet, and a line of crooked words appeared.

"You're an observant and know I have some left behind."

The corners of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth twitched slightly, what he observed carefully, what he did behind was a lie, and now he didn't dare to go out at all!

I couldn't find any useful clues, so I could only wait to die in the coffin!

The phone's lights shone down, and a new line of crooked text appeared.

"I believe you have been slapped a few times by the dry bone ghost hand when you see this line of text, I really want to see your current expression, it's a pity."

"Remember, the dry bone ghost hand fanned at you, grabbed it, and touched it inside the cuffs of its clothes, there was a white paper ghost umbrella inside, it was a white paper ghost umbrella I built, although there was a revival of the ghost, but it was transformed by me sharply, you control it, don't look for a new ghost to maintain your balance, you can live for three years!"

"I've said everything I need to say, do you want to see my past? Then open the white paper ghost umbrella and take a look at your father and my glorious life, haha. ”

There was no handwriting in the back, Jiang Xiaobai looked twice in the coffin, but there was no handwriting left.

"New white paper ghost umbrella?!"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, he didn't believe the words on the inner wall of the coffin, but in the dark, a white bone withered hand waved towards his face.

Syllable!

Jiang Xiaobai's cheeks bulged high, he grabbed this bony hand, touched it up, a cylindrical thing in his hand, and dragged it back, and the light of the mobile phone shone through, this is a white paper umbrella.

Ignoring the white paper umbrella first, Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly spread out the white rice grains in his hand, for no reason, it hurts too much to slap his face with this dry bone ghost's hand!

Looking at the white paper ghost umbrella in his hand, he couldn't see anything famous, Jiang Xiaobai simply opened the white paper ghost umbrella in accordance with the requirements of the inner wall of the coffin.