The coffin is about 2 meters long and about 50cm high, and the space inside is pitch black, as if there is no thickness, height, or length, and a white paper umbrella is slowly stretched out in the coffin.

“……？ Induce? Nonsense? Not credible?! ”

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, and hurriedly closed the white paper umbrella in his hand.

After reading the words on the inner wall just now, he seemed to be eager to open the white paper umbrella, and the dry bone arm in the darkness was also urging him.

There is a problem with the word!

There is a problem with the ghost!

There are problems with the umbrella too!

"You can't do what ...... said above"

Jiang Xiaobai lay down with his head facing south and his feet facing north, reached out and grabbed it in his pocket, there was still a little white rice grain, and he kept holding the closed white paper umbrella in his hand.

In the dark, the dry bone arm fanned again, and when it stopped stretching out its fingers to grab the white rice, Jiang Xiaobai grabbed the dry bone arm and reached out to grab the other party's cuff.

Another new white paper umbrella fell into my hand.

After grabbing it again, the third white paper umbrella fell into his hand.

"Sure enough, there is a problem!"

Jiang Xiaobai was glad that he didn't completely open the white paper umbrella at first, and in the haunted place, he entered the haunted coffin, the ghost hand that appeared in the dark, and the handwriting and ghost words preserved on the inner wall.

That's a trap.

A trap for those who enter the coffin!

Two umbrellas were scattered beside him, the white rice grains in his hands were disappearing rapidly, and the dry bones and ghost hands floated in front of him, holding a grain of rice and stuffing it behind him.

With the help of the light of the mobile phone, Jiang Xiaobai saw an old man with yellow teeth, eating white rice grains with a cruel smile.

"You...... You... Hello. ”

In the swarthy coffin, a person and a ghost looked at each other like this.

Jiang Xiaobai swallowed his saliva, hurriedly turned off his mobile phone, and fell into darkness in front of him.

The old man, or ghost, lying in a coffin, finished eating the white rice grains in his hand, bent down and walked into the darkness.

"Are you gone?"

There was no slap coming, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand to support the coffin lid, he couldn't stay in the coffin anymore, even if the ghosts and ghosts outside were guarding him, he couldn't stay in it anymore!

One person and one ghost share a coffin! After a long time, ghosts are still ghosts, and people are probably about to become ghosts!

Pushing it up hard, the white coffin creaked open, and at the same time, a withered hand slapped towards Jiang Xiaobai's cheek.

Syllable!

The lid of the coffin was closed, and no sound was heard.

Jiang Xiaobai's body seemed to have fallen into the sea, sinking, sinking, sinking, and his consciousness dizzily spread to the entire village, and then returned quickly.

"I'm grass!"

Jiang Xiaobai exhaled deeply, his dazed eyes quickly disappeared, and his anger quickly surged.

Underneath him was damp, wet, soft, like water.

"Broken bridge?"

The darkness disappeared in front of him, the surrounding scene changed rapidly, and a somewhat quaint and even dilapidated broken bridge appeared in front of him.

Jiang Xiaobai's body couldn't move, he could only feel that his body was floating on the surface of the water, floating, passing through the hole and coming to the other side.

On the broken bridge, a man in a long shirt holds a white paper umbrella in his hand. Beside him, a female ghost clung to his entire body. On the umbrella, an old man stepped on the shoulder of a young man, his body piercing through the white paper umbrella, as if it existed, but it did not exist.

The man in the long shirt looked down, looked at Jiang Xiaobai who was floating on the water, shook his head, and sighed again:

"It seems that the plan to resurrect to the future has failed."

The sound faded away, Jiang Xiaobai's whole body fell into the lake, and the moment his eyes closed, he saw a black wooden stick piercing through the water and poking directly at him.

On the water, there seemed to be a raft, and on top of the raft stood an old man, but he couldn't see clearly.

Syllable!

Jiang Xiaobai was woken up by the slap, his face was hot and painful, needless to say, it must have been the ghost in the coffin.

"Your uncle! It hurts to death! ”

Jiang Xiaobai scolded and touched the bag, grabbed the last bit of white rice, and handed it to the yellow-toothed old man in front of him very unhappily, or a ghost.

The old man with yellow teeth reached out and grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth one by one, and turned around and walked into the darkness.

The three white paper umbrellas beside him also disappeared strangely, Jiang Xiaobai no longer hesitated, supported the coffin with both hands, and pushed it up.

The white coffin was opened.

Jiang Xiaobai rummaged through his pockets, three white rice grains in his hand, he grabbed the mouth of the coffin, turned over, held the white rice grains and handed them to the white mist floating behind him, and ran towards the ghost sitting on the small stool not far away.

As soon as his hand sank, he was light, and a grain of white rice was taken away by the ghost, Jiang Xiaobai had already come to the ghost's side at this moment, only to see him brutally snatch the white paper umbrella in the other party's hand, raise his leg and kick it!

"Borrow an umbrella."

The ghost fell to the ground and didn't move, and the ghost behind him took the second white rice grain and the third white rice grain in his hand, stood two meters away with a white paper umbrella, and continued to follow.

"It's safe, it's safe, it's almost over."

Holding a white paper umbrella, Jiang Xiaobai's heart was a lot more relieved, although his body was stiff and stiff, he was still alive and had hope of going out.

"I entered the water just now, my eyes fell into darkness, I was woken up by a handful, and the three umbrellas next to me disappeared when I woke up. The old man with yellow teeth just saved me? ”

Holding a white paper umbrella, reaching into his clothes, taking out a fragment of a white porcelain bowl and throwing it on the ground, Jiang Xiaobai slowly turned his head and looked at another ghost sitting on a small bench, or the white paper umbrella in his hand.

After a while, Jiang Xiaobai sat on a small bench, with a corpse lying beside him, the crying of the morgue and the sound of falling basins were gone, only two ghosts at the door, holding white paper umbrellas and carrying paper lanterns, standing alone.

"The resurrection to the future in the mouth of the young man on the bridge, there is really something wrong with the umbrella inside the white coffin! It's just that he looks like he is holding a ghost next to him, stepping on a ghost on his shoulder, holding a white paper umbrella, is he doing this to maintain the balance of the ghost's recovery? ”

"Which more pole is poking down!?"

"I can't figure it out, I can't understand it."

Turn on the phone, and the phone displays: 10 o'clock in the evening.

The phone battery remained at 48%, and there was still no signal.

"The white coffin has been seen, it is a trap, but it is not a trap, and the young man in the morgue has not seen it."

"It's supposed to be a white paper ghost umbrella in its hand, but ...... I have one in my hand, a ghost behind me, a ghost here, and a white paper ghost umbrella in the coffin! ”

"Walk into the white fog to find an exit, or hold a white paper umbrella here and continue to wait for the white thing to be done?"

The messy information poured into his mind, and Jiang Xiaobai analyzed them one by one, and there were some eyebrows, but he couldn't say how weird he was.

This village used to be like a white event, which can also be called a funeral, and then someone opened the white coffin and released the ghosts inside!

Then everyone in the village turned into ghosts with white paper umbrellas and continued to hold white ceremonies.