Approaching this projector, it is as if there are invisible eyes around them, peeking into the hearts of the three people.

The young man was a little impatient, his face was a little gloomy, he walked over, put his hand on the rocker, and shook it slowly.

After about twenty-three seconds, the old projector emitted a white light that shone on the white wall opposite.

The picture is a little shaky and blurry, and the details are not clear.

Ten seconds passed, and the picture froze.

A white paper umbrella was the first to meet the eyes of the three people, the top of the white paper umbrella, as if there was still a piece of white cloth hanging, the white cloth was divided into two ends, vertically down, to the waist of the umbrella holder, about seventy cm, the white cloth fluttered gently.

The man holding the white paper umbrella walked away, revealing the corpse of the young man on the ground, and the dead pupils.

The projector screen disappeared, and the corners of the young man's mouth rose slightly, and he saw the picture of his own death, not in this large-scale supernatural event, but in other supernatural events, or at the hands of the ghost handler.

It's just that the person holding the white paper umbrella makes it a little vigilant, hoping that it won't meet it, but the projector has tested it, and the death accuracy rate is as high as 99%.

The remaining 1% died early on the road, or died on the spot in the event of an emergency.

"I'll look at mine." Tian Qing was eager to try, hoping that he would not die in this large-scale supernatural event, but in other places.

In this way, you can also be chic for a long time.

Deputy Minister Incheon looked at the two indifferently and said nothing.

Tian Qing put his hand on the projector rocker and shook it slowly.

Also about twenty-three seconds, the old projector shot a white light on the white wall opposite.

The picture is a little shaky and blurry, and the details are not clear.

Ten seconds passed, and the picture froze.

A white paper umbrella was the first to meet the eyes of the three people, the top of the white paper umbrella, as if there was still a piece of white cloth hanging, the white cloth was divided into two ends, vertically down, to the waist of the umbrella holder, about seventy cm, the white cloth fluttered gently.

The picture is still exactly the same as before, with no changes.

The umbrella man walked away, revealing Tian Qing's dead pupils on the ground.

"It seems that we survived this large-scale paranormal event." Tian Qingdao.

"Yes, I just don't know if this umbrella holder is a supernatural event or a ghost handler." The young man nodded, looked at Deputy Minister Incheon, and continued, "Captain Incheon, aren't you going to try?" ”

Deputy Minister Incheon glared, spat on the ground, stepped forward, put his hand on the rocker, and slowly shook it.

He was also a little curious about what his death picture was.

After all, everyone has a fluke mentality, not to mention that in the face of a large-scale supernatural event, no one knows what will happen.

After about ten seconds of shaking, the old projector emitted a white light that shone on the white wall opposite.

The picture is a little shaky, and it slowly freezes.

In the picture, I saw Vice Minister Incheon lying on the ground, his pupils dilated, bleeding from his seven orifices, and a pair of feet wearing leather shoes standing next to the corpse.

"Looks like we're all alive." Tian Qingdao.

"Heh, it's not like you're going to die in the end." The young man snorted coldly and pursed his lips.

"Okay, now that I've seen all the death scenes, let's go." Vice Minister Incheon had a cold face, so that people could not see the doubts on his face, suspicious, thoughtful, and walked towards the door.

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Time in the afternoon: 15.39

Jiang Xiaobai and the ghost baby stepped on another 100-meter corpse mountain, which was the same as the first corpse mountain, with a platform of about 20 square meters, a thatched house, and a tree with no name.

The White Mist Ghost Domain directly invaded here, and the ghost baby ran directly towards the thatched house, with his mouth open.

Jiang Xiaobai threw away the second-hand smoke, exhaled a breath of white air, and followed behind him without hurry.

When the ghost baby went in, he hugged a futon on the ground and gnawed it, and after eating a few bites, he picked up another futon on the ground and gnawed on it.

Jiang Xiaobai walked into the thatched house and looked around, this is still exactly the same as the previous thatched house, and the layout inside is basically the same, except that there are two more plaques next to the stone statue.

Plaque on the left: There is no door to hell, good and evil are a thought.

Plaque on the right: Futu Ling Temple, think twice.

There are no cross-batches.

"Buddhism in hell, or hell in Buddhism? …… Hmm" Jiang Xiaobai muttered, he could roughly guess the meaning of the text on it, but he didn't understand the source.

Before he crossed over, his work involved feudal superstition, ghosts and gods, similar to funerals, funerals, white affairs, red affairs, sacrifices, etc......

He also knows about the folk customs, but he has crossed over, and this strange revival of the world is a little √ with the customs he knows, but it is not completely √.

Ghosts have existed since ancient times, but before he crossed over, there were no ghosts in the world, they were all made up and scary.

After crossing over, there are really ghosts in this world!

And as soon as he crossed, he met a ghost slave and a few ghosts.

The small wooden door of the thatched hut was closed, and the ghost baby finished eating the three futons on the ground, walked over, raised a little meat, and slammed the door with his hands.

Jiang Xiaobai also took out a pistol and aimed it inside, preparing to shoot the moment the door opened, alerting to accidents.

Bang!

The door smashed open, and there was a bed of white bones inside, and on the bed of bones lay a white bone skeleton, under the skull pressed a 'penny' yellow paper, holding three black incense sticks in his hand.

The black incense is three long and two short, and the incense head and incense ash have not fallen.

The ghost baby pounced directly, swallowed the skull in one gulp, picked up the 'penny' yellow paper, and was about to stuff it into his mouth, when Jiang Xiaobai's voice came:

"Don't eat incense and yellow paper, anything else is free."

The order was given, and the ghost baby did so.

Putting down the gun, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the small incense burner on the table, there was a little black incense ash in it, which was exactly the same as the previous thatched house, it was completely carved out of a mold, but there were two more plaques here.

Moving his gaze upward, looking at the stone statues that are not like the four, Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, and an inexplicable thought popped up in his mind, as if it was his idea, and said:

"Light three black incense sticks, put them in the incense burner, worship this stone statue, and light the 'penny' yellow paper, will something happen?"

Except for the three futons on the ground that were eaten by the ghost baby, he basically had everything in his suitcase for sacrifice, so he just had to try it according to his own ideas.

"What will happen?!"

The ghost baby was beside him, and the white mist also covered here, Jiang Xiaobai pondered slightly, opened the suitcase, and took out the gold body bag.

He was going to try it out and see what would happen to the stone statues here.

The ghost baby came over with black incense and yellow paper.

Jiang Xiaobai said: "Stand at the door, light the 'penny' yellow paper at the door, walk in, light the black incense, insert it into the incense burner, and then wait here for a while, nothing happens, kneel down and try again." ”

After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, he saw the ghost baby with his mouth open, staring directly at himself, he raised his hand, and the ghost baby immediately shut up.

Jiang Xiaobai walked over with a gold body bag, threw the lighter to the ghost baby, frowned slightly, and said: "In addition to worshipping and burning to the ancestors, the use of 'penny' yellow paper is to sprinkle paper money and go on the road." ”