"This notebook is recording here, the ...... of the Difu Lingshan."

Jiang Xiaobai flipped back, blank, and at the end, there was no text, he turned the fifth page.

On the fifth page, there are the names of four people, and an old man holding a black umbrella and a black coffin that broke into the underworld!

Chen Yuan, Liu Qing, Xuemei, Wu Ming.

Chen Yuan...... If you deduce from the time on the note, he existed seventy-two years ago, or a ghost rider more than a hundred years ago! ”

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, he had seen Chen Yuan's body in the morgue of Yuexia Village, he was very young, about thirty years old, he was a young man.

The notes in my hand give a rough idea of where it came from.

Bring in a group of ghost handlers, build the Difu Lingshan plan, raise four ghosts, She, Xi, Yi, and people, and solve supernatural incidents.

Then a stone appeared, codename: Ghost Sand, and he first gave up the plan to raise four ghosts and began to feed Ghost Sha exclusively.

The white army in the back, codename: stonemason, suffered a curse, and the whole family died violently.

The soul of the Bai Jun family was recruited, and if they couldn't find the results of the investigation, they would not be able to do it later.

She, Xi, Yi, and Ren, these four ghosts also began to raise.

Then, there was a problem with the memory of this group of people, and it was suspected that there were ghosts mixed up with this group of people.

Twenty-seven years later, an old man holding a black umbrella and carrying a black coffin entered the Lingshan Mountain of the underworld and came to find someone.

Seeing people kill people, seeing ghosts and fighting ghosts, it's very awesome, almost almost destroying the Lingshan of the underworld, and finally being solved by a senior without a name, codename: Corpse Fisher.

Here the balance is restored.

Seventy-two years later, the person who wrote this note knew that his end was approaching, so he imprisoned the four ghosts, Xi, Yi, and Ren.

The stone, codenamed Ghost Sha, was not revealed, and it was suspected that there was a problem with the memory, and in seventy-two years, it was not resolved.

Writing down the situation here, it is similar to the underworld, and at the end I leave a sentence of who I am, and it is gone.

Eighty percent are dead.

Closing the note, Jiang Xiaobai got up and looked around the ancestral hall, I have to say that there are two workers, and one person and one ghost are very efficient.

The white cloth has been torn up, the mourning hall is decent, and there are only three days to pass, and the fifteen ceremonies have been held one by one, and the funeral of the thing just now is completed.

Just thinking about the fifteen rituals in the white matter, Jiang Xiaobai turned his head to look at the difference.

"Black coffin, coffin bearer."

To the lower left of him, about forty steps down, four people wearing gray hair cloths, red cloth scarves around their necks, carrying a black coffin, walked up step by step.

It's not fast, it's even a little slow.

"In my ghost domain, a ghost has come up!"

Jiang Xiaobai squinted his eyes, a white paper umbrella appeared in his hand, and the white bone corpses walking around, holding the white paper umbrella, seemed to have received an order, and walked down.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three dull, muffled voices came from inside the black coffin.

The white bones and corpses that walked down, and the white paper umbrellas they were holding, gradually rendered black.

A black paper umbrella!

Jiang Xiaobai also lost contact with the white bone corpse that turned into a black umbrella.

"It's the old man."

Jiang Xiaobai thought of the old man in the note, who was about to destroy the ghost rider here alone.

Strangely, the white paper umbrella turned into a black paper umbrella, and the white skeleton stood at the top of the staircase, motionless.

The four coffin bearers, carrying the coffin, stopped and did not move.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three more dull, muffled voices came from inside the black coffin.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned and said tentatively, "Are you still alive?" ”

The ghost baby snorted, holding a white paper umbrella, two meters away from Jiang Xiaobai, and ran down with his little short legs.

In the pupils of the ghost baby, a young man flashed.

"Whoa." The ghost baby screamed at the black coffin.

The white paper umbrella it was holding gradually turned into a black paper umbrella as it got closer.

"Whew." The ghost baby seems to be communicating with the black coffin.

The four coffin-bearers moved their eyes downward, staring at the little one, the corners of their mouths raised, revealing a strange smile, their mouths opened and closed, as if they were talking, but no sound came.

"In folk customs, the coffin bearer carries the resentful deceased, wandering in the village at night, the coffin bearer will find the living, chat with it, transfer the grievances of the deceased in the coffin to the caller, and if the coffin bearer is answered, he will be unlucky, the light will be crippled, and the worst will be the same day of death."

"During the Republic of China, the coffin bearer appeared for a few years, and the industry disappeared, because it was taboo and effective, so once this kind of thing happened in the village, it was all invited to Mr. and the monk was excessive."

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, he knew everything about the industry of carrying coffins, but the ghost baby was a ghost, and the ghost couldn't die......

"Whew!" The ghost baby let out a roar and turned and ran.

The four coffin bearers no longer stared at the ghost baby, but looked ahead, carrying the black coffin, motionless.

The ghost baby came running, twenty miles away from Jiang Xiaobai, his feet slipped, his legs kicked, his face down, he fell directly to the ground, and ate a mouthful of mud.

The umbrella in the ghost baby's hand also turned white.

At the foot of the steps, the group of white skeletons holding black umbrellas, as if controlled by the black coffin, turned around and walked up the stairs step by step.

The black paper umbrella in their hands has also been restored to a white paper umbrella, and Jiang Xiaobai's vague connection with them has come again, and it can be controlled!

Jiang Xiaobai held a white paper umbrella and squinted his eyes.

A row of white skeletons holding white paper umbrellas stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the four coffin bearers below, motionless.

"Huh." The ghost baby let out a low roar, spat out the mud from its mouth, and crawled up.

After walking another two steps, his head tilted back, his body fell, and he fell to the ground again.

"Whoa." The ghost baby yelled at Jiang Xiaobai, lying on the ground, looking at Jiang Xiaobai with blank eyes.

"Well deserved." Jiang Xiaobai scolded secretly in his heart, did not speak, walked over, lifted the ghost baby and threw it towards the ancestral hall, and looked at the four coffin bearers below.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three more dull, muffled voices came from inside the black coffin.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned, thought for a while, turned around and entered the ancestral hall of Yuexia Village, and at the same time, a row of umbrella holders standing at the top of the stairs walked away.

Soon, five umbrella bearers came with four long wooden benches and a wooden table.

They put the benches on the platform, two of them vertically, and the other two benches that were a little further away and placed them diagonally.

Between the two long wooden benches is a wooden table with four pennies on it, yellow paper ash.

After all this, under the stairs, the four coffin bearers moved.

They carried the black coffin and walked up, and the umbrella holders around them left, making way for them.

The four coffin bearers walked over, the black coffins were placed on two wooden benches placed vertically, they removed the wood from their shoulders, numb, and stiffly walked over, sat on the two wooden benches placed diagonally, reached out and took a piece of transparent yellow paper from the paper ash in front of them, and remained motionless.

"This is a guest, but this guest is a ghost ......." Jiang Xiaobai stood at the door and looked at it coldly.

"Master...... Save me. Belly Chengzhong walked one step and fell two steps, shouting in the compound.

"Huh." The ghost baby was also shouting.

Jiang Xiaobai was silent, not that he didn't speak, but that he didn't dare, because the taboo of carrying the coffin, or bad luck, would be contagious......