Time: 3.36 p.m

Underground: Island Country, R Province, Itsukushimaji.

"In the past seven days, Yang Jian thought that you had hung up, and the ghost had revived and turned into a ghost, so he set up a tombstone for you, located at the gate of Yuexia Village, so Yang Jian transferred all the money on your card."

"Hello? Jiang Bai? Jiang Xiaobai? Hear please reply? Hey, hey? ”

Jiang Xiaobai just received a few deduction text messages on his other mobile phone, and said: "It's not that a ghost is resurrected, it's true that it has become a ghost, and now I'm a poor ghost!" There are only zeros on the card. ”

"Hehehe, it's not funny at all."

Oh.

"What's your voice over there?"

"It's okay, there are a few little kids fighting." Jiang Xiaobai glanced at the three gray children running around chasing the ghost baby, and said.

"Uh...... You're quite relaxed, I have to tell you one thing, tomorrow at noon, the headquarters will send three people over to contact you. ”

"Who are they?"

"I don't know, it didn't say it."

I chatted with the operator 'Xia Xiaoxue' for a while about the general situation here, and hung up the 48% battery mobile phone.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and a few rays of sunlight tore open one by one, and the light shone down.

The white fog here is almost diluted, but this place is still in the ghost domain, controlled by Jiang Xiaobai.

After the guests here finished eating, they walked, stayed, and played, and nothing happened.

Walking into the ancestral hall, Jiang Xiaobai saw at a glance that he was sitting on a chair, and he was holding a few cards, rubbing them apart little by little.

Opposite him, on the left and right, there were three guests, and a group of guests were also around, watching the excitement.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at it for a while and came to a conclusion.

Three guests, they are cheating to win yellow paper money.

In the hallway aisle, tables like this, chairs, quite a few.

In the middle of the courtyard, according to Jiang Xiaobai's idea of folk customs, the round table was put away and a stage was put on.

On the stage, several white skeletons held umbrellas, walking around, no dance, no sound, and their chins were closed.

Offstage, on several benches, sat a group of guests.

Numb, coldly looking at the ghost show on the stage, motionless.

"These guests...... There weren't enough containers to hold them, and there were some ...... without physical bodies, and what else came in three days, was it a human or a ghost? Jiang Xiaobai thought about the problem in his heart, pulled a chair and sat down at random, looked at the ghost show on the stage, and was silent.

"Huh." The ghost baby ran into the ancestral hall screaming.

Behind it, three small gray children followed closely behind, chasing.

The ghost baby ran over, and without waiting for Jiang Xiaobai to reach out and grab it, he threw it outside, there was already a guest, one step faster, stretched out two severed fingers, grabbed them, and threw them into the sky.

The ghost baby has gone to heaven.

The three gray children went to heaven with them.

"You are?" Jiang Xiaobai frowned and asked.

The old man in a black robe withdrew his hand and sat down in his chair, motionless.

There was no result, and Jiang Xiaobai didn't bother to ask.

It's not the first time that the ghost baby has been taught a lesson by these guests.

Watching the play, after thinking about it for a long time, he rubbed his hands in the belly, walked over a little crampedly, and said, "Master, can you give me seven yuan, I won't lose." ”

Seven yuan is seven piles of yellow paper, a pile of yellow paper has a total of 100 sheets, and yellow paper is also known as a penny.

"Lost all the money you've been given?" Jiang Xiaobai looked at the group of guests at that table, 'they' counted the money, ate food, and watched the ghost show.

"No, but I'll win them back next time, I've found the trick to winning them, I won fifteen in a row, I won a lot of money, and even won a pocket watch." Belly Chengzhong said cautiously.

"So, you've become a poor ghost?" Jiang Xiaobai said disdainfully.

"Yes."

"Okay, three dollars, no more, I can't find that door, and I spent a lot of money on it." Jiang Xiaobai took off the black backpack he was carrying, unzipped it, took out three stacks of yellow paper, and closed the zipper.

In fact, he still has a lot of yellow paper, and there are more than 100 stacks of yellow paper in the white coffin, more than 100 bundles of black incense, and the black backpack is also full of these things.

But it's only the first day of the event, and it's not yet over, and I don't know how many guests will come in the next two days.

Therefore, the remaining yellow paper money is spared.

Outside the ancestral hall, the ghost baby began to chase the three gray children around.

As they passed by the four coffin bearers, they immediately shut their mouths and began to walk over, then continued their pursuit.

The four coffin bearers did not move, but their heads turned in one direction, staring at the ancestral hall, as if they were watching a ghost show on the stage, or Jiang Xiaobai, or the old man with a broken finger sitting on the bench next to him.

The black coffin that stopped there, and I don't know when, opened a crack, and no one noticed, no one cared.

Time: 5.21 p.m

The guests who had gone were back.

The courtyard of the ancestral hall was crowded with guests.

The ghost show continued, but several round tables had been set up on either side, and there were also outside, but there were not many guests outside.

Boom!

A bell rang, and the actor bowed and walked off the stage with a white paper umbrella.

The play is over, and the meal time begins immediately.

The guests sitting on the benches also brushed up, stiff, numb, crawling, floating...... Sit at a round table and chair.

As soon as the stage was closed, four round tables were placed, and before the chairs were served, a guest walked over and directly occupied a seat.

Jiang Xiaobai smoked a cigarette and sat at the top of the stairs, looking at the guests who came up one after another, without any expression.

Most of these guests have met once, except for those who are not visible.

They are like people who hold a white event in the countryside and come to mourn the dead!

The time came around 5.30.

A young man whose face could not be seen clearly walked up the stairs and walked step by step.

"It's you." Jiang Xiaobai squinted his eyes.

This young man is the one who asked him to perform a white service on a dried corpse, or not a person!

"Do you want to know about Lingshan?" 'It' still asks the question.

"Not interested." Jiang Xiaobai squinted his eyes and looked at the three people behind the young man, and the three of them also couldn't see their faces and appearances clearly.

But all three men were holding three wreaths in their hands.

"I'll ask you two more times, I hope you're interested in Lingshan." It spoke slowly, walked up to the platform, and walked towards the ancestral hall.

"Four people...... 魙, Xi, Yi, human, just happen to be the names of the four ghosts, so what are they...... Ghost?! Jiang Xiaobai frowned and analyzed, looking at the wreath placed on the side of the stone lion, he was a little speechless.

"How do I feel this scene is so familiar? Yes, that dream, the wreath should be put in the backyard, who am I fighting with? ”

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't remember that in that dream, he quarreled with that person Bai Shi didn't hold it like this, so he fought.

I couldn't think of it, so it didn't prevent him from walking over and picking up a wreath with a signature, crooked, and even a ghost drawing.

Sacrifice: Atom Da, 1874–1973.

Sacrifice: White Army, 1873–1900.

Sacrifice to:?? , 1800–??。

"Wreaths of three people, only two have names, and who is the third? It's the senior on the notebook, codename: The Corpse Digger? ”

"It's all about it...... Three wreaths...... Three names ....... ”

Jiang Xiaobai thought about a mess, walked into the ancestral hall with a wreath, and walked towards the inner courtyard.