The man who came looked like a boatman.

Wearing a robe, carrying a hat, carrying a long black illusory bamboo pole on his back, and holding a white paper umbrella.

A black cloth covered the face, making it difficult to see.

"This is the ghost on the supernatural website before.,A video almost revived the ghost of the ghost handler.,The post happened in the island country.,Someone below analyzed this ghost...... The corpse salvage at sea ....... Jiang Xiaobai thought of Yang Jian's house, the supernatural forum he saw on the Internet.

and the notebook in his hand, there is only one code name, and there is no name of the predecessor.

The description of the predecessors is also only a few words.

For some reason, the corpse digger who came over didn't seem to be here to attend the funeral, but like he was here to make trouble.

The sense of danger quickly climbed to the point where the back was cold and the hairs stood up.

Jiang Xiaobai squinted, the other party didn't do anything, just walked to the main entrance of the ancestral hall and didn't look here.

Qin Lao looked at it coldly, didn't take it to heart, and said, "Where did we talk about just now?" ”

"Seven nails into the beam, lock the soul, bad luck, death, ruined wealth, serious illness, cripplement, violent death. Lock the breath curse, the general death is not clear, hastily buried, the resentment is not dispersed, wandering in the house, so the folklore of seven nails into the beam comes from this, there are three ways to break the law, fix the soul, take the nail ....... Jiang Xiaobai said a folk tale book he had read before.

I can't remember exactly when I watched it, but I have these memories.

And the content in it is very absurd and weird, most of them are either cheating people or harming people.

"Hmm...... Folklore. Qin Lao fell into deep thought, these customs, taboos, and rituals that Jiang Xiaobai said, and he understood the customs and took a little edge.

But it's completely incorrect.

To put it simply, you know every word you say, but you don't know it when you put it together.

"What is this corpse digger going to do?" Jiang Xiaobai frowned and turned to look.

The corpse collector stood in the ancestral compound, with his back to the door, motionless.

The surrounding guests came in and out, looking for empty seats, and those who did not look for a place found a table and sat down, and began to play cards and watch the show.

The corpse salvage slowly opened the white paper umbrella in his hand, and at the moment when it was about to be opened, Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, "The connection with here...... Gone! ”

A white paper umbrella about one meter wide was held open by the corpse salvage, and all the movement, sounds, plays, gongs, and drums disappeared.

Time seems to stand still here!

The surrounding white fog emerged, and the white fog covered the ancestral hall of Yuexia Village and Itsukushima Temple in an instant, and it began to be hazy and illusory.

Looking at this from a distance, the white mist is more than a mile wide in length and width, and the shape is like a white paper umbrella that is stretched out!

"Is that what the umbrella is really capable of?" Jiang Xiaobai looked up at the sky, thoughtful.

Looking up at the sky, there are also Li Jun, Wang Xiaoming, Qin Lao, Ghost Baby, Belly Cheng Zhongyi, She, Xi, Yi, and Ren.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three dull, oppressive sounds came from inside the black coffin.

The white fog in the sky quickly turned black, and a black umbrella instantly enveloped the place.

It was as if a voice was whispering in my ears, as if I was crying something, but when I listened carefully, there was no sound.

Knock, knock, knock.

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

The black fog here disappears quickly.

This place has returned to its previous state, and the control of this place has also returned to Jiang Xiaobai's hands, but there are fewer guests.

"Invite the ghosts of the past in the mural, and make the ghosts disappear into the present, it seems...... I have to re-evaluate Jiang Bai's abilities. Qin Lao thought.

As soon as the white paper umbrella was closed, the corpse collector seemed to be missing some kind of curse, and he was no longer affected by the curse and walked this way, turned around and left.

It's getting a little deserted.

There are still guests, just not much.

"White Umbrella...... Black Umbrella ...... Red umbrella ...... abroad. Jiang Xiaobai thought about it and looked at the corpse collector who came over.

Qin Lao looked at it coldly, a little dignified, took a step forward, blocked in front of Jiang Xiaobai, and slowly spoke, "The curse has been lifted, and there is no need for you to stay here." ”

The corpse salvage stopped, holding the long black illusory bamboo pole in one hand, as if he was about to poke into the past, or before, towards some space.

"It's okay, Old Qin, let it come over." Jiang Xiaobai squinted his eyes, held a white paper umbrella, and pulled Qin Lao away.

It's not that he's bold, but at the door of the ancestral hall, an old man with a broken finger is holding a black paper umbrella.

Behind the old man, a layer of darkness squirmed, and there seemed to be a cry of mourning coming from inside, as if something was about to come out of it!

And the black umbrella was his own white paper umbrella held by the old man and turned into a black umbrella.

At the same time, a vague supernatural power appeared on his body, and this supernatural power was very strange, allowing him to see clearly the specific appearance of the corpse digger, or the corpse digger in the past.

Qin Lao frowned and was silent, glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, and moved out of the way.

The corpse salver, no, the corpse salvage man in the past took a step, two meters away from Jiang Xiaobai, this is the limit of the white paper umbrella, and the ability to isolate.

"If one day, you resurrect people who do not belong to this era, I will personally deal with you, wherever you are hiding."

The past corpse collector said a word, and a raft appeared at its feet, and on the raft, seven black arms were grasping the corpse collector's legs.

"Don't worry, if that day really comes, it's not certain who will live and who will die, you old immortal who uses seven spirits to continue his life, three souls to light the lamp, and survive." Jiang Xiaobai said coldly, and after speaking, he was silent.

On the raft he saw, there were seven shadows on the seven arms, and three oil lamps that only he could see were lit, forming a triangle, surrounding the corpse collectors, like a kind of balance.

In folk customs, people have three souls and seven spirits after death, and their names are ......

This is the thought in his heart, and when he thinks about it, he says it uncontrollably!

"If there is a day, it will be good." After the corpse collector finished speaking, he disappeared.

It was as if it was just a person from the past, who came over, solved some curses on his body, said some words, or warnings, and left.

The black umbrella was closed, the connection between the white umbrella and the black umbrella disappeared, and the old man with a severed finger at the entrance of the ancestral hall also disappeared.

"Black coffin...... White Coffin ...... Black Umbrella ...... White Umbrella ...... Red umbrella ....... Jiang Xiaobai closed the white paper umbrella, frowned, and looked at the black coffin parked there.

The four coffin bearers sat on chairs, turned their heads to see, the corners of their mouths rose strangely, showed a smile, opened their mouths, and made no sound.

"Whew!" The ghost baby roared in the ancestral hall compound, instantly attracting their attention, and turned their heads away, their mouths open and closed.

Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes and looked at this side, just about to open his mouth to ask something, Qin Lao disappeared in place, stretched out his hand to cover Wang Xiaoming's mouth, shook his head, and signaled: Don't speak, you will be unlucky.