The clock is set back to five minutes ago.

The suburbs of Dachang City, Huanggang Village.

Huanggang Village is not large, with only a dozen households before and after.

There are vegetable fields and farmland on the roadside at the entrance of the village.

The crop is growing well, and it looks like it should be taken care of regularly.

There is a small river running through the village.

There is a flock of ducks lying on the surface of the water to warm up in the river, and a dozen hens are hanging out in flocks on the riverbank.

Stand at the entrance of the village and look inside.

The house was freshly refurbished and did not show a hint of a dilapidated depression.

It's midday lunchtime.

The village is full of smoke, chickens and dogs barking, and it is very lively.

It's a normal village.

No matter how you look at it, you don't see the slightest sign of being haunted.

At this time, a tall black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air under the archway at the entrance of the village.

The black shadow is at least 1.9 meters tall, with a ghost eye on his forehead and eyebrows, and his scarlet eyes are turning restlessly, looking very weird.

Beneath the ghost's eyes is a mouthful of snow-white ghost teeth.

There were no lips on the outside of the ghost teeth, and the two rows of snowy big teeth were grinning and closed, looking terrifying and funny.

Scarlet blood dripped from the corners of Devilfang's mouth, and blood dripped down and landed on the shroud worn by the black shadow.

The chest of the shroud has a constantly wriggling word "Shou".

The blood at the corner of the ghost tooth's mouth fell on the shroud, and it was directly swallowed by the weird word "Shou".

Every time you swallow a drop of blood, the bloody smell of the word "longevity" is stronger.

In the end, the word "Shou" seems to come to life, and it seems to be trying to eat people!

In contrast, what the Black Shadow was holding in his hands was much more peaceful.

In its left hand is an old newspaper.

In the corner of the newspaper, there was a scarlet blood stained with blood.

The Shadow had a rusty iron chain coiled around his right wrist.

An old hemp rope was wrapped around the iron chain, which looked ordinary and inconspicuous.

The shadow stood quietly at the entrance of the village, looking strange and evil.

It did nothing.

But the torii in front of him seemed to have been invaded by some kind of terrifying spirit.

The otherwise noisy village fell into a dead silence.

The house is twisting.

Crops in vegetable fields and fields wither and decay in an instant.

The chickens and ducks in the river seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, so they exploded directly, leaving only chicken feathers.

The shadow didn't seem to see all this change.

It lifts its left foot and takes a step forward.

The next second.

It appeared in front of the door of a two-story building.

The doors of the buildings were open, and the main hall was lined with wreaths.

There are women and children wearing linen and wearing filial piety kneeling in the order hall, crying and burning paper money in front of a black coffin.

The shadow glanced over the coffin, then its gaze fell on the portrait in front of the coffin.

It was a handsome young man in a suit.

The shadow was just about to wander around the mourning hall.

At this moment, a cough suddenly came from behind the shadow.

The voice was so close that it seemed to be behind a shadow.

If it is an ordinary person, it will definitely be taken aback.

Shadows are no ordinary people, though.

I saw that his right wrist shook slightly, and the ghost chain came out directly.

The next second.

The mourning of women and children in the mourning hall came to an abrupt end.

More than a dozen figures of the size of the linen and filial piety were hung up by rusty iron chains.

The shadow stood quietly among the corpses.

Far from being abrupt, the style of painting is very harmonious.

If someone came in from outside the village at this time and saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened.

Bang bang!

The shadow stepped forward, knocked on the black coffin, and then directly overturned the coffin board.

Inside the coffin, a thick black fog obscured everything.

The ghost's eyes in the center of the shadow's eyebrows emitted a scarlet light, and everything in the black coffin was in full view.

The next moment, the grinning ghost tooth opened a terrifying opening.

Yang Jian's cold voice came out of his empty mouth.

"Come out, or I'll kill you!"

After the shadow finished speaking, the black and red ghost domain under his feet spread towards the black coffin.

If the people inside the coffin can't be hidden, they will soon be suppressed by the ghost domain.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a low, hoarse voice came from the coffin.

The next moment.

This was accompanied by a weak cough.

A bloodless white palm slowly stretched out of the coffin.

Scarlet ghost eyes stared at the palm.

The snow-white ghost teeth grinned, as if they were hungry, and the blood at the corners of their mouths flowed into a line.

On the shroud, the blood-red word "Shou" squirmed faster and faster.

It happily swallowed the blood flowing from the ghost fangs, and stared at the blood stains on the ghost newspaper.

"Ahem, ahem."

The person in the coffin seemed to sense the danger, and coughed weakly.

Soon, a second pale arm came out of the coffin.

After a while, a stiff body sat up from inside the coffin.

It was a middle-aged man with blank eyes and a dead face, as if he had been dead for several days.

Yang Jian recognized it at a glance through the perspective of the shadow.

This is the first person in charge of Dachang City.

Feng Quan!

Feng Quan turned his head to look at the shadow, and was suddenly stunned.

The torment, pain, and numbness in his eyes disappeared.

In its place was a deep dazedness.

"Who are you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"What happened?"

The shadow didn't speak.

After Feng Quan's upper body sat up, the supernatural power lost the shield of the black coffin.

Behind him, a rusty iron chain appeared out of thin air.

Feng Quan sensed the danger and subconsciously wanted to turn back.

However, it was too late.

Feng Quan only heard the crisp sound of metal colliding.

The next second.

Suddenly, a tremendous force came from his neck.

"Fertile grass!"

The ghost chain ignores space and is extremely fast.

Feng Quan didn't have time to react at all.

He felt his body stiffen, and then he was directly suspended in the air by the iron chain.

Then, Feng Quan saw more than a dozen strange corpses of various sizes that were also hanging around him.

"What the hell is going on?"

Feng Quan was in the coffin and sensed that someone was coming in, so he deliberately coughed to scare the person away.

I didn't expect it.

The next second, he was forced out of the coffin.

That's not all!

The man didn't follow the rules at all and shot directly at him.

"Has the world changed?"

Feng Quan only lay in the coffin for less than half a year.

But for some reason.

He suddenly had a feeling that things were wrong and vicissitudes.

"Step, step~"

At this moment, an abrupt footstep suddenly sounded outside the door.

The footsteps were heavy and powerful, and they were particularly clear in the dead silence of the village.

Feng Quan's heart suddenly froze, and his ears suddenly stood up.

"There it is! That thing is coming! ”

The shadow turned her head to look out the door.

Outside the door, a thick darkness enveloped the entire village.

A moment later.

A man came out of the darkness.

It was a handsome young man in a suit.

The man's face was pale, without a trace of blood.

The weirdest thing is.

He looks exactly like the person on the portrait!

The man in the portrait walked to the door, stopped suddenly, as if sensing the danger, and did not continue.

"The coffin will be returned to you!"

Yang Jian's voice came out of the ghost fangs.

The next moment.

The shadow stepped back and made way to the Black Coffin.

"Go to sleep."