Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Shen Jian continued the operation he had just done.

His eyes moved.

【Folk Woman Ghost Zhou Qian】

[Current state: nervous, flustered, excited, pleasant.] 】

[Opinion: 100 (obsession)]

A smile appeared on Shen Jian's face.

Not easy.

He had worked hard for several days, and now it was finally time for the harvest.

This is the fourth ghost who has been attacked by him to 100 favorability.

Although most of them rely on the hypnotic power of the ghost heart, the effect is also extremely significant.

He only came in for the first seven or fourth days.

On the day of the funeral, a -100 point goodwill ghost strategy to 100 points, which is impossible to accomplish in the normal way.

Even if the head of the Xue Nai family is already devoted to him, the favorability is only more than 80 points.

It can well be imagined.

How much of a role does a ghost heart with hypnotic spirits play?

He didn't try to change the twisted love affair of the ghost.

Instead, she transferred her love for her husband to herself.

He is now the husband in the eyes of the people's ghosts.

"You can't let your husband touch it without my permission."

Shen Jian said in his ear.

Then he left the place.

The woman and ghost slumped to the ground.

Until ten minutes later.

only to recover from this afterglow.

"Wife, you're out."

Doubts flashed in the eyes of the cowardly ghost, shouldn't my wife come out wrapped in a bathrobe in the past, why is it so formal today, and it is tightly wrapped.

"By the way, are you changing this sheet for you? Just leave this kind of thing to me, you have only experienced a fierce battle, and you need cultivation the most, how can you work hard. ”

The coward licked and laughed, and leaned over.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the folk woman.

Nor do they speak.

Then.

She noticed her husband's fiery eyes.

In the past, she would have been happy.

But now......

"I'm not feeling well."

The ghost eyes of the folk woman dodged.

I really don't have any interest in my husband.

What's more, the man said that he couldn't let his husband touch it.

She didn't want to lose that person.

The coward's face froze.

In the past, it was his wife who took the initiative, but he was not interested in it at all, he only felt that his wife was terrible.

Now, he has become active, but his wife is unwilling.

There is a problem.

In the few days he was away, his wife had definitely experienced something.

Otherwise there wouldn't have been such a big change.

It felt like a different person.

Obviously, the figure and appearance are the same, but he just feels that his wife seems to be a different person.

It seems a little cold.?

Right.

It's cold.

The undying infatuation in his eyes seems to be gone.

Faintly, he felt as if he had lost something.

……

On the night of the funeral.

Each household elects a representative to mourn.

The ghost mother-in-law's family, Shen Jian volunteered.

Instructor Gu and his party also stopped in front of an old mansion.

Each of them has a yellow charm attached to them.

It is used to hide the breath of the living.

According to the information they have learned in the past few days, it is the child of the village chief's family who is buried.

And the old house in front of them is the village chief's home.

Shen Jian looked.

Under the surging moonlight.

A red-walled and large-tiled ancient mansion that retains a bit of the style of the ancient protective wall came into their eyes.

It's quiet

But it also reveals a hint of weirdness.

There are a lot of ghosts coming in and out.

There was no sadness on every face, only the excitement of the killing feast that was about to begin.

The ancient instructor's face was solemn: "The night of the first seven is the most dangerous moment for the dungeon, if it is said that getting to know the villagers is the normal difficulty of a three-star dungeon, then the hunting folklore in front of you is a complete semi-four-star dungeon, no, it should be said that it is a four-star dungeon!" ”

Hear this.

The crowd suddenly panicked.

Four-star dungeons, which they may not be able to reach in their lifetimes.

It was a realm that only a city leader-level ghost protector could control, and if ordinary people entered, they would only be torn to pieces by the ghosts in an instant.

"What's the panic, Lord Yama has taken us to get acquainted with a lot of villagers in the past few days, everyone has now completed the side quest, and has met no less than five villagers, and there are yellow talismans pasted, only if you don't die to take the initiative to provoke the ghosts, it's normal to be fine."

Fang Yuan said calmly.

The faces of the crowd were strange.

Is that called getting acquainted?

Who has ever seen someone chase someone with a stick and force someone to get to know him?

Pondering.

The crowd had already stepped into the old mansion.

There is a courtyard at the entrance, the left row of doors is closed, there is a lot of wood outside the house, and the windows of the rooms on the right are broken, and it can be seen from the furnishings inside that the place has been abandoned.

There is a well in front of the yard, and next to it is a tall tree.

Bursts of yin qi struck.

The ancient instructor's face was solemn: "The front yard is planted with a tree of guilt, the backyard is planted with a willow tree, there is a well next to the tree, and the house has two canals, and the seat is facing north. ”

"I've heard something similar back home."

Tang Xin also said at this time:

"There is shame in front of the door, a hundred ghosts walk at night, and then a well, ten thousand ghosts return to the nest."

Hear this.

Shen Jian was excited.

Listen, a hundred ghosts travel at night, and ten thousand ghosts return to their nests.

What does this mean?

It means that the ghost is going to celebrate the festival, and he is also going to celebrate the New Year.

A good harvest year.

Shen Jian quickened his pace.

I came to the hall of the old house.

Two huge doorposts were covered with white silk, and in the middle of the hall, a scarlet coffin was placed.

The size is uneven, and the length is different.

This is the place of sacrifice.

On a table in front of the hall, there was a pile of funeral supplies, lit with incense wax.

There are three incense sticks among them, and strangely, two of them seem to have been cut off, only half as long as the middle one.

"Two short and one long, this is a very unlucky way to light incense."

The knowledgeable Gu Instructor spoke again.

Shen Jian's head.

He had also heard of this method of lighting incense.

People are afraid of three long and two short, and incense is afraid of two short and one long.

This kind of cigarette is specially lit for ghosts.

Two short and one long incense kept burning, and the smoke was ethereal and diffused.

It was obviously a hall with ventilation on three sides, but everyone had an indescribable sense of sullenness.

The wheezing intensified, and a depression unconsciously emerged in my heart.

It seems that if these incense sticks to burn any longer, something very bad will happen.

Shen Jian looked left and right.

It was found that the village chief's family was not there at all.

It is said to be the first seven funerals, but it gives people the feeling that they don't pay attention to it, just to start the hunting folklore.

Then.

Shen Jian stared at Gongtai several times.

I thought about it.

I have a plan in mind.

He strode forward.

"Yama, don't be impulsive."?

The ancient instructor suddenly chuckled in his heart, on this occasion, this great god would not also have a bad taste.

He hurriedly said: "Two short and one long incense can't be easily extinguished, it will cause big problems." ”

"Those coffins are likely to be the parties to this funeral, incense is a tribute, once extinguished, this ghost is likely to wake up."

"yes, don't be impulsive."

The rest of the people were also worried.

I just felt a little scared.

If this destruction is discovered here, even if they are now covering up the breath of the living, they will be chased and killed.

Can be ignored by Shen Jian.

Come to the front of the tribute platform.

With a disgusted face, he said: "It's long and short, it's too uncomfortable......"

After speaking.

Shen Jian pinched off the middle one.

He also blows with his mouth to speed up the burning of some incense.

In order to ensure the most precise fine-tuning of the length of the three incense sticks.

Finally.

The three sticks of incense are flush.

Even if the No. 2 obsessive-compulsive disorder patient from Huangquan Hospital came over, he couldn't find the slightest fault.

This works.

The people behind him were stunned.

Shen Jian: This is ...... Obsessive-compulsive disorder committed?

I'll go.

That's weird, isn't it?

When does the paranormal have to submit to other people's obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Is this because OCD is too serious, or are you taking the devil too seriously?

Even if you are a four-star player, you only have the ability to compete with the red-clothed ghosts, not the red-clothed ghosts.

At present, in this Sujia Village, there are not many red-clothed ghosts, but there are definitely more than one or two.

Even the top four-star players, in the face of this ghost hunting competition, don't dare to die like this, as if they hope that a ghost will come, right?

Then.

Shen Jian turned his head.

His eyes looked at the coffin in front of the tribute platform again.

The coffin seems to be a finished product that was rushed out in a short period of time, and it is uneven.

Again, it varies from long to short.

"Tsk, failure, can you sleep comfortably in such a coffin?"

"Instead of sleeping like this, I'll help you trim it."

Hear this.

The crowd's eyes widened. It seems that there is already an idea of what will happen next.

"Yama, no."

Instructor Gu hurriedly shouted.

"There is still room for incense, but destroying the coffin that someone else is preparing for burial is definitely an undying hatred."

Shen Jian was even more excited.

took out the ghost sickle and gave the coffin a trimming.

The crowd was first shocked and undecided, and then deeply puzzled.

Because inside the coffin, there are no traces of ghosts.

It turned out to be an empty coffin.

Everyone was stunned.

Obviously, this coffin exudes a strong yin qi, and at a glance, you can tell that a terrifying ghost has just been buried, but why, this is an empty coffin?

What's going on?

Could it be that this so-called funeral was fake from beginning to end?

So what is the purpose of the other party?

Everyone looked at each other.

All thought of an answer.

Hunting folklore.

Hunt...... Grim.

The real purpose of the village chief's family is to use the funeral to reopen the hunting folk culture in order to achieve some ulterior purpose.

They seem to have come into contact with the truth behind this first seven.

That's when it happened.

A gust of wind blew through the hall.

Several people were so excited that they shivered.

After a second.

Instructor Gu was the first to react: "Not good! Watch your back. ”

The crowd reacted quickly.

Immediately turn around.

The scene in front of them made their faces sink.

Before the yard.

I don't know when, there was a seven or eight-year-old boy, the little boy was wearing a longevity dress that would only be worn when he was buried in a sealed coffin, with a sad smile on his face: "Uncles and sisters, what are you destroying other people's coffins for?" Do you want to be buried with me? ”

"I was in so much pain, I was buried in a coffin, sent into the ground, screaming, and a heart was taken out to prevent me from leaving."

"What do I say?"

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched, as if he was smiling, but the smile was more terrifying than crying.

said.

The breath on the little boy's body changed.

Yin is surging.

The body showed an unusual state of death.

Under the shroud, the place of a heart is empty.

"Uncle and sister, have you ever seen my heart?"

The little boy spoke again.

Make a crisp and childish sound.

Don't look at people, just listen to sounds, and make up a little Shota with Kazlan's big eyes in his mind.

However.

At this moment, everyone's faces turned pale.

Someone even screamed:

"Red, red-clothed ghost!"