Sheep.

In the coffin was a sheep.

The bones of their limbs were broken and twisted to the sides of their bodies, and their posture was somewhat like that of people posed in a "big" shape.

It was dark in the coffin.

Jiang Bei took a candle from the offering table and poked the bright red candle into the dim gap.

The firelight illuminated the inside of the coffin, and Jiang Bei saw the whole situation inside.

Inside were layers of sheep carcasses.

The flickering light of the fire danced in their eyes that were still open, and it looked a little weird.

He counted them, and there were eight sheep in them.

This is...... Do you trade the life of a sheep for the return of a ghost?

Eight sheep should correspond to eight ghosts, and there are at least eight ghosts in this village.

With so many ghosts, I can't live this day.

At this time, Wang Watermelon had already come to the small room next to the ancestral hall.

This was supposed to be the place where the sacrificial supplies were kept, and as soon as he entered, he saw two huge spirit flags leaning against the walls on either side of the doorway, and he was standing right between them.

Around the room were piles of unlit red wax and paper ingots, and a few pieces of red paper money were scattered on the floor of the house. Wang Watermelon went to look at the things in the house one by one, when he suddenly noticed a mirror leaning in front of the wall on the left.

There were a few thin tiles underneath the mirror, which looked unstable, as if they were going to crack at any moment.

It is a boxy long mirror, probably moved from a certain family, with a faded red word "Xi" pasted in the center.

From his vantage point, the mirror reflected the stacked paper money on the opposite wall.

Found the mirror!

Wang Watermelon took two steps forward with some excitement, but immediately stopped.

"Don't look in the mirror yet, find something to cover it up and take it away, and take it back to discuss with everyone." He thought as he looked around, looking for a cloth to cover the mirror.

But then the tiles under the mirror cracked as if they could not support the weight of the mirror, and the mirror was crooked, and it was about to fall forward to the ground.

It's a mirror they've managed to find.

The king of lightning and flint immediately pounced on the mirror and held the mirror, so that it did not really fall to the ground.

"I'm scared to death," Wang Watermelon held the square mirror in front of him, "I almost broke it, I don't know if the broken mirror is still useful to us." ”

He muttered to himself as he gripped the frame and tried to lift it back against the wall.

But then he suddenly noticed the reflection in the mirror.

He looked at the reflection in it, and his eyes widened and widened: "How could it be ......?"

"Bang"

The sound of something being broken behind him startled Jiang Bei, who was observing the carcass of the sheep.

He looked back and saw that there was no longer a figure of Wang Watermelon around, only the door behind him was wide open.

It was broken, and Ebetsu immediately came to the door with an axe in his hand and looked inside.

The room is small and windowless, so you can get a glimpse of it. It was a room where the sacrificial supplies were kept, and it was empty, except for an inverted mirror that had fallen to the floor.

The mirror shattered, and a palm-sized lens fell near the doorway, and Jiang Bei looked down and saw his face from the lens.

There is indeed a mirror in the ancestral hall, but where is Wang Watermelon?

He had been at the gate of the ancestral hall just now, and it was impossible for Wang Watermelon to go out from the door, he should have entered this room.

But Jiang Bei looked around the place three or four times, but couldn't find a place where people could hide.

The thin people here can't find a place to hide, let alone Wang Watermelon's fat figure.

He's missing, most likely dead.

Jiang Bei frowned and looked at this room.

There is something strange about this room, but the most strange thing is undoubtedly the mirror that shatters upside down on the floor.

He didn't step forward, just crouched down and looked at the palm-sized lens at his feet.

Could it be that Wang Watermelon saw something in the mirror before he died?

He cautiously picked up the mirror, trying to look behind him.

In case Yizhao finds that he has a face behind him, then he can collect money, of course, he will struggle hard to save money for everyone.

He held the axe in one hand and illuminated the environment behind him with the other.

But nothing came out, and in the mirror it was a peaceful and peaceful place, and there was nothing to do.

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps outside.

Through the lens in his hand, Ebetsu saw a wet foot enter the door.

His eyes widened slightly, he quickly thought of something, and then immediately jerked back his lenses and looked back.

It was Mingyue who rushed over, and she was followed by Chen Wuji.

"A hand was on my shoulder from behind." Chen Ersan stared at the door of the small warehouse next to the courtyard, "It's not a living person's hand." ”

Jiang Yang was also a little worried by Chen Ersan's words now: "But the four of us are sitting back to back, even if a ghost wants to put a foot on your shoulder from behind, the people behind you can see it, unless the ghost comes out of the ground in the middle of the four of us." ”

He looked at Ah Dog as he spoke: "Did you see a ghost just now?" ”

Dog shook his head.

Chen Ersan frowned: "But I did see a hand on my shoulder just now, that hand is very thin, the skin is almost attached to the bone, I still remember the appearance of that hand!" ”

But why didn't anyone else see it?

Could it be that ghosts really come out of the dirt?

Lin Huohuo looked around with an unsightly face: "I think this place is really weird, otherwise let's go out, don't be in this courtyard." ”

"But now it's almost dark, aren't you going out to find death?" Jiang Yang looked up at the sky, "I don't know what Jiang Bei and they did, why they didn't come back." ”

They can't all be dead, right? Jiang Yang was worried.

Just then, a cold wind blew through and blew the door of the main house open.

The wooden door was too old to be closed tightly, and if it wasn't locked from the inside, a slightly stronger wind would blow it open.

Lin Huohuo suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the door of the main house in a somewhat frightened tone: "What do you see on that wall?" ”

Jiang Yang also looked over, and then saw several dark handprints printed on the wall next to the door of the house.

But they didn't have it when they came out!

"Was there this thing on that wall before?" Lin Huohuo's eyes widened.

"No," Jiang Yang kept backing away from the gate, "I remember that when I came out this morning, I also held on to the wall, and there was nothing on the wall at that time!" ”

"Don't stay here, it's weird! Let's go out first. Lin Huohuo immediately turned his head and ran towards the courtyard gate.

Jiang Yang and Ah Gou also followed.

When he ran to the door, Jiang Yang found that there was no one missing.

"What about Chen Ersan? Why didn't she come out with her? He looked back as he spoke.

I saw Chen Ersan standing in the courtyard with his back to them, motionless.