There is a small road in the old forest, winding and winding, not too long, although the environment is dim, but you can still see the old house at the end at a glance.

Two red lanterns hung on the door of the old house, and the candlelight illuminated the open space in front of the gate. The lantern glows with a faint red light, which can give people an eerie feeling from a distance, and the hanging lantern looks like two red eyes, watching everything around them.

Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian and the four messengers walked briskly on this path and hurried towards the old mansion in front of them.

Liu Qingqing is gone.

"Zhang Youhong controls Liu Qingqing's body and walks into the ghost forest, according to the original trajectory, Liu Qingqing will be buried in the No. 3 grave, until Zhou Deng uses a ghost incense, will the real Zhang Youhong's memory be awakened, and Liu Qingqing can run out of the grave."

Liang Xingyang noticed Liu Qingqing's situation, but he didn't plan to ignore it.

Sister Hong's birth is beneficial, which is equivalent to bringing a lock of blood to the situation. Once the situation is completely defeated, Sister Hong's puppet with ghost makeup can make the Seven Elders wake up and save the situation.

The path is lined with dim woods, without a hint of breeze, and it is extremely quiet, as if you have entered a silent world.

They did not see a single weed in the winding paths and woods, but there were thick fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground. The trees are neatly arranged between the trees, and it seems that they have been arranged by others.

A layer of mist poured out, like a miasma in the woods, or like a haze in the night.

And as they went deeper, there was a jumble of footsteps behind them.

The people behind seemed to be being chased by the beasts of the flood, and followed them into this silent place in a panic.

No one paid any attention to it, and went straight deeper.

This old forest looked dangerous, but they were lucky not to encounter any danger along the way, and they didn't even see the figure of a ghost.

"This is it."

Liang Xingyang came to the door of the ancient mansion and raised his head slightly to stare at the two red lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate.

When Yang Jian and the others entered the ancient mansion, as soon as twelve o'clock in the evening arrived, the task of the post office officially began, and the two red lanterns would fade and turn a miserable white.

The two lanterns are also the key props for the funeral on the third day.

"Who would have thought that there would be an old mansion in this kind of ghost location, hey, these two red lanterns are good things."

Zhou Deng walked out of the old forest at this moment, stood in front of the door and looked, his eyes were also rolling on the two red lanterns, eager to try.

"Don't come nonsense, these two lanterns are related to the balance of the third day of the ancient mansion. If you insist on taking it, I'll kill you with my own hands. And, of course, you guys! Liang Xingyang glanced back at Zhou Deng and the dozen or so people around him, and said in a cold tone.

After the bus turned off, some people were targeted and killed by ghosts, most of them fled to the old house in a panic, and some people chose to hide in the old forest and wait for the bus to re-ignite, hoping to get on the bus.

Although Zhou Deng stared at the red lantern with some reluctance, he didn't dare to be stiff, and then nodded: "Then I'll take it when I leave, so it's always okay." ”

"You can take it in four days, if you dare to secretly do it in advance, I won't keep it." Liang Xingyang didn't give these people a good look, and looked up at the air, "It's going to rain, let's all go into the house." ”

Zhou Deng's face tightened, and his eyes glanced elsewhere.

Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng coldly, stepped forward and pushed open the dusty door of the ancient mansion, and took the lead with Eagle, Wang Feng, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua and walked in.

A clammy breeze blew, dark clouds quickly converged in the sky, and a drizzle suddenly descended.

"Damn, it's raining again."

Zhou Deng's face pulled, he didn't want to be contaminated with this kind of cursed rain anymore, and he couldn't take care of the lantern anymore, so he immediately rushed through the door, wanting to rely on this house to shelter from the rain.

The others were not slow, and they all poured into the ancient mansion.

"Liang Xingyang, what do you mean? Even if you don't let us take the lanterns, there's no need to block us all in this old mansion with a single rain. ”

Some people walked slowly and entered the old house at the end, soaked by the rain, and immediately complained loudly and dissatisfied.

He is a ghost rider, and the supernatural rain will not kill his body for a short time. However, the rain carries a supernatural aura, and if he is not willing to use the power of a powerful ghost to dispel this curse, he will have to endure the erosion of blue-black bruises.

"Shut up!"

Liang Xingyang snorted coldly and continued: "If you don't want to stay here, just go out and get drenched in the rain." Or you can do it, kill me, and this rain will go away on its own. ”

The man's face turned blue and dark for a while, but he didn't dare to complain again.

It can be seen that if this person is provoked, his situation will really be very dangerous, and he may die at any time.

A rainstorm has arrived.

A cold, foul wind carried a green rain into the ancient house, and the door was closed again by the ghost riders.

Everyone can only stay in this ancient mansion, no one dares to brave the rain to hurry, and now they can't walk if they want to.

Walking through the gate, everyone began to look at the layout of the ancient mansion.

The front yard of the old house was empty, and the ground was covered with withered moss, and the green brick floor was covered with dust, and the place seemed to have been sealed for a long time.

As far as the eye can see, a shadow wall stands behind the gate.

High-ranking families who pay attention to feng shui usually arrange a shadow wall, which can play a role in covering the house, so that people will not see all over the house at a glance, and better protect people's **.

In this way, the owner of this ancient house used to be a big family.

Liang Xingyang bypassed the shadow wall in the front yard and entered a patio.

Passing by the patio, there are deep and dark corridors on the left and right, I don't know what direction it leads, the light is a little dim, and you can't see the end with the naked eye alone.

"Found it, locked red room."

Liang Xingyang saw the door that the ghost cupboard asked him to open, and the locked door was the second room in the corridor on the right. There is a copper lock hanging on the wooden door of the room, which is the old style of the past, and it is atmospheric and cumbersome.

However, this door is not ready to open now, and after the red room is opened, the red furniture inside may interfere with Yang Jian's mission to deliver letters. Moreover, people's hearts are unpredictable, and red furniture will also cause the greed of other people here and create unnecessary trouble.

Liang Xingyang walked across the patio, and at the end of his vision was the lobby, and there was still space behind the lobby, which was the back hall.

"Come and see, there's a corpse sitting in the lobby."

A ghost rider had already arrived in the lobby, exclaiming, staring at the old man sitting in the black Taishi chair on the left with some fear.

The old man was tall, but very thin, and sat straight on the Taishi's chair, his eyes closed, and his whole body was extremely stiff. The dark brown skin was loose and drooping, and there were corpse spots on it, as if it had just passed away, and there were no signs of decay.

The real source of danger in this ancient mansion is the corpse of Zhang Dong.

A corpse that was not buried.

The corpse bearer has no erased supernatural power, which can erase all traces of the supernatural, and even the ghosts that cannot be killed will be sent away, and it is almost impossible to return to reality.

Yang Jian walked over with a cracked spear: "This is the captain of the Seven Elders, Zhang Dong?" ”

"That's right. On the sixth day, Zhang Dong's body was buried, and on the seventh day, Zhang Dong returned to his soul, and he was the recipient of this mission. ”

Liang Xingyang resisted the urge to collect the corpse with coffin nails and ghost blood, and nailing the corpse was likely to upset the balance of the ancient mansion.

No one knows if the ghost blood will be able to hold the corpse after the ghost is revived. After all, Meng Xiaodong's body cannot be detained, so Zhang Dong's body is estimated to be unsuccessful.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Buried and returned to the soul? The post office was tasked with asking us to stay here for seven days, and I needed to know the specifics of those seven days. ”

He had a premonition that these seven days must be extremely dangerous.

At present, it is believed that the post office is planning to use the mission to clean up the messenger on the fourth floor who has been invaded by ghosts, so the danger must be very large, and the difficulty of the task must not be low.

And intelligence is the most useful thing.

Liang Xingyang's expression was thoughtful, and after sorting out the thoughts in his mind, he spoke: "If we want to live safely and without incident, we must abide by the rules set by the ancient mansion in advance, and not break the obscure balance inside." After entering the funeral, keeping vigil, reporting the funeral, mourning, ghost feast, funeral, resurrection, and sending letters, they will rely on the red balloon given by the post office to leave safely from the patio. ”

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