The back hall of the old house.

A group of people divided into two teams to guard the two sides, on one side was Zhou Deng and seven ghost handlers temporarily managed by Liang Xingyang, and on the other side were four messengers led by Yang Jian.

"Great, the darkness has faded."

A ghost rider stared at the darkness that had disappeared like a receding tide, and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Heavy footsteps in the darkness faded away.

The darkness did not erode further into the back hall, but exited the lobby little by little in the direction of the patio.

The rustling sound of the radio kept echoing, successfully guiding the three ghosts away from the lobby little by little, taking the danger away.

The darkness faded for a moment, and the various supernatural phenomena in the lobby were calmed.

The lobby was empty, but strange black handprints appeared on the high walls, and there were many wet marks on the floor, as well as a bloodstain from an unknown object dragging it.

"The ghost has been lured away."

Yang Jian listened to the rustling sound of the radio, looked thoughtful, and muttered in a low voice.

"As long as you survive for six hours, as soon as the day dawns, the darkness will retreat into the corridor, and there will be no supernatural phenomena shrouded in darkness, and the ghosts that have been attracted will also retreat, and it seems that the vigil of the next day can be passed safely." The eagle's originally tense body relaxed a lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Feng said calmly at this time: "What I am most afraid of is that the darkness will fade, but the ghosts are still there." ”

Ghosts can't be killed, at most they can only be hit hard.

If the vigil was to keep them up until twelve o'clock the next night, with an interval of more than twenty hours, they would definitely not be easy.

"When the two sticks of incense go out of their own accord, we will know when the vigil ends. Don't take chances, and don't let your guard down unless you don't want to go back to the post office. Yang Jian said lightly, leaning his back against the red coffin, his ghost eyes turning restlessly, watching the traces of ghosts wandering in the lobby.

"Rustling ......"

Liang Xingyang also leaned against the red coffin, and there was no taboo at all. And from time to time the rustle of an old radio sounded around him, and it sounded like it was constantly tuning, trying to find some kind of signal that would affect a larger range.

He experiments with a ghost in the dark and finds a way to use the radio curse.

If you just stand in place, the passive impact range of the radio's curse is not large, only a dozen meters. However, after entangling the curse on other people, the radio curse will have the ability to move, and can clearly locate the location of the other person from a long distance.

The greatest value of the radio curse may not be to guide the ghosts, but to receive signals, locate them, and eavesdrop!

Little by little, time passed.

It was twelve o'clock, and before I knew it, six hours had passed.

The night passed peacefully, and the day came to a relatively safe day.

The two pillars of incense on the incense burner continued to light but were not consumed, and the two sparks were firmly maintained in the dim environment.

Until a certain moment, a certain equilibrium that the ghost fragrance adheres to returns, and the spark is quietly extinguished.

Tonight, the two incense sticks were barely consumed, and they remained in their original appearance.

When the signal appears.

The darkness in the ancient mansion also receded into the depths of the corridor, and three different footsteps hurriedly left the ancient mansion, and the sound gradually became blurred until it was no longer audible.

The rain outside is also gradually stopping.

Despite this, no one moved, and until eight o'clock, the ancient mansion was still calm and there was nothing unusual happening.

The people who guarded the coffin safely breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Xingyang thought about it and didn't rush to open the locked door the next day, so as not to have any accidents during the period.

Yang Jian plucked the two incense sticks from the incense burner, looked around, took the lead to leave the back hall, and returned to his room to rest, and everyone acted consciously.

Yang Xiaohua, who was holding the red balloon, was tired and hungry, but she didn't forget to give food and water to Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian first.

She returned to the courier's room, ate and drank, and carefully fell asleep.

Time passed little by little in the old house.

After a long period of calm.

It was twelve o'clock in the evening.

The second day's vigil ended, and the third day's funeral began.

No need to be reminded, everyone consciously returned to the lobby.

On the gate of the ancient house, two white lanterns were swaying by the wind blowing from nowhere.

"The white lantern itself represents many meanings, not only as a funeral prop, but also as the key to surviving outside the ancient mansion on the third day. It is also a prerequisite for finding white mourning clothes under the tree in the ghost forest, if we don't get white mourning clothes and isolate the perception of coming to mourn the ghosts, it will be difficult for us to survive safely on the fourth day of mourning. ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he grabbed it in the air, and the red light flashed away, and there were two more white lanterns in his hand that emitted a miserable white light, and the word "lay" was written on them.

A total of eight white mourning clothes can be found with two lanterns, and only four can be found if there is one missing, which was calculated in advance by the owner of the ancient mansion during his lifetime.

The only problem is that they have a lot of people now, there are thirteen people, but there is no limit to the number of people in the funeral procession, and they are still safe.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian each carried a lantern and led the messengers and ghost riders out of the gate of the ancient mansion for the task of reporting the funeral on the third day.

In the dim night, two white lights opened the way, and on the way to the funeral, everyone was silent and did not say a word, like a group of ghosts walking with lanterns.

The third day passed little by little.

Everything was going in an orderly manner, and the two teams circled around the ancient mansion without encountering danger.

The crowd expanded the area of mourning, went around the front door to the back door, and walked up a winding yellow mud road until the end of the road.

They stood in the clearing of the woods with lanterns.

The white light illuminated the dim environment, and there was a sound of rustling in the woods, but no ghosts came out of it to attack them.

The ghosts in the ghost forest must abide by the rules of the ancient house, give the dead old man a face, and cannot attack the funeral team.

There are five old tombs that come into view.

The graves are old and new, some look like they were years ago, some look like they were newly buried, and there are tombstones in front of them, with images of the dead standing in front of them.

In front of the tombstone, there are also offerings, which look new, and white rice in blue and white porcelain bowls.

The strange thing is that the heavy rain did not soak the white rice, nor did it wash the graves on these old graves, as if time was frozen at this moment.

They also saw the collapsed graves.

Zhou Deng pointed to the first tombstone and said with emotion: "You look so handsome, you actually died here." ”

The posthumous portrait is a black-and-white photo, and the man on it looks very young and handsome, with the temperament of a noble son.

Yang Jian looked at the portrait and recalled that he had seen this person, and the last time he sent a letter was in Room 301 of Dachuan City, he had seen exactly the same photo.

But at this time.

Liang Xingyang began to instruct everyone to work: "You bring the iron tree to dig the tree, and if there is a corpse in black clothes buried under the tree, bury it again." In the case of a corpse dressed in white, the clothes are removed and the body is buried. ”

Knowing what to do, their apprehensive hearts became a lot more stable, and they did not resist and carried it out without hesitation.

Yang Jian came back to his senses in a trance, looked at the busy figures around him, and also took out two incense sticks from the ancient house from his pocket, exchanged two bowls of white rice with the tomb owner, and then took the white rice in front of the collapsed tomb as well.

Yang Jian pointed to the collapsed tomb and reminded: "The ghost riders of the Republic of China period should not be active in modern times, and if they move the whole body, it will lead to more old things in the Republic of China and cause turmoil in the situation." ”

Liang Xingyang nodded slightly, but said: "Zhang Youhong's time will not last long, and it will eventually dissipate." Sister Hong was born too late, and there is no direct conflict of interest with us. The Seven Elders should be given face to solve the supernatural events of an era, but others don't need to worry. ”

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