Relatives?

The linen cloth just now explained that the only ones who can put their shoulders out of the back are the so-called "relatives".

Judging from the decaying environment of the mourning hall, and from just now to the present, the guardian has been the only one from beginning to end, where are the relatives?

Xie Chen had goosebumps all over his body, only to feel that there was a cold wind blowing behind him.

Not to mention looking at any posthumous images, the whole person immediately fell prostrate on the ground, not even daring to move.

The half-poked head immediately retracted, and even the whole face was pressed against the rotten floor, and the pungent smell came from the mold-covered floor.

I couldn't help it, but I still sneezed.

The whole body shook with it.

I don't know why?

The hand that was on his shoulder immediately retracted, as if he was also startled by himself.

I didn't have time to react, and I just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief first.

A slight sigh appeared in his ears, and it was cold and no longer like a breeze.

It's more like something dirty in your ears.

You must know that now you are facing the ground, even though it is sneezing, it does not affect your movements.

“………”

The surrounding sound is very quiet, only there seems to be a suona sound in the distance, and the sound of suona has never disappeared since I came to this mourning hall.

A slight sobbing sound came from behind him, and judging by the sound, there must have been two people standing behind him.

Although the mourning hall was only lit by two candles, it was very dim.

But in fact, you can also see the shadows, plus there is moonlight shining in outside.

If someone really stood behind him, from the refraction of the light, there should be two long black shadows beside him at this time.

He raised his head slightly, but he couldn't see even the slightest shadow.

Xie Chen swallowed.

Just as he was about to think about how to break the deadlock in front of him, the ever-bright lamp on the side suddenly flickered rapidly, as if it was about to be extinguished by the wind.

But now I was in a cold sweat, but I didn't notice the slightest movement of the wind.

Regardless of whether there was anyone behind him, Xie Chen quickly reached into his pocket and took out his pocket watch and pressed it.

I hope to rely on time to get out of the current predicament as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the pocket watch, which has been tried and tested, has lost its effect this time.

With the press of the button, the original ever-bright lamp swayed even more violently, like a candle in the wind, and it may go out at any time.

The sound of suona in the distance of the mourning hall is blowing more and more happily, and it sounds a little less like mourning the departure of the deceased, but more like celebrating something.

I didn't care about anything else, so I quickly stuffed the pocket watch into my pocket and crawled towards the big red coffin on my knees.

As the lantern flickered even more, he vaguely heard the sound of beating from inside the coffin.

"Knock Knock ......"

It's not particularly obvious, but it's definitely not wrong.

I was a little panicked for a while, and it was not the sound coming from the coffin that panicked, but the fact that the pocket watch didn't play a role in this copy.

Wouldn't I be able to rely on this golden finger to save my life in this dungeon?

The everlasting light, which was originally still in a full state, is now about to bottom out.

Xie Chen knelt on the ground and was half-lying on his stomach, his eyes searching back and forth for the shadow of kerosene.

Finally, under the side of this big red coffin, a small jar of kerosene was seen.

Just as he stretched out his hand and opened it, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the mourning hall that he could feel with his body.

In a panic, Xie Chen hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes and blocked the ever-bright lamp in front of him, preventing the sudden wind from extinguishing the lamp.

With the addition of kerosene, the originally beating flames gradually stabilized.

The strong wind that blew into the mourning hall behind him disappeared inexplicably.

Although I was confused in my mind, I still put the cap of the kerosene bottle back, but I didn't tighten it thoroughly, which is also convenient for the next refill of oil to be faster.

Xie Chen sighed, although he knew the rules of the funeral dungeon's vigil, but what the customs clearance conditions were, and now he didn't even have a clue.

The twelfth rule says that the coffin will be cremated at six o'clock in the morning, when he will be able to rest and sleep.

But is that really the case, even if the dungeon is over?

Or is it that after this coffin is sent for cremation, there will be a second or third coffin?

After all, he didn't see his family at all, and from just now to now, he has always been the only one who keeps vigil.

This reminds me of the night watchman in the movie, there is indeed this kind of vigil dedicated to helping those who have no relatives to keep vigil.

Xie Chen knelt without a clue, slowly turned around, and crawled towards his original position.

But as soon as he climbed out two steps, the coffin behind him suddenly rang.

“？”

Xie Chen immediately frowned, and looked at the big red coffin for the first time.

But the everlasting lamp was still on, and there was no movement in the big red coffin, as if the sound he had just heard was just his own auditory hallucination.

Xie Chen swallowed his saliva, and a trace of uneasiness inexplicably appeared in his heart.

As soon as he turned his head back to his original position, a lot of water droplets suddenly appeared on the ground.

Xie Chen hurriedly reached out and wiped his cheeks, and many tears were sliding down his eyes.

Just a few drops had fallen occasionally, and now it was a thousand miles of breaking the embankment, and tears were pouring down.

The sound of suona from a distance, for some reason, suddenly stopped.

I patronized the tears that fell and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Hee-hee-hee......"

A cold laugh resounded through the mourning hall, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly, and it was still floating back and forth around, and bursts of echoes entered his ears.

Xie Chen was furious, and immediately raised his head.

This is more terrifying than someone who just put his shoulder behind him.

Because despite the echo, the source of the sound came from the big red coffin.

Xie Chen stared at the coffin in front of him, and the ever-bright light under the coffin did not go out, but burned brighter and brighter.

It felt like he could burn the whole night tonight even if he didn't refuel.

Xie Chen's lips trembled.

I don't know if it's because of my body hallucinations, or what the reason is, the surrounding mourning hall not only smells of wet and moldy, but even has a trace of blood.

After this laughter came from the big red coffin, he stared at it, but no second sound came out.

Xie Chen knew that the matter was not over yet, and it might just be the beginning.

But why did this coffin, which was originally very stable, suddenly have so many changes for a while?

If the laughter just now really came from inside the coffin, then the sound of something striking in the first place probably has nothing to do with it.

Thinking of this, I was shocked.

Just after adding kerosene to the lantern, I seemed to have turned around and climbed back?

Xie Chen hurriedly took out the burlap to check the relevant rules.

When he saw the ninth rule, his hand holding the sackcloth was already shaking.

[When adding oil, you only need to kneel forward two steps forward and bend down to add oil, and then kneel and take two steps back, there is no need to turn back. 】

Obviously, the rules require that you face this coffin and refuel it, and after refueling it, you are kneeling and stepping back.

I did turn around just now.

Before he could stuff the rag into his pocket, the big red coffin in front of him began to tremble.

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Another burst of laughter sounded from the coffin, only this time the laughter was more permeating, and even the coldness of the voice could be heard just by listening to it.

Xie Chen stood up in a panic and hurriedly ran over to hold the everlasting lamp.

The rules mention this lamp so repeatedly, and it may be possible to save one's life in such a dangerous time.

But just when I was about to get close to the light.

The burning ever-bright lamp suddenly went out.

The extinguishing was so abrupt that I couldn't even react to it, and there wasn't even a little wind around.

Just extinguished the wick for no reason.

The moment the lantern went out, the coffin stopped shaking, and even the laughter coming from the coffin came to an abrupt end.

The silence of the whole mourning hall makes people feel awkward.

Even the previous smell of blood disappeared, replaced by a moldy smell that became stronger and stronger, and he could no longer control the itching of his nose.

The entire mourning hall erupted with sneezing sound one after another.

Just when I resisted the urge to sneeze and wanted to go over to check the everlasting light that had been extinguished.

Thump!

The two wooden benches holding the coffin were scattered directly.

A whole big red coffin fell diagonally to the ground, and viscous blood flowed out of Guangcai's mouth.

Xie Chen, who just wanted to move forward, didn't dare to take a step back confidently, and the laughter that had been gone was now getting louder and louder in the pillow mourning hall.

The flickering black shadows swayed in the dim mourning hall, and even the only two candlesticks on the offering table had been completely extinguished.

A slight gust of wind blew, and a lot of confetti began to appear in the mourning hall, as if rolling on the ground.

Because the light was so dim, I couldn't see what the coffin was on the ground.

Xie Chen was just about to move forward, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest.

Two laughs rang out from his ears.

Relying on the moonlight shining in from outside the mourning hall, his shadow seemed to be pierced by something from behind.

Sticky blood and flesh were scattered all over the floor, but the laughter still reached his ears.

"Hee-hee."

Not only did it penetrate his chest, but after a sharp pain in his chest, he followed his neck and cooled down, and finally he could see the shadow on the ground.

The part above his neck fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Come and stay with me, it's cold to lie in it alone......"

Xie Chen opened his eyes with the last of his strength, only to see half of the empty eyes on the ground looking at him as well.

It was the head of a paper man.