Zhang Geng looked around in horror, but saw that the surroundings were empty, and only he was sitting alone on the coffin.

"Whew——!" Zhang Geng screamed, frightened.

Wang Minghao shouted in a low voice: "What's it called?!" ”

Zhang Geng trembled, his legs were about to sit unsteadily, he trembled and said, "Okay, it seems that someone pulled me......"

Wang Minghao was not in a hurry, and comforted him: "Don't be suspicious, Zhao Rui and I are here, you are too nervous and hallucinating." ”

Zhang Geng was still looking left and right in fear, shaking like chaff.

I turned my head to observe Wang Minghao's expression.

Wang Minghao's expression was serious, calm and calm, if I hadn't seen the surprise in his eyes, I would have thought that his emotions were Gulan Wubo.

I distinctly heard him say in a very low voice, "No! Ghosts carry coffins, people sit in coffins, there are a number of them, how can something happen? ”

Ghosts carry coffins, people sit in coffins?

I looked at the coffin bearers around me carefully, their expressions were solemn and numb, cold and expressionless, their eyes were dull, and there was a little red light when they looked closely.

The shoulders of one of the coffin-bearers were worn out, oozing red blood, which had seeped into his body and disappeared as it flowed to his shoulder blades.

Can human skin absorb blood quickly? Apparently not!

Whose skin can?

I turned my head a hundred and eighty degrees, and looked behind me at the paper cow and the paper boys and girls, their eyes red and stunned, as if they could drip blood at any moment.

When I looked at the coffin bearers again, they suddenly turned their heads to look at me and gave me a stiff smile.

I finally realized that these coffin bearers were not people, but paper people!

The person carrying the coffin just now did not flash his waist, but the wooden brace on his waist was broken, and it was difficult to move.

These paper figures don't know what secret method Wang Minghao used, so that the ghost was attached to it.

The ghost carries the coffin, the person sits in the coffin, the yin is in the lower yang, and the middle is the corpse that has just died, and it is in the chaos of yin and yang.

Just letting the ghost possess these paper figures, I don't know what price he paid.

After a little thought, I understood Wang Minghao's arrangement, he wanted to deceive the infant spirits in this way, so that they could not find the corpses hidden between yin and yang, so as to completely retreat.

It's a pity, I shook my head slightly, if my terrible assumption is true, then all this Wang Minghao did was in vain.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but squint my eyes and make a decision in my heart.

I turned my head slightly, looked at Zhang Geng on the coffin, and said a few words to him silently.

Zhang Geng didn't know why, but he still nodded in agreement.

This guy can't do anything else, but in terms of obedience, it's pretty good.

Wang Minghao took out a large handful of white paper money from his arms and threw it into the sky.

The paper money is fluttering, and the wind that blows through it is swept and swirling in the air, but it does not fall to the ground.

The paper money kept falling towards the coffin with the direction of the wind, and a thick layer fell on Zhang Geng's body and coffin, but the ground around him was empty, and there was not even a piece.

Wang Minghao's expression finally became ugly.

"If the paper money does not fall, the soul of grievance will not disperse. The little ghost passing by didn't even want to ask for money, this time, the big murderer. ”

Wang Minghao sighed, and then said to me: "Zhao Xiaoyou, please be careful." ”

I bowed slightly, indicating that I understood.

After the initial freshness was gone, Ano finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and he walked in front of the coffin, very slowly, looking back from time to time, for fear that no one would follow.

His thin figure looked especially small under the gray sky, as if it would disappear at any moment.

These paper figures are still moving forward, but they are still staring at me, including the paper figures walking in front of me.

The paper figure walking in front of me twisted his head one hundred and eighty degrees and gave me a stiff smile, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.

But where can the paper man speak?

His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

A group of young, muscular men with stiff smiles and subtle noises as they walked, the sound of papers rubbing against each other.

I stood among them and carried the coffin with them.

Although I have experienced a lot, but now this is the first time this kind of thing, I am a paper man in front and back, left and right, and there are ghosts possessed by the paper man, and they don't seem to completely obey Wang Minghao.

They noticed me, and they had already started to observe me.

I just feel numb in my scalp and hairy in my heart, which is really not a good thing.

Their gaze was direct, cold, and dead from hell.

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away.

The gray-white stone bridge outside the courtyard still stands there, like a guard that will not collapse, guarding everything here.

Wang Minghao only thought about ghosts carrying coffins and people sitting in coffins, but he forgot that ghosts are not the only ones who carry coffins now.

And me.

The first to have an accident was Ah Ye, who was walking in the forefront, rubbing the dirt containing Song Zhen's blood, and he was now a live target.

Ah Ye suddenly felt that there was fog around him, white and blank, he couldn't see the road clearly, and he was obviously two steps away from the gate of the courtyard, but he couldn't get out.

Out of the mist came a woman, dressed in a red dress, who walked very quietly, without a sound at all, her hair was scattered, so long, long that it covered her face.

"Master!" Ah Ye felt that something was wrong, so he screamed in fear, but no one answered him.

The woman was getting closer and closer to him.

Only then did he realize that the woman was not wearing a red dress, but the entire skirt was stained red with blood, so it looked like a red dress!

Ah Ye only felt that his head was buzzing, and he was so frightened that his soul was scared, and he roared loudly: "Don't come here! Don't come here! ”

The female ghost stopped in place, and said in a gentle voice, "Aye, what's wrong with you?" It's Mom! ”

Ah Ye was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes and looked again, this time he actually saw a woman who was sinking into a fish and a goose, she was extremely beautiful, and there was a mole on the tail of her eye, which added a bit of bewitchment to her.

"Mom?" Ah Ye looked at this woman in a daze, tears flowed uncontrollably, he grew up with his master Wang Minghao since he was a child, and he always thought that he had no father and no mother, but he didn't expect to find his mother one day.

If it was usual, Ah Ye would definitely be aware of the problem inside, but now Ah Ye, who was already scared, completely lost the ability to think.