Zhan Jingyi thought to himself, it seems that this Yizhuang is the base camp of this group of powerful ghosts, and when Zhan Jingyi was still looking around, he saw the red-faced ghost closing the gate of Yizhuang.

Then, the red-faced ghost turned his head and grinned at Zhan Jingyi: "Little master, it's almost dawn, it's not early, you should rest early, you see, the guest rooms are ready for you." ”

As he spoke, the red-faced ghost pointed with his hand, and Zhan Jingyi looked in the direction he pointed, and it was actually a coffin in the corner.

The coffin looked dilapidated and old, and the red-faced ghost stepped forward, knocked it with his hand, and saw a "squeak" cry, and suddenly three or four big rats came out of the hole under the coffin.

Looking at the coffin in front of him, which was full of rat feces, Zhan Jingyi didn't want to really lie in it even if he wanted to cooperate.

Zhan Jingyi's eyes rolled, and he casually made an excuse, and said to the red-faced ghost on the side: "Hehe, I'm not sleepy yet, you guys rest first, I'll just tidy up my things, and wait for the king to cook and eat." ”

The red-faced ghost thought about it, nodded and didn't force it, but whispered in Zhan Jingyi's ear: "Little master, I won't tell you the rest, but don't go out, don't open anyone who knocks." ”

The red-faced ghost said this very ridiculously, if it were a different person, I would like you to sleep in the coffin with your front foot, and I will open the door with my back foot and run, but Zhan Jingyi saw that the red-faced ghost said so seriously, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and asked with some curiosity: "Why?" ”

"Humph!"

Hearing Zhan Jingyi's words, the expression on the red-faced ghost was slightly cold, and he whispered in Zhan Jingyi's ear: "Because...... There's a ghost outside the door! ”

"There are ghosts??"

Hearing this answer, Zhan Jingyi was stunned, his eyes stared at the red-faced ghost, and he said in his heart: "Isn't this nonsense?" Aren't you a ghost? ”

seemed to see the confusion on Zhan Jingyi's face, but the red-faced ghost didn't explain much, just patted Zhan Jingyi's shoulder: "If you don't believe it, you can go and see for yourself, but don't be scared to death!" ”

After speaking, the red-faced ghost no longer paid attention to Zhan Jingyi, yawned, and saw that it was almost dawn outside, so he found a coffin at random and lay in.

As for the black-faced ghost dolls before, there was no shadow for a long time, and Zhan Jingyi on the side had not yet thought about the meaning of what the red-faced ghost had just said, and in the blink of an eye, he saw that a glimmer of light gradually appeared in the dark night outside.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, but a thin white mist began to fill the air, as if to shroud the entire Yizhuang with a white veil.

The entire Yizhuang suddenly fell silent for a while, Zhan Jingyi looked at the rows of neat coffins in Yizhuang, especially his eyes couldn't help but look at the black coffin.

Seeing that there was no movement in the entire Yizhuang, Zhan Jingyi walked cautiously to the black coffin and knocked it lightly twice.

"Bang bang!"

It looked like it was obviously a wooden coffin, but when it was struck, it looked like a stone, and Zhan Jingyi gathered around this coffin and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Looking at the carved patterns on the coffin, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I set a fire to this Yizhuang and the coffin at this time?

It's just this thought, Zhan Jingyi thought about it for a while, and simply gave up this idea.

It's not because the fat pig is still inside, after all, he is a bloody zombie, and he didn't die last time his head was cut off by Qi Mengying, and a fire shouldn't burn him.

Although Zhan Jingyi didn't care about the fat pig's life or death, he just felt that if it was really that simple, the one who possessed the fat pig and the red-faced ghost, even if they were stupid enough to go out without a brain, it was impossible to throw themselves here so casually.

Therefore, the only thing that can be explained is that these powerful ghosts don't care what Zhan Jingyi does at all, and they don't even care if Zhan Jingyi will open the door and escape while they are sleeping.

It's just that Zhan Jingyi didn't understand why these powerful ghosts have such a reliance, or is it really like the red-faced ghost said, there are ghosts outside the door?

……

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zhan Jingyi didn't bother to bother, and glanced at Yizhuang, saying that it was Yizhuang, but it was actually more like an old house that had been demolished and half left.

This is a three-entry compound, the two houses on the side have long collapsed, the broken walls are in ruins, you can vaguely see the ruins underneath, there are still some daily necessities, as for what else is below, Zhan Jingyi doesn't know.

Zhan Jingyi pushed open the door of the front room, "buzzing", on the wooden door that had not been pushed open for an unknown number ......of years, a thin layer of ash was raised, and under the mist and mist, the faint moonlight could not even illuminate the room.

I could only see faint moonlight like spotlights, shining through the dilapidated doors and windows of the house, so as not to make the house look so dark.

It can be seen that as Zhan Jingyi pushed the door open, the dust rolled up floated in the air like snowflakes.

Walking into the room, Zhan Jingyi looked around left and right, and found that in addition to a table, there were layers of coffins neatly placed on the side.

It's just that these coffins are all semi-finished products, and Zhan Jingyi has also heard the old man say some things about coffin shops, such as these half-finished coffins, most of which are only made into a mold, or polished a few boards, and put them there for later use.

You have to wait for someone to order a coffin before you can make a coffin, as the so-called "master does not do falling wood", "falling to the ground" refers to a person who has died.

It means not to make coffins for the dead, which is unlucky, and the action shows that the family lacks a plan and ignores the way of heaven and humanity.

In addition to this one, there can be no nails on the general coffin, and the attention to the wood, the consideration of the coffin lid, and the rules of the size are all said.

Zhan Jingyi walked around the house for a while, saw a book on the table, stepped forward, picked it up casually, blew off the floating ash on the book, and it turned out to be an account book.

After opening it and casually looking at it, Zhan Jingyi lost interest, it was all trivial things, and he threw the account book on the table casually.

A two-finger-thick ledger, "Bang! With a bang, he slammed on the table, and suddenly the dust on the table rolled, and Zhan Jingyi suddenly regretted it in his heart, and swept it in front of him.

Suddenly, Zhan Jingyi felt that there seemed to be a sound of wind approaching above his head, he subconsciously reached out and fished it, feeling a sinking on his hand, a cold and slippery touch, like something suddenly fell on his hand.

Zhan Jingyi looked at it, his heart jumped, and he saw that the object in his hand turned out to be a skull, and it seemed to be shaken by the skull.

I saw that in the empty eye socket of the skull, two large black centipedes quickly crawled out along the eye sockets, with a vermilion head, two slender antennae, and dense tentacles quickly crawling out of the skull's eye sockets.

Seeing this terrible big centipede, Zhan Jingyi shook his hand with some disgust, and shook the two centipedes off the ground, only to see that the centipede had just landed, and the two centipedes were crushed by Zhan Jingyi's big hand transformed by his spiritual power.

Zhan Jingyi looked at the skull in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw that there was an empty rope sleeve hanging on the beam above his head.

"Suicide? Still is...... Homicide? ”

Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi swept his spiritual power in the room, only to see that after the dust on the ground was removed, sure enough, he saw a corpse scattered on the ground.

It seems that this person was hanged on the noose for a long time, and after the body decomposed, the neck could not bear the weight of the body, so it broke open, and the head was just stuck in the noose, and it hung on it.

And when he was shocked just now, this skull happened to fall off, as for whether it was suicide or homicide, Zhan Jingyi was not clear.

However, looking at the distance, Zhan Jingyi estimated that the probability of him killing was relatively high, unless this guy stepped on the table, jumped up, and hung his head on the rope sleeve.

If this is really the case, Zhan Jingyi should admire it, this guy committed suicide very boldly and innovatively.

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