"I don't know~"

Bao Lebin shook his head honestly, indicating that he had just fallen into a coma.

"Tsk~"

Jiang Xiao patted Bao Lebin's shoulder and said with emotion.

"I didn't expect that you are so greedy for life and afraid of death on weekdays, and you dare to rush up at a critical moment to try to drive away these ghosts."

Hearing Jiang Xiao say this, Bao Lebin's face also showed a trace of embarrassment, saying that this was what he should do.

"Anyway, I live in a funeral home, and if this place falls, I won't end well."

By this time it was already dark.

Martin's atmosphere here is also particularly oppressive and tense.

He also seemed to realize that he had been deceived by the little girl.

"What now? Me, I seem to have really come back with dirty stuff. ”

The stakes were high, and Martin didn't hide it, and told all the things about the note and the urn he saw in the cave.

"It's not bad for me, whether it's that little girl, or the note, it's leading me back to the funeral home, I thought. Ay! ”

Martin slapped his thigh with regret.

"I, I was so confused that I would believe those inexplicable words."

His voice trembled a little, and his hands unconsciously stroked the patterns on the urn.

It's as if a trace of temperature can be found in this cold container.

The curator looked at Martin's appearance with a frown, he knew that now was not the time to blame, they needed to find a solution to the problem.

"Night's watchman, can you feel something coming in with Martin?"

As for the night watchman.

His face has been ugly since he went out, and at this time he was almost squeezing out of his teeth.

"Something's coming in, I feel. There seems to be more than one. ”

!

Nobody wants to deal with this!

Especially the curator and the night watchman, who are already weak-minded.

That's why I deliberately buried the ashes of these people so far away and hidden, just because I was afraid that these things would be recovered

But then again.

What kind of shit luck did this Martin take from Nima, which can be dug up by him?

It's okay now~

The Great Grievance Seed (Grievance Soul) came with it, and the atmosphere became even more anxious for a while.

The curator, who had hesitated for a long time, proposed, "If it really doesn't work, let's go and hide there."

Where to go?

The Night's Watchman's face was full of defiance, and he had a psychological shadow over the terrifying big guy.

"Where are you going?"

Martin asked nervously, he didn't want the two of them to run away and leave him alone at the funeral home.

Before they could finish speaking, the conversation between the three was interrupted by a violent cough.

"It's late, they're already here!"

The Night's Watch has an eagle-like gaze, but as can be seen by his constantly swaying nose, his primary method of judgment is his sense of smell.

"There really is more than one."

Martin stared blankly at the window outside.

I saw that there were more than a dozen ghosts over there, at least a dozen unclean existences.

And one of them he was very familiar with, the little girl under the willow tree.

The urn in his hand is like a beacon, providing a route for these wandering lonely ghosts to "go home".

A red-faced imp jumped up and stopped at the door of the funeral home.

It is not difficult to see from the appearance of his probe that he wants to come in, but he seems to be afraid of something.

Martin's first instinct was to run away, but he was stopped by the curator.

"Don't run! If you don't want to die, don't move! ”

With a sudden stop, Martin stopped in place, looking at the curator in confusion and fear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't show a scared expression, just hold steady, just survive tonight, and tomorrow we can rearrange the seal."

This.

Martin is not stupid, he can roughly guess the current situation through the curator's words and the expression of the little ghost outside.

The curator's voice was low and powerful, carefully sweeping the hall before finally freezing on Martin's nervous face.

"Listen, this funeral parlor is not an ordinary building, every brick, every door and window, has been specially designed to form a complex field."

"This realm is like a barrier that protects us from the unclean things out there."

Martin's eyes widened, as if trying to digest the curator's words.

"But!" The curator's voice suddenly sank: "Because of the urn that you big fool brought back, this balance has been broken now, and those things, they can now feel that the realm here has weakened, so they are ready to move." ”

"Still." The curator continued, "We still have a glimmer of life, these things, although powerful, are also timid, and they are also mentally and intellectually low, and if we can stay calm and not show fear, they may think that the realm is still impregnable and choose to retreat. ”

Martin clutched the urn tightly, cold sweat oozing from his palms, but he still managed to keep his breathing steady.

Normally, shouldn't a funeral home be the worst?

Today, I learned that this kind of place is not only different from what I imagined, but also has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

Actually, think about it from another perspective.

It's like a pig slaughterhouse and the like, and some pigs and cows will be scared and shake like chaff when they pass by.

So.

Now it's just a matter of pretending not to be afraid?

Both Martin and the curator need to learn from the Night's Watch.

I saw that the latter's face didn't have any strange expression at all, but looked at the little ghost baby outside with a little provocation.

There is a sense of déjà vu that you are going to shout "come here" in the next second!

The curator is still calm.

Calmly paced to the coffee table, and slowly made himself a pot of tea.

It fully embodies what it means to not panic and not tremble.

It's an old-timer.

Martin was a little worse, but after all, he was born in special forces, so he quickly stabilized and sat directly opposite the curator to drink with him.

It looks like that.

However, this picture makes it easy for people in the live broadcast room to think of some famous scenes

[Should I say it or not, I remember that in the ancient days of the Dragon Kingdom, it seems that a famous military strategist also used a similar method to scare off the enemy army? 】

[Turtle, I don't even know our empty city plan~]

[I'm not from the Dragon Country, I don't know if it's normal! 】

[Don't blow it, don't blow it, I think the acting skills of these three people are better than some stars. 】

[Can it be done if it is not bullish? If it's not awesome, it's going to be gone! If you put a gun on an actor's head, his acting skills will skyrocket. 】

With the blessing of the acting skills of the three, the effect is certainly remarkable.

At the very least, the little ghost outside didn't seem to have any intention of coming in, and kept hanging in front of the door.

Among them, there is also a reason why this product is not very smart in the first place, otherwise he would not have been ridiculed by Jiang Xiao and ran away.

(End of chapter)