The lights flickered, and a strange smell suddenly filled the mourning hall.

The smell of burning wax is mixed with a disgusting stench.

"Why does it stink so much?"

Zhang Jiao, who was standing next to the ice coffin, instinctively sniffed, raised his head to look at the constantly flickering incandescent lamp, and then lowered his head to find the wiring and plug board that had been pulled over.

He thought that the plug was not plugged in properly when the mourning hall was arranged during the day, which caused poor contact and scorched the flower thread on the board.

didn't notice it, Zhou Damiao in the ice coffin suddenly opened his eyes, there was no trace of brilliance in his dead eyes, and he stared straight at him who was constantly looking for the line.

The cold air in the ice coffin seemed to leak, spreading out from the coffin, constantly emitting outward, and the entire mourning hall became more and more cold.

"The wiring is good, and the voltage can't be unstable in the middle of the night! Could it be that the light bulb is broken?"

Zhang Jiao carried the socket, looked at the powerful light bulb that was flickering more and more, and wondered if to change the bulb first.

Seems a little cold?

He subconsciously rubbed his bare arm, without thinking in any other direction, and didn't feel that the scene in front of him had become eerie and terrifying, just like the precursor to the attack of evil ghosts in horror movies.

The scene in front of him was really not seen by Zhang Jiao, his family has opened a shroud shop for four or five generations, and if you push it back for decades, when cremation was not popular, in the old courtyard of his family, which side house did not put two or three coffins.

Under the dim tungsten lamp, a group of children hid and played around in various rooms full of wreaths, paper money, paper horses, and paper people, no one was afraid, and Zhang Jiao was even more accustomed to these funeral place items that ordinary people looked unlucky and felt panicked when they touched them.

But just as he was about to go back to Miaozi's house to get a spare light bulb, an inadvertent look made his whole body tense up and down instantly, and a chill mixed with the coldness of the outside world rushed from the tail bone to the Tianling Gai, making his hairs stand on end, and the whole person trembled in place.

"Miao... Miaozi?"

Miao Zi in the ice coffin had opened his eyes at some point, and a strange smile appeared on his face, which had been cleaned up by the Rong Master.

He stared straight at Zhang Jiao, his dead pupils moving with Zhang Jiao's moving figure.

Zhang Jiao inadvertently saw the scene of the eyeballs in Miao Zi's eyes, and the whole person trembled in place.

He wanted to run, but for some reason, his body didn't react at all, and he couldn't move at all. He struggled hard, and his mouth let out a whimpering cry for help, but he didn't get the slightest response.

I don't know when, he was already lying on the transparent lid of the ice coffin, Miao Zi's round face was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and the smile on Miao Zi's face became more and more weird when the cold air was permeated.

A large amount of cold air diffused from the ice coffin, quickly penetrating the entire mourning hall, like a thick fog, leaving only a gray patch, and it was impossible to see anything.

A voice that seemed to be vague, eerie and slightly familiar suddenly echoed in Zhang Jiao's heart.

"That's what you said!"

For a moment, Zhang Jiao felt as if he was being choked by a big cold hand and couldn't move, and the yin wind blew through every inch of his body, as if something had entered his body.

Cold, gloomy, painful, panicked, dismembering him layer by layer like a boning knife.

Gradually, his heart began to stop beating, and his body gradually turned blue and cold.

"Am I going to die?"

When he was dying, there was not much consciousness left, Zhang Jiao seemed to see a touch of vermilion gilt luster burst out of Miaozi's corpse and came towards him.

Then he fell into unconscious darkness.

Zhang Jiao didn't know that at this moment, countless vermilion gilt-like luster was circulating throughout his entire body, as if chasing and driving something, and outlining a series of complex and mysterious incantations.

The incantations swirled around his body and changed shape, eventually converging in the center of his brow to form an edict of countless spells.

At the moment when this edict was formed, Zhang Jiao's body trembled sharply, his face was hideous, his mouth and nose were open, and wisps of gray-white cold breath were about to float out of his mouth and nose, looking like he wanted to escape.

But the edict in his brow shimmered with a golden and red light, spreading straight throughout his body, tightly entangling these auras that wanted to escape, and pulling them back into his body.

Then, everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened, except for Zhang Jiao, who rolled off the ice coffin and collapsed beside him.

The body of Zhou Damiao in the coffin was lying there peacefully, his expression stiff, and he couldn't see the evil just now.

At four o'clock in the morning, there was still an hour before dawn, and there was already a sound of people on the main street near Tianyuan Lane.

The sanitation workers have already picked up their tools and started sweeping the streets, and the various food stalls on both sides of the road have also been busy to start a new day's work.

Time flew by, and around five o'clock, the newborn sun showed its face to the whole world.

The soft glow sprinkled down, warm and warm.

The sunlight shining on his face through the white cloth above the mourning hall slowly opened his eyes, and only after slowly breathing out of the air did he struggle to stand up and stand in front of the ice coffin.

Zhang Jiao looked at the corpse in the coffin with a gloomy expression, and the fingertips caressing his eyebrows flashed with a hint of gold and red until the edict faded.

"Zhou Da Miao, Zhou Da Miao, we have known each other for almost 20 years, but I didn't expect you to be a fucking talent! ”

After a long time, after taking another look at Miaozi's body, he turned around and walked out of the inner room of the mourning hall to the outside, took out the incense wax again, lit it, placed it in its original position, and then found a bench and leaned his head against the wall.

"Heavenly Book Volume Seven, Fang Tian's Edict, the Five Realms of Heaven, Earth, Man, God and Ghost?"

At around half past six, the masters of Bai Shi rushed over one after another to start today's preparations.

Not long after the construction started here, Guo Chenglin and Haozi also rushed over together, and discussed the preparation of letting Zhang Jiao go back to rest first, after all, they had been watching all night.

"Okay, then I'll go back to sleep and call me if there's something. ”

Zhang Jiao didn't refuse, after all, he was really not very comfortable at this time, his body was aching everywhere, and his brain was even more chaotic.

Before leaving, I also saw that the chief manager Yang Shi was pulling Haozi and the noodle master to calculate how many vegetables to buy today, how many catties of meat, and how many tables to put up, after all, these are all to be accounted for.

But Zhang Jiao couldn't care about it so much, I don't know why, he felt more and more uncomfortable at this time, his whole body was in pain, and the sunlight above his head was also a little dazzling, and the white flowers in front of his eyes were very uncomfortable.

Out of Tianyuan Lane, Zhang Jiao stopped a taxi and rushed directly to the old courtyard on Donglin Street, he just wanted to rest now, and he didn't plan to open the store.

The old courtyard is a courtyard house built in the fifties and sixties, and the brick bungalow has only one floor.

Due to the small number of people, Zhang Jiao has not maintained much in the past, so compared with the newly built private house not far from the side, it looks particularly dilapidated.

After returning to the familiar room, Zhang Jiao fell into bed and fell asleep.

said that he had fallen asleep, but he always felt the same as if he hadn't slept, his consciousness was very awake, and he even knew that he was sleeping and dreaming, but he couldn't wake up, but he kept wandering in all kinds of dream hallucinations that he couldn't see and hear.

Sullen, depressing, terrifying.

The strange scenes in the dream made him almost out of breath, there was no logic, no rules, and he couldn't think and understand.

"Wake up, wake up. ”

He knew he wasn't asleep, but he just couldn't wake up.

A large amount of gray-white mist seeped out of the corners of his mouth, nose and eyes, converging into a humanoid mist body pressing on him, covering his mouth, covering his eyes, plugging his ears, choking his throat, and shaking his head.

These things desperately wanted to tear him apart and kill him, but every time at this time, the edict in Zhang Jiaomei's heart would shoot out a golden and red light, directly scattering it.

The whole ordeal lasted for several hours, and it was only when the sun was hanging high in the sky and shining into a courtyard house blocked by the surrounding houses that Zhang Jiao regained consciousness and came to his senses.

Ho!!ho!!

He gasped heavily, his eyes bulged out, he was covered in sweat, and his whole body seemed to collapse.

After a long while, he stood up tremblingly, trying to go to the bathroom to wash his face and sober himself up.

"Is this the ghost realm in Fang Tian's edict of heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts?

Zhang Jiao looked at the one in the mirror who didn't look like himself at all, and his heart was full of hesitation.

"Can you really live with this? That's how Miaozi died..."

Before he could think any further, the nightmare struck again.

Zhang Jiao in the mirror suddenly winked at him, opened his mouth in laughter, and countless blood gushed out of his mouth, dyeing the mirror in front of him into a bloody color.

Zhang Jiao was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and before he could react, a strong feeling of nausea spread from his stomach to his throat, the corners of his mouth instinctively opened wide, and the rich smell of blood filled his mouth and nose.

Vomit!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Jiao half-bent over, covering his mouth tightly, his eyes full of despair.

Boom!

Just as the next wave of vomiting came up, a sound like a morning bell suddenly reached his ears, Zhang Jiao was shocked, and the strong vomiting sensation magically subsided a little.

He subconsciously stood up straight, but his feet were weak, his body staggered, and the whole person fell towards the door of the bathroom, and then the whole person disappeared.

"Huh, was he chosen?"

In the distance, a figure stared at the room from afar, letting out a surprised exclamation.