Mysterious Recovery

Everyone was holding white lanterns, standing in the clearing among this old forest.

There are a total of five old tombs in this open space. One of the old tombs has collapsed. The tombstones are all lying on the ground. But looking at the traces, the collapsed old tomb seems to have happened recently.

Besides.

There is a blue and white bowl in front of the tombstones of these five old tombs. Inside is a bowl of white rice. The white rice is well-defined, half-baked, and not decaying, and there is no clean dust.

Obviously.

This white rice is a sacrifice for the dead.

But what Yang Jian, Li Yang, Eagle and others have to consider is how many bowls of white rice should be taken today.

Because from previous speculations, the fifth day of the ancient house is likely to be a ghost feast, and the white rice needed for this fifth day must be taken today, otherwise there will be no chance to come here again.

Everyone agrees with this statement.

I really waited until the ghost feast on the fifth day to get the white rice, I'm afraid it's no life.

"There is still plenty of time, and we still have time to think slowly, not in a hurry." Yang Xiaohua now comforted everyone.

The eagle on the side nodded: "The time is indeed sufficient, but it is not worth it for us to spend time on this issue. We will have to go to other places to see later. We can't keep thinking about a few bowls of rice here. problem."

"Five graves, five bowls of rice, Li Yang is right, one bowl is definitely not enough, at least two bowls must be taken away." Fan Xing began to ponder.

Da Qiang said: "There can only be more food, no less, less, the fifth day is not enough to deal with the ghosts in the ancient house, we will be attacked by the ghosts in the ancient house again, so we can't hesitate in this choice."

"Don’t forget, if these old tombs get out of control, the risk of our next visit here will increase. The old mansion for seven days, I think the sixth or seventh day must be a funeral. The coffin was buried in this old forest, adding a sixth grave here." The eagle reminded again.

If the fifth day is a ghost feast, then the sixth and seventh day must be a funeral.

The funeral is here.

Even the shovel is prepared in this open space, which is used for digging the graveyard.

So everyone will come here again.

But this time I took away the white rice and broke the balance here. The next funeral will be dangerous.

"Then take three bowls of rice. The quantity is more balanced." Fan Xing looked at Yang Jian, "Team Yang, what do you think of this proposal?"

The others also took a look at this moment.

Right now, Yang Jian is the only one who can call the shots. Whatever they say is only a suggestion and cannot play a decisive role.

Yang Jian was thinking too. He thought of something that happened before.

That is when Zhou Deng took a stick of incense in front of the coffin before, and then when Zhou Deng appeared in the back hall, he said that he had left a stick of incense here.

Now the old tomb in this place collapsed, and suspected Li ghost wearing high heels came out of the old tomb.

So this may be a clue.

A stick of incense for a bowl of rice?

Incense is for ghosts, and rice is for people.

"If one stick of incense is exchanged for a bowl of rice, is it possible to return to the ancient house to fetch the other two sticks of incense?" Yang Jian's expression moved.

But in order to prove this conjecture, he searched in the collapsed old grave, ignoring other people's inquiries.

"Captain, what are you looking for?" Li Yang asked.

"found it."

Yang Jian quickly found a small wooden stick in the yellow mud. Although there was only a little left, it could still be judged that it was a burnt incense.

"Where is the incense that Zhou Deng took from the old house before?" Everyone changed their expressions when they saw this.

"It turns out that, one stick of incense is exchanged for a bowl of rice, and the three sticks of incense in front of the coffin were prepared at this time." The eagle woke up and said in surprise.

Yang Jian said: "It is not certain yet, but at least it is certain that the rice can be taken away after the old tomb collapses, and there is no danger. It is just that the previous suspicion released a ghost in advance, if If a stick of incense is exchanged for a bowl of rice, does that mean we have to release two ghosts?"

"Captain, have you forgotten? The remaining two incense sticks have been extinguished and no longer burn. Zhou Deng took the incense that burned the next day." Li Yang said.

Yang Jian frowned: "You mean that Zhou Deng's incense injection is ahead of schedule? Shouldn't he bring incense to this place so early?"

"Zhou Deng, on the second day, he did the things for the third day, which caused the imbalance of the ancient house. The vigil and the funeral came together. If we follow the normal situation, we should take away the three on the third day. Zhuxiang and come here in exchange for three bowls of rice, and then deal with the ghost feast on the fifth day."

"The order is out of order. So I stayed here before the incense went out, causing the ghost here to run out of control."

"It makes sense." Fan Xing, Eagle, Daqiang and others nodded.

Several people are not stupid. Although their personalities are different, Li Yang understood the meaning of these words by saying this.

"Do the right things at the right time. Once chaos comes, danger will come. The way to survive in this ancient house is to abide by order." Yang Jian pondered.

"Go back and get incense."

He felt that this method was right, and went back the same way without hesitation.

Everyone soon came to the back hall of the ancient house.

The door of the back hall is open.

A red coffin board was placed there, especially conspicuous.

There is also an incense burner in front of the coffin, with two incense sticks inserted in it, one long and one short. The long one basically burns nothing, but the short one is almost burnt out.

The two sticks of incense have been extinguished at this moment, and the fragrance no longer wafts out.

"You take it." Yang Jian handed the white lantern to Li Yang, and then strode into the back hall.

Everything is safe.

Because it is the third day, the ghosts that appeared during the vigil on the second day no longer appear, and the remaining danger comes from outside the ancient house.

But as long as the white lantern is not lost, everyone is safe.

Yang Jian is safe on the way back.

He took the remaining two incense sticks, and then took everyone back the same way, and once again returned to the clearing of the old forest.

Two sticks of incense were inserted on the head of an old tomb respectively, and then the two bowls of white rice in front of the tombstone were taken away.

Everyone was worried, and even observed it for half an hour.

Because if something happens, they will immediately put things back.

"It seems that the judgment is accurate. Three bowls of rice are exchanged for three sticks of rice. This is a deal with the dead. The arrangement of the ancient house seems to be very meaningful. It is not just a funeral."

Yang Jian stared at the tombstones: "Let's go, let's go to another place for the rest of the time."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

On the way, Daqiang suddenly asked: "What if the incense runs out during the vigil the next day?"

"Then you won't be able to change the white rice, burn a stick of incense, you will lose a bowl of rice, incense can protect us, but that is the safety of the fifth day after the overdraft." Yang Jian said.

Fan Xing said: "How can I say that Zhou Deng helped us indirectly? If it hadn't been for him to disrupt the arrangement and report the funeral in advance, the ancient house would lose its balance and let the incense go out, otherwise we would not be able to keep the remaining two. Stick incense."

"But he also brought trouble. Without me to withstand the ghosts in the lobby the next day, all of you would die." Yang Jian said coldly.

"Leave Zhou Deng aside, the danger this time did let us know a lot of information and intelligence, so that we won't be as ignorant as the first day, and we don't know how to die in the end." Eagle said: "But the second day did not. We will all die in the back of Yang Jian's words, so we must think more clearly about the next actions."

"Now that I have taken three bowls of white rice, and the ghost feast on the fifth day is available, how can we survive tomorrow, that is, the fourth day of condolences?" Daqiang asked.

"This has to continue the discussion." Eagle said.

Everyone is still heavy.

Because the distance to the first seven is getting closer and closer, the dangers encountered later will definitely exceed those of the previous few days, and even the first seven will arrive, and the dangerous task of sending letters will also come.

And now everyone doesn't know who this letter is addressed to, only that the recipient of the letter will definitely appear in the ancient house.

At that time, an extra person, or a ghost, must be the recipient of the letter.

"It's still early. Don't waste time around the ancient house. Go and see the old forest in front." Yang Jian said, "Take advantage of this time to figure out the scene here."

Everyone agrees.

They walked around the gate of the ancient house, and then walked along a small road into the small old forest in front.

The route remains the same as when it came, without any changes.

Yang Jian carried the white lantern and walked in front. He was observing this old forest, and he felt a vague anxiety in his heart.

It seems that this old forest is very dangerous.

But he looked around, but did he see any dangerous places.

"After leaving the ancient house, the suppression of the ghost eyes disappeared." Yang Jian used the ghost eyes at this moment, peeking around.

The darkness in the old forest had no effect on him.

soon.

Everyone came to the end of this old forest.

It is a modern asphalt road, which looks out of place with the old house before, but the end of the road is invisible from the left and right. The distance is hazy, everything seems to be shrouded in mist, it seems The world is only so big that it can't be expanded anymore.

"The bus has left." Fan Xing looked at his previous position.

The ghost bus has long since disappeared, and only some blood stains remain on the ground, as well as some ordinary personal items. It seems that these things can prove that a group of people got off the bus here before and encountered a dangerous situation.

"The body is gone." said the eagle: "and..."

"And what?" Li Yang asked.

The eagle said: "It's nothing, I just think there are a few more trees on the side of the road. When I got off the car before, there didn't seem to be those trees. It may be an illusion, but I think too much."

"If you find nothing, go back." Yang Jian said, "I can't wait for the bus here."

Everyone just wanted to regret it.

At this moment, Yang Xiaohua suddenly stopped and her expression froze: "Yang Jian, wait a minute, I, I seem to have stepped on something."

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"Huh?" Yang Jian looked at Yang Xiaohua's feet.

Yang Xiaohua was wearing a pair of running shoes, but the place where she stood was slightly raised, and there seemed to be something.

After carefully moving his foot away, he found that what he was stepping on was actually a pale palm.

"A dead hand?" The eagle was subconsciously alert.

Yang Jian then handed the lantern to Li Yang, then walked over and gestured.

Yang Xiaohua nodded, immediately jumped away, and then hid away.

Yang Jian held Bo's hand with the split spear in his hand.

There was no reaction, and there were no corpses on his hands, and no signs of decay. Although the color was paler, it was still fresh.

If it's a dead body, it must be the one that has just dried up.

He looked in the direction of the arm and found that the palm was extending from the direction of Lao Lin next to him.

"It's the ghost master who died here before." Yang Jian said, and then squatted down. He stretched out his black ghost hand and grabbed the cold arm directly.

Reach out and pull.

A dead body was dragged out by him from the mud beside it.

The corpse was a little familiar.

But what makes people feel weird is that a piece of yellow paper is stuck on the face of this dead body.

The yellow paper is so big that it almost covers the entire face, but it is incomplete, and it is impossible to cover all the faces.

"It's Zhou Deng." Fan Xing immediately exclaimed.

He knows Zhou Deng. He and Zhou Deng have already greeted him on the bus. Both of them are ghost wielders belonging to the headquarters. They are relatively familiar with each other, even if Zhou Deng’s face is covered with yellow paper now. , He can still tell at a glance.

"The clothes and body shape are indeed Zhou Deng. He is dead." Yang Jian confirmed that Zhou Deng's body was cold. Although it was not stiff, it had no vitality.

"Walking around is not superficial, and it is normal to die." Daqiang took a sip: "You have to throw this guy's body farther to avoid getting bad luck on your body."

The eagle said: "In fact, he doesn't know what will happen in the ancient house. He is also trying to survive, just choosing the wrong method."

He doesn't hate this Zhou Deng, because he didn't want to hurt others in the past, just like to wander around by himself.

And when Zhou Deng disappeared in the end, he took the initiative to carry the lantern and led away the ghost, not deliberately adding chaos to everyone.

"People are already dead, so it doesn't matter."

Yang Jian said, "It's just why he died here? I remember he was holding a lantern in his hand before he left. According to the current situation, he will not be attacked by ghosts as long as the lantern does not leave his hand."

"Who knows, anything can happen in this place." Li Yang shook his head.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but just looked at the yellow paper covering Zhou Deng's face, thought for a moment, and stretched out the black ghost hand to tear the yellow paper off.

Although the yellow paper sticks tightly to the face, it is not sticky, and it tears easily.

The yellow paper was torn off.

A strange face was revealed, and this face was not Zhou Deng's at all.

But the next moment, Zhou Deng suddenly opened his eyes, then opened his mouth, gasping for breath, as if he was about to suffocate.

Everyone was startled, and stepped back subconsciously.

Yang Jian was holding a split spear in his hand, and the long coffin nail was about to fall to Zhou Deng's forehead~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wait, wait a minute. "Zhou Deng hurriedly stretched out his hand.

The nail in the coffin stopped in front of Zhou Deng's forehead.

One second later, Yang Jian was about to penetrate his head and nail it to the ground.

"Alive?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, a little surprised.

"I'm not dead at all, Team Yang, I'm really done if you fall this thing."

Zhou Deng hurriedly turned over and sat up. He stretched out his hand to tear off a human skin mask on his face, and then returned to Pin's original appearance.

"Not dead? It doesn't matter, I can give you a ride." Yang Jian said.

"Team Yang, everyone is a colleague, why is this unfeeling? I should have nowhere to offend Team Yang." Zhou Deng's eyelids jumped.

Fan Xing scolded: "You dare to say that you have no place to offend Team Yang. You guy almost killed us all. If it weren't for walking around with white lanterns, how could the ancient house lose its balance? Yesterday, the group was almost destroyed. You see, only this few people are left dead now."

Zhou Deng looked at the others.

It was found that the number of people was indeed pitiful. Compared with the number of people on the first day, it was almost 60% cut.

"I almost died, if I wanted to harm you, how could I kill myself too?" Zhou Deng patted the dust and stood up.

Yang Jian looked at him coldly.

This guy is really unintentional, otherwise he wouldn't be buried here, there must be an accident midway.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng said: "This is not a place to talk now. Let's leave this forest before talking."

"Where is your lantern?" the eagle asked.

"Snatched away." Zhou Deng said this with a somewhat distracted and lingering expression.