Mysterious Recovery

Under the dim sky.

Next to the weird ancient house, there was a sparse sound. Everyone was digging under the dirt along a dark and weird old tree with lanterns, and it seemed that they had been dug for a while.

A pit gradually appeared in front of him.

The soil in the pit was also blackened, revealing a rancid smell, like it was formed by decay and deterioration after mixing with some blood.

This kind of soil is familiar, like the grave soil of Fushou Garden in Dahai City.

It is a mixture of mud and flesh and blood, not as simple as ordinary mud.

The soil is very loose and messy, and everyone can easily dig it with the simplest tools. When the digging is about one meter away, a distorted outline of a corpse emerges. This is a rotten corpse. Entangled with tree roots, as if the tree had grown up taking the nourishment of the corpse.

The corpse is weird, and the tree is very weird.

"Black-clothed corpse, no." Zhou Deng glanced at it and shook his head immediately.

"Fill the dirt back." Yang Jian said.

Others felt very disappointed and could only continue to get busy again, filling back the dirt that was dug up with difficulty.

This process can only be done manually.

Because this old forest has supernatural powers, Yang Jian's ghost realm cannot be affected, otherwise he can directly use ghost eyes to peek into the mud, and even transfer the corpse directly.

it is a pity.

He can't do it.

Naturally, other people can't do it, so they can only use the most awkward and least efficient method to dig tree after tree.

No one knows what can be dug, what can be dug, and there is no bottom in his heart.

Due to the limitation of the white lanterns, everyone couldn't separate too far. At most, they could only ensure that two trees were excavated at the same time. If they were farther away, they were worried that they would be attacked by nearby ghosts.

Although it was safe now, everyone hadn't forgotten it, and Li Gui wandered around.

"Here." Suddenly, Li Yang next to him said.

They are digging another tree.

Half of the corners of the white clothes were exposed under the soil. Although they were stained with dirt, they could still be clearly distinguished.

It's just that this piece of clothing is very damaged, and pits have rotted out, as if it is about to oxidize and break at any time. No one knows how long the clothing under this old tree has been buried.

"It's really the same as Zhou Deng said, with white clothes." Fan Xing looked a little surprised.

He didn't believe it before, but now that the evidence is in front of him, he has to believe it.

Continue to dig out the dirt next to it.

Everyone can see clearly what is under the soil.

A rotten and black corpse, without flesh and blood, only the skeleton is left. It is not clear whether it is a male or a female. It is not wearing white clothes, but wrapped in a white cloth, like a shroud, just now. This white shroud rotted a lot, or something changed after it was buried.

The corpse came out of the shroud.

Yang Jian immediately stretched out the ripped spear and directly picked up the white shroud with a coffin nail.

It went well, there were no abnormalities and changes.

"Take it out, a tattered white shroud?" Zhou Deng looked at it and recognized it at a glance. He seemed very experienced.

After Yang Jian stretched out his hand and took it off, he shook it gently, and shook the soil away, revealing a piece of torn white cloth.

"It's like a tablecloth, where it looks like a shroud." The eagle glanced at it and said, "You see this cloth is square, it looks like a table."

"Is this really useful? It's hard to believe." Li Yang became suspicious.

Yang Jian said, "Who knows, let's keep looking for it. We have a lot of people. It is still a bit difficult to find enough mourning clothes for each of us in the remaining time."

"Be prepared, let's look for it first." Fan Xing nodded.

Everyone started to take action again, digging along the old trees next to the ancient house.

The probability of white mourning is really small.

It was even a little small. During the excavation, everyone found a lot of weird corpses. Some of these corpses were highly decomposed, some were only bones, and some were strange and terrifying, and they were still fresh. The skin was pale and not bloody. Besides, it's not even stiff.

But when this kind of corpse was dug up, he would stop and bury it immediately by default, and he didn't dare to continue to mess around.

The trees here seem to be at least several decades old. After so many years, the corpse has not rotted and remained fresh. One can imagine why it is not a corpse, but a sleeping ghost. If this happens, Li Gui wakes up and wonders what kind of danger will happen.

In addition, they dug up some incomplete things.

For example, a half-dead head, with eyes wide open when digging the soil, is gray and dim, and there is no sign of decay.

There are even two corpses walking in some pits. The two corpses are highly decomposed, but the corpses are connected to each other, as if they were a baby, but they are not the size of a baby, but an adult. Body shape, the conjoined corpse had a strange and hideous appearance, while the other corpse was painful and distorted.

It was as if a ghost was invading a living person's body.

Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately buried the soil without further excavation.

With the passage of time, everyone's heart began to become a little anxious, because the mourning clothes in their hands were not enough, far from enough.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Daqiang, Eagle, Yang Xiaohua, Fan Xing, Zhou Deng, and an unfamiliar ghost wielder, the total number of people is eight people, and at least eight mourning clothes must be found to successfully cope with tomorrow’s Condolences.

If there is no way to gather the mourning suits by twelve one, then someone will be in danger because of the lack of this thing.

"Only three were found, and there is still an hour left. I'm afraid it will be difficult to go on like this." The eagle frowned, and he looked at Yang Jian.

This is a hidden danger.

Once you can't deal with it, there will be a fight due to uneven distribution of accounts. Even if you don't do it, there will be a lot of conflicts later.

Yang Jian didn't speak, one of his ghost eyes turned restlessly: "Keep digging, find as many as you can find, and the rest depends on the situation."

Everyone kept working without saying a word at this moment.

At eleven thirty, luck seemed to come back a bit, and everyone dug up a mourning dress again, but I don’t know if it was counted, because under the white mourning dress was a dead baby, and the dead baby seemed to be still there. Unformed, connected to the umbilical cord, as if it had just been taken out of the belly.

But what is frightening is that the weird baby's belly is still lying together, as if breathing and sleeping.

Yang Jian looked at it, pondered, and took the mourning gown away, because there were only four pieces in his hand, which was still not enough, although the unformed baby looked terrifying, and even more in shape than the other corpses. It's all good, but at this moment, I can't care if it will provoke these supernatural things.

Tomorrow will not survive and everything will be in vain.

The time has come to 11:50 in the evening.

At this time everyone had already stopped, because the remaining time was not enough to dig and play a tree.

"That's it. It seems that there are only so many to be found. The rest is really no way. This thing is too tricky. We dig all the way from there, take turns to rest, take turns to work, basically nothing for six hours. Intermittently." The eagle panted, very tired.

The tools in hand are not good, otherwise the efficiency will be faster.

Yang Jian didn't rest for a moment. He used the ghost to dig, and the speed was very fast, but no matter how fast he was, the range of the white lantern was limited.

"It feels like everything is calculated. We only found four mourning clothes with a lantern. There are eight people here, and there are two lanterns. If you carry two lanterns, you might be able to find them. Eight pieces to meet all our needs."

Zhou Deng thought a little.

"I'm not to blame you for losing a lantern. What do you mean by saying this now?" Fan Xing complained.

"What should I do now? There are only four items. Half of the people can't share it. Is it possible to let the other half die?"

As soon as this was said, the faces of the others changed.

The most disturbing is Yang Xiaohua, she is an ordinary person, if she wants to eliminate half of them, she will definitely be unavoidable.

"I don't need it. I have the music box that Yang Jian gave me in my mind. I won't necessarily be killed." Eagle said, and he voluntarily gave up a spot.

Because he also knew that the curse of the Music Box would definitely die after a few days, so he didn't want to argue at this time, it was meaningless.

After there was no hope of surviving, he saw a lot of it.

The reason why I am still working so hard is to try to leave here to meet my children, live a normal life in a few days, and say goodbye to the world.

"Now is not the time to discuss this, the changes on the fourth day have begun..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he slightly raised his head and looked into the air.

"Woo! Woo!"

night.

got windy.

The cold wind blew the treetops of the old forest, shook the entire forest, and made a whining sound, like something crying in the woods. It was similar to the crying sound that appeared on the first day, but it was more real. , It's more clear, not the kind of seeming and non-existent feeling.

"boom!"

next moment.

A weird old tree was blown by the wind, and it lost its balance and fell directly to the ground.

"Um?"

When everyone looked at it, their eyes shrank suddenly.

"That tree was the first tree we dug up before..."

The words are not over yet.

The second tree arrived. It was the second tree dug up by the crowd.

Then the third tree, the fourth tree, the fifth tree...one tree after another tree fell to the ground by the wind, those old trees are undoubtedly Yang Jian they dug before. It was the same whether they moved the corpse under the tree or not.

"We obviously didn't move the root of the tree when we dug, and we were careful to avoid it." Yang Xiaohua shuddered slightly at this moment.

Yang Jian's eyes condensed: "The spirit is out of balance. That's it. It's totally unreasonable. Even if you just dig up the dirt and the corpse is not touched, maybe a certain balance has been broken. The fourth day of condolences was originally very dangerous. Yes, according to the previous judgment, the ancient house should be more and more dangerous day by day, until the arrival of the first seven."

"There are still five minutes to twelve o'clock." The eagle said immediately after checking the time.

The trees are still falling down, without exception.

The six pits dug out before disappearing seemed to be a life-threatening signal, and the danger was being released right now, even by their own hands.

"You can't blame me for this. Everyone has done it just now. By the way, I don't want to be mourned tomorrow. Just treat it as my compensation for everyone. This time is always interesting." Zhou Deng was scared at this time. Being pointed at by everyone, hurriedly cleared the responsibility.

Even withdrew from the quota of mourning clothes.

The withdrawal of him and the previous Eagles made others feel relieved.

Because the probability of survival is greater.

"Wow..."

Another row of trees fell, and at this time the baby's cry echoed in the old forest.

Hearing this cry, everyone immediately thought of the strange baby who hadn't formed before. The baby was asleep before, but now it seems to be awake...

"The baby wakes up. You are familiar with this stuff like Yang Jian. You have experience in dealing with ghost babies, so you can rely on you when that happens." Zhou Deng said immediately.

Yang Jian's eyes sank: "Don't waste time, go back to the old house. You can't stay outside here. The funeral report on the third day is over."

"Hurry up." Everyone didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned and hurried towards the old house.

The cold wind on the road continued to blow.

The pale light emitted from the lantern in Yang Jian's hand was also shaking, as if it had been affected, giving people the illusion that they would be extinguished at any time.

Fortunately, everyone is not far away from the old house, and they have reserved time in advance.

soon.

Everyone entered the ancient house again, and went straight to the lobby. This time they had experience, and everyone remembered to close the door.

"Time." Yang Jian asked.

"It's eleven and fifty-nine." Eagle said.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately began to distribute the mourning clothes. He directly threw one to Li Yang, then one to Daqiang, and the other to Fan Xing.

Although he was very dissatisfied with that guy, but at this moment, he can no longer be arrogant, because he is a useful existence.

"Then, what about me?" Yang Xiaohua's voice was trembling, she looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian still has one in his hand, but it is his own by default, because it is impossible for anyone to compete with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but just looked at Zhou Deng: "As compensation, I took out a piece of yellow paper for her to use ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Forget the blame for the past."

Zhou Deng's eyes moved. He knew that Yang Jian still had one in his hand, but he didn't ask why Yang Jian didn't use it. He just nodded: "I am not responsible for what went wrong."

"You don't need to be responsible." Yang Jian said.

"it is good."

Zhou Deng took out a piece of yellow paper and walked to Yang Xiaohua.

Those assigned to mourning clothes began to wear them immediately.

At the same time it was twelve o'clock.

A gloomy wind poured in from the patio not far from the lobby, and instantly invaded this ancient house. This wind made people feel chilly, and even the lantern in Yang Jian's hand was suddenly extinguished at this moment. .

The wind blew out the lantern.

The pale light also disappeared.

"Sure enough, this lantern will be useless on the fourth day. Like the previous incense, it is all life-saving things in the front, but in the next few days, these life-saving effects will disappear." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

He already realized this, so he didn't feel a pity.

Throw the lantern aside.

Yang Jian immediately put the mourning clothes on him.

"Bang! Bang!"

Sudden.

Two loud noises came, and the door of the ancient house was pushed abruptly by something, and there were two loud noises.

Immediately afterwards, they heard rapid footsteps coming in from outside the old house.

"The ghost is coming."

Everyone's complexion changed drastically.

Although I knew that the fourth day's condolences were very dangerous, I didn't expect it to be so direct.

The ghost forest got out of control, and Li Gui invaded the ancient house directly.

The door is unstoppable.

On the first day, the ghost only dared to slap the door, even if the door was open, he did not dare to set foot here.

It was only the fourth day, and I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.