Mysterious Recovery

The night in the countryside is exceptionally quiet.

There were not many people in this village, and it was late at night. The old people in the village must have gone to bed early, so the whole village seemed to have entered another world at night.

Being quiet is a little depressing, even scary.

But at the entrance of the village.

A house is a bit uncharacteristic.

The door of this house opened, and the lights were on inside.

In the middle of the lobby, a vermilion lacquer coffin was neatly placed there. In front of the coffin, two white candles that were almost burnt were burning. The candlelight flickered, reflecting some weird dark shadows on the surrounding walls. It swayed, giving people an inexplicable gloom.

On the table in front of the coffin was placed a portrait of a young man. The portrait seemed to be covered with a thick fog at night. It was not very clear, only the outline of the portrait was seen.

It reveals a kind of weirdness.

"Where did the people in the village go? Normally, there are people who guard the funeral night."

A group of people came from not far away, they stood in front of this house,

Through the open door they can clearly see everything inside.

"This village is originally weird. A ghost wanders around the village unscrupulously at night. These villagers can still live here as if nothing has happened." Zhang Yiming said solemnly: "In the daytime, I felt a bit too much here. normal now."

"Indeed, this village is normal and weird." Zhang Han nodded.

It is because of this normality that a kind of deception has arisen, and they even doubt whether there is a ghost here.

But what happened tonight has proved this, and there are indeed ghosts in this village.

And a ghostly village itself is abnormal.

Normal people know that there is a real ghost in the village and have moved away a long time ago, and it is impossible to continue living in the village, even if it is an old man whose homeland is hard to leave.

"Don't worry about this village for now, let's solve the immediate problems first. If this ghost is really in this room, it would be easy to handle, solve it, and all problems will be solved." Ye Jun said.

"Don't be too optimistic. Now someone has died, and he is still a ghost master. The next person to die may be you or me."

Ouyang Tian said with a gloomy face.

Zhang Yiming opened his mouth and said: "It's true that you can't be optimistic, but you can't do nothing. Now that you have made up your mind, let's go in and take a look."

Everyone's hearts were stunned, and their eyes couldn't help but stay on the coffin in the hall.

Yang Jian followed behind without saying a word.

It is better for him to keep a low profile at this time.

soon.

Several people walked into the house with vigilance.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as I entered, I felt that the temperature dropped instantly, and a cold breath enveloped the whole body, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"This coffin may be a bit evil. Don't move it for now to avoid any unforeseen accidents. Go around in another room. If you find nothing, then come back here and come back to such a big place, even if you have encountered that ghost. It's not that you will be killed without any reaction. If something goes wrong, you will just call out, and everyone will rush to support you." Zhang Yiming said in a low voice.

Not sure if this ghost is in this house.

If you are, you must find a way to find out.

"Yes, but you can't separate too much, you must keep a certain distance." Ye Jun nodded.

Yang Jian stared at the coffin for a long time before gradually retracting his gaze.

"Zhang Yiming's method is right. This coffin is really wrong when placed here. Anyone with a brain knows it, so it is the safest way not to move it. At least for now, everyone is safe. Wait until the surroundings are safe. It's not too late."

With this thought in mind, he began to search the house after the others dispersed.

You can keep a low profile at this time, but you can never paddle.

Must work together.

The house has three floors and each floor has three or four rooms. The structure is not complicated. It takes less than two minutes for a few people to turn around.

But just when they just turned around and left the lobby temporarily.

The portrait placed in front of the coffin changed slightly under the flickering candlelight.

Half of the face of the man on the portrait was covered by darkness, as if rotted away, and a cold and weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, the candlelight beside him quickly dimmed, and the flame on the candle seemed to be suppressed by something. Lost the power of combustion, gradually there is a tendency to extinguish.

The light in the lobby began to recede, and the darkness outside gradually suppressed.

It's just that no ghost master has noticed this change.

"Did you find anything?"

Zhang Han walked out of a room and saw Yang Jian in the corridor asking in a low voice.

A ghost eye grew out of Yang Jian's forehead to ensure that there were no dead ends in his field of vision.

"No, not only did not find the ghost, even the guardian was not found, if I guess it is correct, then this whole house should have no one person in the day where the people went? Zhang Yiming is right, this The whole village is a bit abnormal. He dare not continue to gamble, so he proposed to retreat before."

He also walked out of a room and confirmed that there was nothing unusual.

Excessive vigilance seems to scare myself a bit.

"Go downstairs and gather, and prepare to move the coffin. If there is no one in the house, it is very likely that the coffin is not a corpse, but a ghost."

But just when Yang Jian just turned around and planned to go downstairs.

Suddenly.

"Cough, cough cough."

A weak and feeble sound, like a sickly cough, suddenly rang from the room behind him.

Suddenly, Yang Jian felt cold behind his back, and he was shocked in a cold sweat.

impossible.

He had clearly looked for the room just now, and there was no ghost at all. How did the cough appear?

"Yang Jian~!"

Zhang Han turned his head abruptly, his complexion instantly turned hideous, his body was a little abnormal, as if his joints were twisting or breaking.

Already on the verge of using the power of ghosts.

"I come."

Without saying a word, Yang Jian turned around and rushed over, kicking the half-covered door open.

The dim room does not affect his vision.

The ghost eyes on his forehead could see everything in the room clearly, as if it was covered with a red halo.

However

There was nothing in the house, no ghosts.

There is no coughing.

"It's gone." Yang Jian's heart shuddered.

"Damn it, have you been tricked?" Zhang Han was frightened and angry.

Just now, the ghost was by his side.

Close at hand.

"It's absolutely impossible for a ghost to disappear out of thin air, unless" Yang Jian felt his whole body tense.

Unless, this ghost has a ghost domain.

Only in this way could the ghost, codenamed the sick ghost, appear anywhere in the village.

"Tap, step to step~!"

Suddenly.

In the dark corridor, a footstep downstairs suddenly rang.

"In the corridor." Zhang Han rushed over with a grim expression.

At this time, you must not retreat. When you should rush forward, you must rush, because you will die faster if you are afraid of death.

Zhang Han rushed into the corridor faster than Yang Jian.

There is only a three-story house, and the stairs are not long.

In less than a few seconds, Zhang Han caught up with the sound of footsteps going downstairs.

"impossible."

A unanimous voice echoed in the stairs, with inexplicable shock.

It was not a ghost who hit head-on, but Zhang Yiming and others.

When they were investigating downstairs, they heard a strange footstep suddenly walking upstairs, ready to rush over to find out the situation, only to see Zhang Han.

The scene in the village before was repeated.

"Don't be impulsive, your own person." Zhang Yiming took the lead in reacting and snorted.

"This happened again. We were all attracted by the sound of footsteps." Yang Jian also rushed over, his expression changed, and suddenly he noticed something: "Wait, where is Ouyang Tian without birds? "

Ouyang Tian?

Everyone looked at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and they all trembled.

It's gone.

Ouyang Tian, ​​he was gone.

"Go back." Zhang Yiming roared, and immediately turned around and rushed downstairs.

Everyone also realized the seriousness of the situation.

After all, He Sheng was dead unclear before.

However at the moment.

The candlelight in the mourning hall had all been extinguished a long time ago, and the surroundings were plunged into a kind of oppressive darkness.

The portraits in front of the altar were all shrouded in darkness, and there was an indescribable weird change that looked a bit like Ouyang Tian.

(.=)