Mysterious Recovery

After twelve o'clock, this is already the second day.

After the first day of the ancient house was overwhelmed with no danger, the danger of the second day was obviously doubled, because there was no trace of ghosts in the ancient house on the first day, whether it was the sound of wind like crying, and the door. The rapid door slamming outside, or the darkness in the depths of the aisle, these supernatural phenomena do not count as intrusion into the ancient house.

But it changed the next day.

Traces of ghosts appeared in the ancient house.

In front of the dark room in the left hallway, an empty black grandmaster's chair was placed there. On the back of the grandmaster's chair, a pair of cold, weird hands could be clearly seen on it.

Fortunately, the ghost stopped there.

When the darkness eroded to this point, it didn't continue. Although the lobby was dark, there was some light coming in from the patio.

The crowd was forced to gather together in desperation.

Because the room can no longer be accommodated.

When I came before, various spiritual phenomena had already appeared in the empty room nearby.

"Go to the back hall."

Seeing this, Yang Jian acted directly without any hesitation.

The other people's heart shuddered, and immediately followed.

The next day should be a vigil.

Since it is a vigil.

Then the meaning is very clear. You must stay near the coffin and guard the dead body of the old man. If you leave rashly, or if you are not around the coffin, this is an extremely disrespectful practice.

And no one can predict what kind of danger this disrespect will bring.

The red coffin stopped in the middle of the back hall.

There was nothing around, only a small incense burner in front of the coffin with three incense sticks in it.

No... now it's not three, but two.

One of the incense is missing.

Yang Jian saw this change at a glance, and then he thought of that fellow Zhou Deng.

"Someone took a piece of incense." Messenger Wang Feng's eyes moved.

"Where did Zhou Deng go? I saw others before, so why don't I see them now." Fan Xing looked around and found that Zhou Deng was not among the crowd at this time.

"He must have stolen a piece of incense. This guy is a lunatic. When he was on the bus before, he dared to rush out to compete with the ghost for supernatural items and almost led the ghost on the bus." Someone gritted his teeth and said.

For this week, many people hate it.

Because all he did was not personnel.

These three incense sticks have not been burnt after being inserted here for two days. Everyone knows that this is a very special thing, but no one moves it, just for fear that it will bring some unexpected dangers after moving this thing.

"Fortunately, he didn't move the coffin, otherwise I will fight him desperately." Someone also let out cruel words.

One of the three incenses is missing, and it is no longer important to entangle this matter at this time.

He saw that there was an inconspicuous back door in the back hall.

The back door is now open, leaking a crack in the door.

He could see the back view of this ancient house through this door. It was an old wood shrouded in darkness. Beside the old wood, there was the same path, winding and twisting, extending to the back door. .

This is the second way.

There is a road at the front door, and there is also a road at the back door.

"Although the width of the back door is narrow, you find that there is no one. This width is just enough to accommodate the coffin and carry it out." The eagle observed carefully and said a more important message.

"So, when the time comes, we have to carry this coffin to the funeral at the right opportunity, walk out along the path outside, and walk all the way to the old forest, and finally find a place to put this coffin. Buried..."

Fan Xing also observed it.

"But this is too troublesome. Why didn't this old man just do his funeral at the beginning and let himself lie in the coffin?"

"You have to ask the corpse in this coffin about this question. How do we know it." The eagle glanced at it and said unceremoniously.

He and Yang Jian are in the same camp, plus what happened before, and Fan Xing can be said to be rivals.

The dangers are frequent now, and it is possible to die at any time, so there is no need to be polite.

"The lobby has darkened..." Yang Xiaohua stared at the direction of the back lobby with haggard eyes.

Before, it was only dim outside, and I could see everything around clearly, but now it was unknowingly shrouded in darkness. This darkness was very special. It stopped in the middle of the wall between the lobby and the back hall and did not invade.

The whole ancient house is covered with darkness.

Right now, only the surroundings of the coffin were not corroded by spirits, and it seemed that this place was the only safe place in the entire area.

"The guess is correct. This day is the night watch. If you don't come to this back hall early, I'm afraid it will be dangerous after the darkness invades and enters the ancient house." Yang Jian was completely confirmed at this moment.

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"There is a sound in the lobby..."

I haven't waited for the time to relax.

There was movement in the previously dark, quiet lobby. These sounds were very clear and weird. There was the sound of chairs being dragged, like someone moving the few furniture in the lobby, and heavy. The sound of footsteps reverberated, and besides that, the sound of dripping water could even be heard.

It seemed that someone had finished taking a shower and was soggy and did not dry his body.

It seems that the old house in the dark suddenly became very lively, not dead.

Everyone remained silent after these movements. They didn't dare to talk nonsense, and they didn't dare to make any movement, for fear that any unimportant movement would attract a ghost.

The movement has not disappeared, but has continued, and there are signs of intensification.

"boom!"

A loud noise came from the dark lobby. It was caused by the chair being thrown to the ground. Then the chair broke apart, and wood fragments splashed everywhere.

"A ghost is destroying the black master chair? Is it because the ghost can't find the target in the lobby, so is it coming?" Yang Jian secretly asked.

"Sha, Sha Sha... chuckle!"

At this time, another strange sound appeared in the lobby. This sound seemed to be the sound of an old-fashioned radio. The radio lacked a signal at this moment and made this electronic sound.

"No way, really coming?"

Fan Xing's eyes shrank when he heard the sound, and then he subconsciously looked at a ghost wielder next to him.

The man was tight and his face was particularly ugly. He didn't dare to look in the direction of the lobby. He just lowered his head slightly, pretending that nothing happened.

I am afraid that the ghost of the radio has been found today.

And he touched the curse.

It's just that no one dared to say it, because this curse might not be aimed at him alone, or it might be aimed at everyone in the room at that time.

therefore.

Others did not point to it.

Anyway, Yang Jian didn't know.

At this moment, it is better to do more than to do less. If Yang Jian learns about it, and wants to kill himself for safety, maybe there will be a rush in the back hall today.

But Yang Jian's eyes are so sharp.

He noticed the change in the faces of everyone at the moment the strange radio sound rang.

"Have they come into contact with that supernatural radio-like thing before?" Yang Jian guessed in his heart.

As time passed gradually.

The spiritual phenomenon in the ancient house became more and more serious. Everyone in the back hall heard the sound of something running in the ancient house with bare feet. Because the floor of the ancient house is bluestone brick, it will emit a very clear dada when you run barefoot. Sound~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is there a ghost running around in the lobby after taking a shower without wearing clothes? "The messenger named Daqiang murmured.

"Do you think you are humorous?" Yang Jian looked at him.

Daqiang didn't say anything. Although he was ridiculing like this, his whole body was tight, because he was worried that the ghost outside was running and coming back to the hall.

Just looking at it for now.

The ghost didn't seem to find it here.

The vigil really is the safest thing to guard this red coffin.

But it is not these strange movements that make me care the most, but the sound of the radio coming closer.

The sound of this radio seemed to come all the way from the gate of the ancient house, and then didn't linger in the middle, it came directly to the back hall.

The sound is getting closer.

The rustle became clearer.

"Will the ghost really find us?" Fan Xing was uneasy.

However, the more I worry about what comes from.

The sound of the rustling radio really appeared.

Stopped at the door.

There is no separation, only a dark dividing line.

"This is the closest supernatural phenomenon to us. Is the lobby unsafe?" The eagle stared at the passageway.

An old radio appeared on the ground and moved slowly to the lobby.

It seems that something is pushing behind this old radio.

Spiritual, invaded the back hall.

"Sand, rustle..." The radio was listening to the signal.

The signal was suddenly received at this moment, and the blind tone disappeared.

"You, you guys are in there, hey, hey." A weird tone came from the radio.

Everyone's face changed drastically.