The other side of the ancient house.

Fan Xing and other ghost-controlling men gathered together, and there were a lot of people, so there were six of them in him.

Unfortunately, Zhou Deng is not in the same team, otherwise their team will be more powerful.

"Did you hear it? The noise coming from next door seemed to be someone listening to the radio..." A man said in a voice.

In the room next to him, there was a rustling electronic sound, which was emitted by an old-fashioned radio, and the radio seemed to be constantly regulating the frequency to try to restore the signal, but it was very unstable. It could make sounds occasionally but intermittently.

"It's 11:40 now, and there are still twenty minutes left to the next day. Do you want to go to the next door to take a look? If you are lucky, you can get a supernatural item." Fan Xing's eyes flashed, and he was a little moved.

After all, it's in the next room and the distance is very close.

There is plenty of time and you can take action once.

"How to divide the things after you get them?" someone asked.

Fan Xing said: "It depends on who survived in the end."

The others thought for a moment and nodded immediately: "Yes, just do it like that. Even so many of us can suppress it even if we are evil spirits. Sitting here without doing anything is a waste of time."

"Then act, don't waste time." Fan Xing said immediately

Suddenly, everyone in this room immediately walked out.

The outside was silent, and there were rustling sounds in the room next door. The wooden door was not soundproofed, and the hollowed-out window clearly revealed the movement inside.

Fan Xing immediately reached out and pushed open the door of the second room.

I didn't know when there was an old radio in the room that was originally empty yesterday. The radio was placed on the table and made a rustling sound. The signal was intermittent and no radio could be heard.

"No ghosts were found..." Fan Xing's eyes moved and he glanced at the others.

The rest nodded.

Stepping into this room together.

However, as soon as these people walked into the radio that had lost the signal, they suddenly connected. The rustling sound suddenly stopped, and a very ordinary voice came from the radio: "Hey, is anyone? Hey..."

The radio seemed to have made an error and seemed to have heard a telephone signal.

"Hey, did anyone hear it? Hey."

The six people in the room stared at the radio, silently silent.

No one seems to dare to respond to this voice.

"Hey, hey, can you hear it?" The person on the radio asked repeatedly.

Still no one answered.

They are all ghost-controlling people, and few of them are stupid. Who dares to respond to the sounds of such things?

The sound from the radio repeatedly asked several times, and asked for it for five minutes without getting tired of it. In the end, no one responded and gradually disappeared.

"Shasha...shesha!shesha!"

The signal was off again.

At this time, the other people felt a little relieved, and one of them said, "It doesn't look like this thing is good, take it away quickly and leave this room."

Fan Xing nodded, just as he was about to take away the weird radio.

Sudden.

The signal of the shasha radio suddenly became clear again. The previous voice sounded again, with a strange laugh; "Hey, hehe, it turns out that someone, I heard... Shasha!"

After this sentence, the radio disconnected the signal again.

"Oops."

Fan Xing's eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart was raised at this moment.

He looked at the ghost driver who was talking.

The man also had a pale face: "Don't look at me, I was careless just now, and I didn't know that this thing would actually cheat."

Fan Xing picked up the radio at this moment, but he found that the radio was already out of date and could not function at all. It was even stuffed with soil, as if it had just been dug out from somewhere.

"This is not a supernatural object, it is a medium for spreading curse."

He tried to move the radio, but there was no reaction. If it was a supernatural object, it would definitely be available.

Something happened to greed now.

Not only did he not get anything, he was also infected with the curse of some evil spirit.

“Get out of here.”

Fan Xing lost the radio in a dark face and hurriedly retreated.

The others also hurriedly dispersed.

But it seems a bit late now.

As soon as they went out, they suddenly saw that the outside of the aisle was pitch black.

The darkness has eroded to the door of this room.

Next to it, an old black Taishi Chair was placed in the aisle, blocking the darkness's advance. However, what scared everyone was that there were hands on the backrest of the Taishi Chair. The hands were cold and stiff, the nails were pitch black, and the fingers were covered with blood, blue and black.

The other end of the hand was digging into darkness and could not see clearly what was behind it.

And at this moment, the black Grand Master Chair in the aisle was being pushed forward by those terrifying hands, and it made a creaking sound across the ground.

"No..."

Seeing this, Fan Xing and the others were frightened and dared not approach the thing behind the black chair and turned around and ran away.

The room is no longer safe, so I have to go to the lobby.

Yang Jian on the other side also heard the sound of the black chair being pushed, but the sound was not so close, and there was still a distance.

However, the movements of Fan Xing and others have attracted Yang Jian's attention.

"The others left the room and entered the lobby?" Yang Jian frowned.

Look at the time.

It's already eleven fifty-five.

It hasn't arrived the next day.

"Some people are afraid that they have done something stupid, otherwise they would be so greedy and afraid of death and would they enter the lobby early." Yang Jian's eyes moved.

He's used to it.

There must be some idiots if there are too many people.

But it doesn't matter.

Idiots are destined to live long, just turn around and die.

"It's time to go out. On the first day, I've basically confirmed that it was a vigil. The abnormality came from the room, which means that the room cannot be stayed. If we continue to stay, we will die here." Yang Jian moved his body, stood up, and pushed the door out.

He looked into the depths of the aisle.

It's dark.

The Taishi Chair is placed at least the sixth room in the distance, and it is still a little far away from here, so it is safe for the time being.

But compared to the previous distance, it is quite close.

However, when he looked at the corridor opposite, his face darkened.

The aisle where those people lived was already covered by darkness. At the door of the first room in the aisle, a black Grand Master Chair appeared there, and there were a pair of weird palms on it.

The ghost has appeared and is about to invade the ancient house.

"This is the first day, and the next day has not started yet." Yang Jian was not thinking about some idiot doing something wrong.

But I couldn't help but take a breath in my heart.

A ghost appeared the next day and was so close. How can I survive the remaining days?

Can you really last until the first seven?

“Cruff!”

At the same time, the sound of the wooden door opening came from the depths of the aisle on his side. The movement was far away, as if it was behind the black Grand Master Chair.

"It's not just there, but my situation is not much better. The ancient house is leaking everywhere. I thought I could last until the first seventh day. Now it seems that I'm afraid that the ancient house will completely fall in three days."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, no longer thought about it, and went directly to the lobby to meet with the others.

It's time to find a way to get through the next crisis in the ancient house.

Everyone gathered together again, but Zhou Deng was missing.

Look at the time.

It's right at night.

The next day began.
To be continued...