Under the dim sky.

Next to the strange ancient house, there were sparse sounds. Everyone was digging under the soil with lanterns, following a strange black tree, and it seemed that they had dug it once.

A pit gradually appeared in front of me.

The soil in the pit is also black, revealing a rotten smell, like it is formed by rotting and deteriorating after some blood is mixed.

This kind of soil is a bit familiar to the poplar, like the tomb of Fushou Garden in Dahai City.

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

The soil was very loose and everyone could dig it easily with the simplest tools. When they dug down about one meter away, a twisted outline of the corpse appeared. It was the rotten stench of the corpse, and it was covered with tree roots, as if the tree had grown up from the nourishment of the corpse.

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

"The corpse in black clothes is not." Zhou Deng glanced at it and immediately shook his head.

"Fill the soil back," said Yang Jian.

Others felt very disappointed and could only continue to be busy again and fill in the dirt that they had finally dug out.

This process can only be manually done.

Because this old forest has supernatural power, Yang Jian’s ghost realm cannot be affected. Otherwise, he could use his ghost eyes to peek at the situation under the soil, and even transfer the corpse directly.

it is a pity.

He can't do it.

Of course, others can't do it, so they can only use the clumsy and least efficient method to dig one tree after another.

No one knows what he can find and what he can find, and he has no idea.

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

Although it is safe now, everyone has not forgotten that the evil ghost is just wandering around.

"There is 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 it was covered with filth, it could still be clearly distinguished.

But the clothes were very damaged and rotted and pits were made, as if they were about to oxidize and break at any time. No one knew how long the clothes under the old tree had been buried.

"It's really the same as Zhou Deng said, with white clothes." Fan Xing looked at him and said in surprise.

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

Continue to dig up the next dirt.

Only then did everyone see clearly what was under the soil.

A rotten and black corpse, without flesh and blood, only the skeleton is left. It is hard to tell whether it is a man or a woman. She is not wearing white clothes, but a piece of white cloth, like a shroud. However, the white shroud has rotted a lot now, or something has changed after it is buried.

The body actually came out of the shroud.

Yang Jian immediately stretched out his cracked spear and picked up the white shroud with coffin nails.

Very smooth, no abnormalities or changes.

"Take it out, a piece of ragged white shroud?" Zhou Deng looked at it and recognized it at a glance, looking very experienced.

Yang Jian reached out and took it off, shook it gently, shook the soil, and a piece of ragged white cloth appeared.

"It looks like a tablecloth, not like a shroud." The eagle glanced at it and said, "Look at it, this cloth is square, very similar to a table."

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

Yang Jian said, "Who knows, let's continue looking for it first. We are quite large, and it is still a bit difficult to find enough mourning clothes that each of us uses in the remaining time."

"If you are prepared or not, look for it first." Fan Xing nodded.

Everyone started to act again and kept digging along the old tree next to the ancient house.

The probability of white mourning clothes is really not high.

It was even a little small. During the excavation, people found many strange corpses. Some of them were highly decayed, some were left with bones, and some were strange and terrifying, and they were still fresh. The skin was pale and blood-colored, and it was not even stiff.

However, when you dig up such a corpse, you will stop and immediately bury it, and you will not dare to continue to do whatever you want.

The trees here seem to have a history of at least decades. After so many years, the corpse has not yet rotted and remains fresh. The reason can be imagined. It is probably not a corpse, but a sleeping evil spirit. If the evil spirit wakes up, it may be a danger that will happen.

In addition, they also dug up some incomplete things.

For example, half a dead head, the head was wide open when digging the soil, gray and dull, and there was no sign of rot.

There are even two corpses in the pit. The two corpses are highly decayed, but the corpses are connected to each other, as if they were together with babies. However, it is not the body shape of a baby, but the body shape of an adult. The one corpse with a strange and ferocious appearance, while the other corpse is distorted in pain.

It was as if a ghost was invading the body of a living person.

Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately buried the soil and continued to dig.

As time passed little by little, everyone began to feel a little anxious because they didn’t have enough mourning clothes in their hands, far from enough.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Daqiang, Eagle, Yang Xiaohua, Fan Xing, Zhou Deng, and a strange ghost driver, with a total of eight people. They have to find at least eight mourning clothes to successfully cope with tomorrow's condolences.

If there is no way to get all the mourning clothes at twelve o'clock, then there will definitely be people facing danger because of the lack of this thing.

"Only three of them were found, and there was still an hour left. I'm afraid it would be difficult to continue like this." The eagle frowned and looked at Yang Jian.

This is a hidden danger.

Once you don’t do it well, you will have a fight due to uneven accounting. Even if you don’t take action, there will be many conflicts later.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, and one of his ghost eyes turned restlessly: "Continue to dig, find as much as you can, and the rest depends on the situation."

Everyone said nothing at this moment and continued to work.

At 11:30, luck seemed to have come back a little, and everyone dug up another mourning suit, but I don’t know if that was the case, because the white mourning suit was wrapped with a dead baby. The dead baby seemed to have not yet formed, and connected to the umbilical cord, and seemed to have just taken out of his stomach.

But what makes people frightened is that the strange baby's belly is still undulating, as if he is breathing, and as if he is sleeping.

Yang Jian looked at it, pondered for a moment, and took the mourning clothes away, because there were only four in his hand, which was still not enough. Although the unformed baby looked terrifying and was even in a better state than other corpses, he had no choice but to worry about whether he would provoke these supernatural things at this critical moment.

If you can't live tomorrow, everything will be useless.

Time has come to 11:50 pm.

At this time, everyone had already begun to stop because the remaining time was not enough to dig a tree.

"At the end of this, it seems that there can only be so many to find. The rest is really impossible. This thing is so scammed. We dug all the way from there, took turns to rest, and worked in turns. There was basically no interruption for six hours." The eagle was gasping, very tired.

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

Yang Jian had never rested for a moment. He used ghosts to dig, and the speed was very fast, but no matter how fast it was, it was limited by the range of the white lanterns.

"It feels like everything is planned. We held a lantern so we only found four mourning clothes. There are eight people here, and there are two lanterns. If we carry two lanterns, we might be able to find eight to meet all our needs."

Zhou Deng thought a little bit.

"You're not blaming you, I threw a lantern. What does it mean to say this now?" Fan Xing complained.

"What should I do now? There are only four items. Half of the people need not be divided into. Could it be that the other half will die?"

As soon as these words came out, the other people's faces changed.

The most uneasy thing is Yang Xiaohua, an ordinary person, and if she wants to eliminate half of them, it will definitely be inevitable.

"I don't need it. I have the music box given to me by Yang Jian in my mind. I may not be killed." Eagle said, and he took the initiative to give up a place.

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

After he had no hope of living, he was much more open-minded.

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

"It's not the time to discuss this yet. The changes on the fourth day have begun..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he looked up slightly in the air.

"Woo! Woo!"

night.

The wind is blowing.

The cold wind blew the treetops of the old forest, shaking the entire forest, making a whimpering sound, as if something was crying in the woods, very similar to the crying sound that appeared on the first day, but it was more real and clearer, not the feeling of being there or not.

"Bang!"

The next moment.

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

"Um?"

Everyone looked at it and their eyes shrank suddenly.

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

Not finished speaking.

The second tree has arrived, it was the second tree that everyone dug out.

Then the third tree, the fourth tree, the fifth tree... one tree after another was blown to the ground by the wind. The old trees were undoubtedly dug up by Yang Jian and the others before, regardless of whether they had any corpses under the tree were moved or not.
To be continued...