After realizing that he couldn't see what was behind him, Zhao Yijiu moved forward instead of retreating. He even rushed towards the white jade coffin regardless of being seen by the white thing.
The closer he gets, the colder the feeling creeps into his limbs.
He must first figure out what the white jade coffin represents before he can find a way to stabilize the current situation!
But as soon as he took a few steps forward, he stumbled suddenly, as if there was an invisible hand lying on the ground to take pleasure in him.
There was vague laughter from behind.
After a few seconds, he pulled his arm back again.
These playful little moves couldn't stop Zhao Yijiu from rushing towards the coffin, but they always destroyed his balance and made him almost stumble several times. When he threw himself to the coffin in embarrassment, a white jade-colored arm suddenly came from him.
Stretch out your shoulders and wrap your arms around his neck.
"A lot of water, a lot of water..."
The high-pitched voice was like a child's, right next to Zhao Yijiu's ear, so close.
Zhao Yijiu's palms were wet. When he looked down, he realized that the ground around the white jade coffin was wet, as if it had just been splashed with water. He pressed his hand on it and got wet mud on it.
The arm around his neck was also wet, and the cold water flowed down the white jade arm and soaked his collar, sticking to his skin, cold to the bone.
Feeling suffocated, Zhao Yijiu glanced at the white jade coffin and finally saw the faint blood-colored grimace pattern on the coffin board.
As for the inside of the coffin...
Empty.
Sure enough, the thing inside has come out, and it is probably behind his back!
Zhao Yijiu couldn't feel the weight, but the presence of something behind him became more and more clear.
Bells were shaking in all directions.
One of the bells swayed so violently that the rope tied to the corner of the eaves gradually unraveled, and then the bell fell to the ground with it, losing its life.
Zhao Yijiu saw this scene out of the corner of his eye.
A quiet bell lay on the ground, as if dead.
For some reason, this scene brought more chills to Zhao Yijiu than before. He knew that he could no longer stay here.
Gotta get out of the backyard.
The moment he turned around, he clearly heard a scream coming from the front yard through the courtyard wall, followed by cries of pain and screams one after another.
In the midst of the chaos, Zhao Ruru's loud and powerful voice came into play, clearly conveying: "The corpse has transformed!!! Run!"
Corpse transformation? Those corpses finally acted?
Zhao Yijiu had no doubt about the danger of the corpse. The death energy spreading on it was so pure and aggressive, which showed that the corpse was filled with resentment and was definitely not a good person.
It can be said that Zhao Yijiu was surprised that Luo Xianfeng didn't die just now - surprised that these corpses still knew how to be patient and wait until more people were trapped before killing them together.
But this also means that no place in Yizhuang is safe now, and we don’t know what will happen outside of Yizhuang.
He was also not sure whether there was anything better outside Yi Zhuang than the backyard, and how many people would choose to flee to the backyard.
After all, from the fact that he could hear Zhao Ruru's exclamation, it could be seen that the ringing of the bell in the backyard did not spread, otherwise, those people in the front yard would have come to check.
Just as I was thinking about it, the moonlight in the sky dimmed.
White fog suddenly rises.
The white mist spread at an unreasonable speed. Almost instantly, Zhao Yijiu's eyes were covered by the mist, and several figures similar to the white thing stood in the mist.
All the figures were facing him, their colorless pupils staring at him, their mouths open, and endless murmurs coming from inside.
The sounds from the outside world were only clear for a few seconds before they were forced out of his eardrums by these gibberings. The problem was that Zhao Yijiao couldn't hear clearly what the murmurs were saying, and it sounded like "gulu gulu gulu gulu" in his ears.
He groped in the white mist with his own memory, trying to find the courtyard wall where he came from. At the same time, he discovered that no matter how he walked, the distance between the figures in the mist was the same.
These things don't seem to be entities, but some kind of mirage-like shadows, which are different from the white things at the beginning.
"A lot of water..."
The high-pitched voice was still behind him, repeating the same sentence and blowing on the back of his neck.
Due to the difficulty in breathing, his lungs were so painful that his eyes were turning black.
Snap.
Another bell fell from the eaves and hit Zhao Yijiu's feet, losing its sound.
Zhao Yijiu's heart skipped a beat.
According to his memory, it shouldn't be the eaves of the house next to him at this time.
He endured the pain from inside to outside and reached out to touch the side.
In the heavy fog, he couldn't touch the wall, only nothingness.
But the bell did fall here.
He bent down and picked up the bell, and it felt strange in his hand. There were a lot of threads inside the bell that were inexplicably tangled together, just like the sewer opening was blocked by large clumps of long hair.
The ball of silk thread stuffed the bell so that it could no longer make any sound.
Perhaps, it was precisely because there was no way to make such a warning bell that it fell? The silk thread... So the figures in the fog and the things in the white jade coffin are related to shadow puppetry?
Zhao Yijiu had no knowledge of shadow puppetry and did not know how to move the shadow puppets, but this did not prevent him from thinking of manipulation when he saw the threads, and he immediately thought of the shadow puppetry with the same meaning.
"Too much water...drowning!"
As two bells... or more bells fell, there was an additional line behind the thing.
Zhao Yijiu reluctantly put away the bell in his hand and continued walking towards the courtyard wall. He felt that he should have arrived long ago, but there was still thick white mist all around.
Did the ghost hit the wall?
If he can't breathe like this anymore, he will really be suffocated to death... I wonder if dying here will count as losing a life, and then he can be reborn?
Zhao Yijiu felt that this was very likely to be the case.
If it were in other deductions, such danger would be enough to kill the deducer, but this deduction has a strange fate mechanism, and perhaps the desire is even greater.
"Hello!"
Suddenly, someone's voice came from the fog.
The clear human voice seemed to split the fog and reached his ears accurately.
"This way."
The human voice was getting closer, and Zhao Yijiu was startled, and recognized the owner of the human voice in the noisy murmur.
Lucky Yu!
"It's really hard to find."
In the mist ahead, a shadow approached quickly.
Under the messy high ponytail was Yu Xing's impatient expression. The "guard head" arrived in front of Zhao Yijiu in a few steps and stuffed an amulet into his uninjured hand.
call--
All the scenes in front of Zhao Yijiu quietly faded away, the figures in the fog disappeared, the murmurs stopped abruptly, and the white jade arm around his neck disappeared.
The feeling of suffocation is gone.
The mist was still billowing, but the outlines of those houses and the feel of the earth or stone slabs underfoot became clear at this moment.
He was still standing in the open space where the white jade coffin was. The coffin was gone, but he was running around in circles!
Before Zhao Yijiu could ask, Yu Xing grabbed the animal bone chain on his chest and pulled him in one direction: "Don't ask anything, just follow me first."
The two walked around for a few times, and Zhao Yijiu followed Yu Xing to an ordinary house.
This time, he heard the dull breathing in the room.
There are people inside.
Yu Xing pushed open the door and dragged Zhao Yijiu in. The white mist stopped at the threshold and did not seep in at all.
The old man sitting in the room looked at Zhao Yijiu with his turbid eyes as soon as he saw him.