Meng Nan finally saw the head he had been looking for for a long time. It was crushed by some unknown force and stuck to the bottom of the crystal coffin like a piece of tissue paper.
If you hadn't drilled under the crystal coffin, you would never have discovered it.
So Meng Nan stood up with a leap, then stepped on the flower stand nearby and jumped directly onto the crystal coffin.
The female ghost under the coffin felt the coffin sink and roared again. Then the eyes on her feet suddenly lit up, and two thumb-thick red lights bypassed the coffin and shot towards Meng Nan.
Meng Nan's instinct made him feel the crisis. He turned over and jumped down without hesitation, and at the same time took off the "thin slice" of the head attached to the back of the coffin.
But even though Meng Nan had landed, the red light still had no intention of giving up and continued to shoot after Meng Nan's body.
As soon as Meng Nan's feet landed, he turned over again and barely escaped the attack of the red light. Then Meng Nan quickly ran towards the door.
"Ah!" At this time, the female ghost roared again, and the huge crystal coffin was thrown directly by her, and at the same time, she threw herself at Meng Nan.
Meng Nan kept dodging, and her head, which had been crushed into a "piece of paper" in her arms, gradually returned to its original shape.
The coffin was very close to the gate, so with just a few breaths, Meng Nan had already rushed out of the gate. But at this moment, his back foot suddenly tightened and he was caught by the female ghost.
A ferocious smile appeared on the female ghost's face, and she tried to pull Meng Nan back from the door with her palms.
Sensing the female ghost's thoughts, Meng Nan's expression changed.
The female ghost's power was so great that Meng Nan couldn't even resist.
So Meng Nan could only use all his strength to hold on to the door frame and try to support it.
But at this moment, two red lights struck Meng Nan again, instantly piercing Meng Nan's arms.
Heat like fire spread into Meng Nan's heart, and Meng Nan's body was instantly soaked with sweat.
Along with the severe pain, a thought flashed in Meng Nan's mind, so he endured the severe pain and hummed the nursery rhyme.
"Doll, it's so painful, no father, no mother, three of the five siblings died..."
As Meng Nan hummed, the body of the female ghost holding his ankle suddenly froze, and then her whole body trembled violently.
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Come.
Feeling the female ghost's palms loosen as they trembled, Meng Nan quickly pulled out his feet and rushed out of the door.
After rushing far away, Meng Nan stopped and looked back at the farewell hall.
In the farewell hall, the female ghost roared and her body kept rolling on the ground, as if she was being burned by fire.
Meng Nan frowned tightly when he saw this scene.
Then, Meng Nan looked around to make sure there was no danger, then slowly walked to the farewell hall and picked up his head at the door of the farewell hall.
Then, Meng Nan retreated far away, took a deep breath, and slowly put the head on his head.
Memories came back like a flood, and gradually Meng Nan came to a realization that this should be the last head.
A tear slowly slipped from the corner of Meng Nan's eyes, and endless sadness emerged in Meng Nan's heart.
Meng Nan finally remembered. He remembered who Chen Ruier was and why he wanted to save her!
Finally, Meng Nan slowly opened his eyes, and he already understood what he should do next.
At this moment, Meng Nan's pupils suddenly shrank, because he saw a white figure standing in the windows of all the surrounding buildings.
There were men and women, old and young, and they just stood there expressionless, looking at Meng Nan with dull eyes.
Ghosts, there is no doubt that these are the ghosts in this funeral home!
At the same time, Meng Nan saw a white figure holding a baby standing around the corner not far away.
When she saw Meng Nan's eyes, a sweet smile appeared on her face, and she walked towards the back of the building.
Meng Nan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to follow, but suddenly heard the sound of playing music.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Meng Nan followed the sound and saw a group of people gathering on the other side of the farewell hall.
Their faces are very blurry, they are all wearing white shirts, they are sitting or standing, holding various musical instruments in their hands.
Meng Nan's feet walked involuntarily towards the Jiajia band.
Seeing Meng Nan's movements, the suona player became more and more energetic. His body gradually bent, as if he wanted to blow out all the air in his body, and the sound of the suona also increased.
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It has been implemented in heaven and earth.
Meng Nan's steps became faster and faster, and soon he reached the side of the Jiajia band.
And just when Meng Nan was about to step into the Jia band, she suddenly felt a tightness in her waist.
Meng Nan looked down blankly and saw that it was the little girl holding the doll.
The little girl raised her head, stared at Meng Nan with her big eyes, then shook her head gently, then let go of her hand, turned and left.
Meng Nan looked at the little girl's back, and then looked at the Jiajia band.
This time Meng Nan finally saw clearly the appearance of the Jia Jia band members.
There were more than ten people in their team, and the drummer was a burly middle-aged man with a short haircut and a Chinese character face. His right eye was gouged out by someone unknown, leaving only a black hole the size of a walnut.
The person playing the suona was a thin young man, wearing round-rimmed glasses, but there were no eyes behind the glasses. In other words, his eyes had been sewn shut with needlework, leaving only a small gap.
The cymbals were played by a thin old man with rosacea and a white beard. He looked amiable, just like the old man next door, but his eyebrows were flat, as if someone had sliced them off alive with a knife...
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Everyone in the band was smiling, and they all had more or less fatal injuries on their bodies, but most of them had their eyes gouged out, and a few had a black hole in their heart.
"Dang-dang!" Just as Meng Nan was observing, a crisp sound came to Meng Nan's ears.
Through the band, Meng Nan saw an old man sitting at the very back of the band. He had a white face and no beard, wearing a white dome hat on his head, and holding a cigarette pole in his hand.
The sound just now was made by him hitting the cymbal next to him with his cigarette rod.
With a smile on his face, the old man looked at Meng Nan and said softly: "Gua Wa Zi, come quickly. Here, your cymbals are all prepared for you."
After hearing the old man's words, Meng Nan's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white mist, and the world gradually became blurred, leaving only the cymbal.
Then, Meng Nan's footsteps moved, but instead of walking towards the cymbal, he kept retreating.
"Gua Wazi, why are you still leaving?" The smile on the old man's face gradually solidified, but he had no intention of catching up. He just sighed: "Oh, okay, Gua Wazi. Go, go!"
