After the funeral on the sixth day, everything went normally for the rest of the day.
All dangers seemed to be gone, and there were no more supernatural signs in the ancient house.
In an old room.
Yang Jian was not afraid, he lay down on the wooden canopy bed and rested directly. He seemed to be asleep, his eyes were closed, and there was no movement.
On the side of the room, Yang Xiaohua also found a sleeping bag from the luggage left by other couriers. After eating and drinking, she curled up in the sleeping bag to rest. She was also very tired, both physically and mentally.
torture.
Anyone who can survive in such an environment and withstand such pressure is either a lunatic or a person with extraordinary will.
Ordinary people would either die or transform.
Obviously.
Yang Xiaohua survived. She was adapting to this strange environment where supernatural beings came, so she did not give up on herself. Instead, she replenished food and water, took every opportunity to rest, and improved her survival rate.
She chose to stay with Yang Jian because it was the safest place compared to other places.
But there isn't much time left for everyone to rest.
It is already 7pm on the sixth day.
There are still five hours left until the first day of the last day, and we don't know what kind of danger will happen tomorrow. Although there are no ghosts inside and outside the ancient house, everyone still feels very uneasy.
After all, the experiences of the past few days have taught them a profound lesson.
"Why do I look a little strange?" At the same time, in another old room.
Liu Qingqing took out a makeup mirror she carried with her. She looked at herself in the mirror and touched her face and facial features.
Her facial features are perfect and delicate, without any flaw, not even a dark spot can be found. Even without makeup or foundation, her face is still fair and flawless, but this kind of whiteness is not healthy.
It's white and rosy, but a bloodless paleness.
But today, she found that the appearance in her memory seemed very strange now.
Although he still looked the same as before, Liu Qingqing felt that this face didn't quite resemble his own, and that he should have another face.
What should the other face look like?
Liu Qingqing tried to remember, but suddenly felt a wave of heart palpitations.
She couldn't remember what the other face looked like. She couldn't tell whether she looked like this before or whether she had become like this unknowingly.
"Did my body undergo some kind of change after being invaded by the supernatural, or is my memory undergoing some kind of transformation?" Liu Qingqing realized something was wrong with her, and she felt a chill in her heart.
Because if this continues, she feels that one day she will become another person.
I am completely different from who I was a few months ago, completely transformed.
For example, she likes cheongsam more and more. Whether on her body or at home, all the clothes are gradually replaced by cheongsams with different styles.
For example, she rarely wears high heels, but she wears them every day and never thinks of taking them off.
Liu Qingqing tried wearing other shoes, such as slippers and flat shoes, but she felt very uncomfortable, as if something was missing, making her whole body uncomfortable.
Finally, she couldn't help but change into high heels.
and......
Liu Qingqing touched a pocket on her body and found a handkerchief.
She never carries a handkerchief.
"Yang Jian has long noticed that something is wrong with me. He knows that I am being affected and changed, so he is very worried about me. He is afraid that I will become another strange and weird person, so he wants to take care of me in advance.
I strangled it." Liu Qingqing recalled some of the words Yang Jian said to herself.
"Last time when I went to Dachuan City with Yang Jian to deliver a letter, I had a memory fragment. But at that time, I still had memory fragments not long ago, but this time I lost my memory for several days. Even when I woke up, I lost my memory.
I don’t know where it is.”
"If my memories, my habits, and my lifestyle change in a short period of time and I become a different person, am I still me?"
Liu Qingqing realized this and felt a chill all over her body.
This change was so quiet that people who knew her could not imagine that a person could change so much in just a few months.
"What can I do? I can't stop this change." Liu Qingqing lowered her head and looked at the bright red cheongsam she was wearing.
The embroidery and patterns on it are extremely exquisite.
But it was ripped off a dead body when she was delivering the letter, which revealed something strange and seemed to contain some kind of terrible curse.
It seems that the ghost of the original owner of this cheongsam is still lingering on this cheongsam, affecting everything about him.
"We must go to the fifth floor of the post office as soon as possible and get out of the post office. Otherwise, if this continues, sooner or later I will no longer be who I am." Liu Qingqing felt that all this was a problem with the post office.
As long as she leaves the place with rules and no longer comes into contact with some haunted supernatural places, she can escape this influence.
And in the lobby.
Zhou Deng placed four black Taishi chairs neatly in the middle, then folded his arms, touched his chin, and stared at them for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.
"There is nothing special about these four chairs on the surface. Even if you stare at them for another day, they will still look the same." Li Yang sat against the wall next to him and said to Zhou Deng.
Zhou Deng said: "It's very strange."
"What's weird?" Li Yang asked.
"The four chairs are exactly the same." Zhou Deng said.
Li Yang said: "Aren't you talking nonsense? The four chairs are exactly the same."
"No, what I said is exactly the same. The wood texture and even the workmanship on this chair are the same." Zhou Deng said: "You also know that there are no two exactly the same items in the world, but this chair at least cannot be distinguished through my eyes.
Something would be different."
"So, these four chairs may actually be one."
Li Yang said: "What then?"
"Then? How could there be anything then? I just discovered so much temporarily." Zhou Deng said, then walked over and sat down again.
"There's nothing special about sitting on it. It's just like an ordinary chair. By the way, do you still remember what happened when the old man's body sat on the chair on the first day?"
Li Yang recalled: "At some point, the old man's body was moved from the chair on the left to the right. When this happened, many people were frightened. Later, it was ignored. No one cared about why the old man was there at night.
The body will sit from the left to the right."
"And I didn't see how this process happened."
"Details determine success or failure, which deserves careful consideration and consideration," Zhou Deng said.
He and Li Yang were analyzing the situation, hoping to discover something in advance and understand the purpose of this black Taishi chair.
After all, the seventh day is coming soon. The more preparation you have, the better your chances of survival will be.
The few remaining people in the old house seemed to be spending their time individually.
But at eleven o'clock at night.
Liu Qingqing walked out of the room early. Her expression was calm and she was still as graceful as ever. Unfortunately, this was just a beautiful appearance. There was only terror and horror hidden under the red cheongsam.
And at the same time.
Yang Jian in the room also opened his eyes and woke up.
"you're awake."
Yang Xiaohua had already woken up. She had been paying attention to Yang Jian. When she saw Yang Jian open his eyes, she immediately asked.
"Ben and I didn't sleep at all," Yang Jian said.
"Then what have you been doing these few hours?" Yang Xiaohua was stunned for a moment.
Yang Jian said: "I'm resting."
"Don't sleep and rest? Aren't you tired from closing your eyes and thinking about things for several hours?" Yang Xiaohua was a little confused.
"Don't discuss this boring issue. It's eleven o'clock, and there is still one hour left. The last day is coming. After sending this letter, everything here will be over, and those who survive will go to the post office smoothly.
Fifth floor." Yang Jian sat up and got out of bed.
He took the crackling spear standing beside him and walked out.
"Wait for me."
Yang Xiaohua also took a deep breath and hurriedly turned over. She adjusted her posture, holding the red balloon in her hand, and planned to give it one last try.
Once she got through it, she felt ready to leave the post office completely.
If he can't survive it, Yang Xiaohua will die in obscurity in this strange ancient house like everyone else.
The two people walked out of the room.
In the lobby, Liu Qingqing, Zhou Deng, and Li Yang had already arrived. Counting them, the only five remaining people gathered together again.
"Captain." Li Yang greeted.
Yang Jian looked at it and said, "Zhou Deng, why are you putting these four black Taishi chairs together?"
"It's okay, I'll study it," Zhou Deng replied.
"Has the research yielded any results?" Yang Jian asked.
Li Yang said: "There is a very bold guess, which is related to the strange movement of the old man's body on the first day."
"It is indeed true. The old man's body moved on the chair on the first day. It should not be man-made, but a supernatural phenomenon." Yang Jian nodded, this matter has an impact.
Zhou Deng pointed at the chair and said: "I think there should be more than four chairs, there should be other chairs. There are seven rooms and six old tombs here, but there are only four chairs. This is very unreasonable."
."
"Do you think there should be seven chairs in this chair?" Yang Jian said.
"Hey, Captain Yang is smart and can make sense at a glance, isn't he? If the old man in this ancient house had six teammates during his lifetime, then seven rooms, seven old tombs, and seven chairs would be reasonable. Nowadays, there are few tombs.
One chair is missing, but three chairs are missing, so the number no longer matches.”
"And as a ghost controller during the Republic of China, do you think they would prepare the most ordinary chairs and put them here?"
Yang Jian said: "So these seven chairs are supernatural objects?"
"It should be, and I don't think the old man's body was moved." Zhou Deng said: "The real reason is that the chair was moved."
"The chair moves? Some kind of supernatural power can make the people on the chair move to other chairs? Or maybe the seven chairs are all interconnected." Yang Jian's eyes moved, and he immediately made an association.
Zhou Deng said in surprise: "Were you eavesdropping on the side before? Li Yang and I analyzed the information for several hours. How could you guess it so quickly?"
"It's not difficult to understand, isn't it?" Yang Jian said.
"If the seven chairs are interconnected, was the old man's body taken away on the first day? Then it was sent back, but the wrong chair was sent to the right?"
"That's what I guessed." Zhou Deng said.
Yang Xiaohua on the side said: "So, maybe the thing that received the letter on the last day will appear in the ancient house through this chair?"
"It's very possible. After all, the Night of Resurrection is just what we named it. If the old man really revived, the place would have been out of control. How could you still deliver the message safely?" Zhou Deng said.
Yang Jian asked: "You seem to know the messenger very well."
"I don't know much about it, I just know a little bit. There is a captain in the headquarters who is the messenger. Don't you know? She seems to be on the fifth floor of the post office. I have been in contact with her and I know a little information." Zhou Deng touched it.
Chin said.
"There is a captain from the headquarters on the fifth floor of the post office?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "Why haven't I seen him participate in the previous meetings at the headquarters?"
He was definitely not the captain on the fifth floor of the post office. Cao Yang, Li Jun, Wei Jing, and Wang Chaling must be people he didn't know.
"I'm afraid it's another captain who has been appointed a long time ago. There are only a few places for selection during the captain meeting. Most of the places have been divided up long ago, and the list of captains is confidential. My level is
It can't be found." Li Yang said calmly.
"Can't I find it either?" Yang Jian said.
Li Yang said, "Captain, you must have the authority to check it, but captain, you don't seem to be very interested and haven't checked it out."
"That's it." Yang Jian nodded.
He is indeed not interested in these things, and his captain is only in name, and is actually not much different from a person in charge.
"Your topic is off topic. Let's think about today's letter delivery mission. Let's leave the matter of the messenger on the fifth floor until we can go to the fifth floor alive." Liu Qingqing reminded; "Don't look at what's left now."
How long will it take?"
When chatting, an hour is almost gone.
It's eleven forty now.
The first seven rebirth nights are coming soon.
Yang Jian didn't say anything, but took out the red letter and confirmed it again.
The letter is still there, no problem.
"Then we'll see what happens when the first seven days arrive."
Yang Jian said: "On the last day, the recipient of the letter will definitely show up. There is nothing special today. Send this letter and everything will be over."
"So it's just a matter of hard work on the last day."
Zhou Deng smiled: "This is a bit easier. Now when something appears in the ancient house, you can be sure that it is the recipient. There is no twists and turns, it is relatively simple and direct."
"That's right." Yang Jian nodded.
The last bit of time passed slowly.
soon.
The time on everyone's mobile phones and watches came to twelve o'clock exactly.
On the seventh day, the first seven resurrection nights began.