Fan Xing and other ghost masters gathered together. There were quite a few people, including him, there were six of them.
It's a pity that Zhou Deng is not gregarious, otherwise their team would be even more powerful.
"Did you hear it? There was noise coming from next door. It seemed like someone was listening to the radio..." One person said in a low voice.
There was a rustling electronic sound coming from the room next to him. It was from an old-fashioned radio, and the radio seemed to be constantly modulating the frequency, trying to recover the signal, but it was very unstable. Occasionally it could make sound but it was intermittent.
of.
"The time is now 11:40, and there are still 20 minutes until the next day. Do you want to go next door and have a look? If you are lucky, you can get a supernatural item." Fan Xing's eyes flashed, and he was a little excited.
stand up.
After all, it's in the next room, very close.
There is also plenty of time, and I can definitely take action once.
"How do you divide the things after you get them?" someone asked.
Fan Xing said: "It depends on who survives in the end."
The others thought for a moment and nodded immediately: "Okay, let's do it like this. There are so many of us who can suppress even the devils. Sitting here doing nothing is a waste of time."
"Then take action, don't waste time." Fan Xing said immediately
Immediately, everyone in this room immediately walked out.
It was quiet outside, and there was a rustling sound from the room next door. The wooden door was not well insulated, and the hollow windows clearly revealed the movement inside.
Fan Xing immediately reached out and pushed open the door of the second room.
The room that was originally empty yesterday unexpectedly found an old radio at this time. The radio placed on the table made a rustling sound, and the signal was intermittent, making it impossible to listen to any radio station.
"No ghosts found..." Fan Xing's eyes moved and he glanced at the others.
The others nodded.
We stepped into this room together.
However, as soon as these people walked in, the radio that originally lost signal suddenly connected. The rustling sound suddenly stopped, and a very ordinary voice came from the radio: "Hey, is there anyone there? Hello...
"
The radio seemed to have an error and seemed to pick up a phone signal.
"Hey, did anyone hear you? Hello."
The six people in the room stared at the radio without saying a word, and there was silence.
It seemed that no one dared to respond to this voice.
"Hey, hello, can you hear me?" the person on the radio asked again and again.
Still no one answered.
They are all ghost masters, and few of them are stupid. Who dares to respond to the voice coming from such a thing.
The voice from the radio repeated the question several times, and took the trouble to ask for five minutes. In the end, no one responded, and it gradually disappeared again.
"Shasha...chi! Chi!"
The signal was cut off again.
At this time, the others felt a little relieved, and one of them said: "This thing doesn't look good, take it away quickly and leave this room."
Fan Xing nodded and was about to take away the weird radio.
Sudden.
The signal on Rusty's radio suddenly became clear again, and the voice from before rang again, with a bit of weird laughter; "Hey, hey, there is indeed someone, I heard... Rusty!"
Immediately after these words, the radio cut off the signal again.
"Oops."
Fan Xing's eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart was lifted at this moment.
He looked at the ghost master who was speaking.
The man's face was also livid: "Don't look at me. I was careless just now. I didn't know this thing could be deceptive."
Fan Xing picked up the radio at this moment. At this moment, he found that the radio was old and disfigured. It could not operate at all. It was even filled with soil, as if it had just been dug out somewhere.
"This is not a supernatural object, it is a medium to spread a curse."
He tried to move the radio, but there was no response. If it was a supernatural item, it must be usable.
This time greed got into trouble.
Not only did he gain nothing, he was also cursed by some kind of evil spirit.
"leave here."
Fan Xing lost the radio with a dark face and hurriedly evacuated.
The others also hurriedly dispersed.
But it seems a bit late now.
As soon as they went out, they suddenly saw that it was pitch dark outside the corridor.
Darkness has invaded the doorway of this room.
Next to it, an old black Taishi chair was placed in the aisle, blocking the advance of darkness. However, what made everyone feel horrified was that there were hands on the back of the Taishi chair. Those hands were cold and stiff.
The nails were pitch black and the fingers were covered with bruises, bruises and black patches.
The other end of the hand was submerged in the darkness and it was impossible to see clearly what was behind it.
And at this moment, the black Taishi chair in the aisle was being pushed forward by those terrifying hands, and it made a creaking sound across the ground.
"No..."
Fan Xing and others were immediately frightened when they saw this. They did not dare to get close to the thing behind the black chair and ran away.
The room is no longer safe and we 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 was still some distance away.
But the movements of Fan Xing and others have attracted Yang Jian's attention.
"Others left the room and entered the lobby?" Yang Jian frowned.
I looked at the time.
It's already eleven fifty-five.
The next day has not arrived yet.
"Someone may have done something stupid. Otherwise, how could they have entered the lobby early if they were so greedy for life and fear of death." Yang Jian's eyes moved.
He's used to it.
There must be some idiots in a crowd.
But that's okay.
Idiots are destined not to live long, they just have to die.
"It's time to go out. I was basically sure on the first day that it was a vigil. The abnormality came from the room. This means that the room cannot be stayed. If we continue to stay, we will die here." Yang Jian moved his body and stood up.
Get up and push out the door.
He looked deep into the aisle.
It was dark.
The Grand Master's chair is placed in at least the sixth room in the distance. It is still a little far away from here, so it is considered safe for the time being.
But it's much closer than the previous distance.
But when he looked towards the opposite aisle, his face darkened.
The corridor where those people lived was shrouded in darkness. At the door of the first room in the corridor, a black Taishi chair appeared with a pair of strange palms on it.
The ghost has appeared and is about to invade the ancient house.
"It's only the first day, and the second day hasn't started yet." Yang Jian was not thinking about some idiot who did something wrong.
But I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in my heart.
The ghost appeared the next day and was so close, so how would you survive the remaining days?
Can you really hold on until the first seven?
"Crunch!"
At the same time, deep in the corridor on my side, there was the sound of the wooden door opening. The sound was far away, and seemed to be behind the black Taishi chair.
"Not just over there, the situation here is not much better. This ancient house is leaking everywhere. I thought I could survive until the first seven days, but now it seems that the ancient house will completely collapse in just three days."
Already."
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, no longer thought about it, and went directly to the lobby to join the others.
It's time to find a way to survive the next crisis in the ancient house.
Everyone gathered together again, but Zhou Deng was missing.
I looked at the time.
It's twelve o'clock exactly at night.
The next day started.
This night is called vigil.
According to tradition, it is necessary to stay with the body of the deceased for one night.
"Yang Jian."
Seeing his appearance, many people immediately said hello.
Yang Jian glanced at those people with cold eyes: "What's the problem over there?"
Fan Xing's expression changed. He didn't hide anything. He told what happened just now and mentioned the problem with the radio.
"It's okay to be greedy. I'm greedy too, but if you're stupid and greedy, it's better to die early to avoid hurting other people." Yang Jian said coldly.
"Now is not the time to blame us. We should think of ways to complete today's task." Fan Xing did not dare to contradict Yang Jian, but just changed the subject.
Yang Jian said: "This night should be a vigil. If I guessed correctly, everywhere in the ancient house is no longer safe. The only safe place should be near the coffin in the back hall."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go and stay by the coffin."
"If you are wrong and this night is not a vigil but a day of condolences, then according to tradition, the coffin needs to be moved to the lobby and the lid of the coffin needs to be opened for people to pay their respects to the remains. Of course, there is also the possibility of mourning," Yang Jian said.
"..."
Others were silent.
But they didn't have time to hesitate and think.
Darkness is encroaching on the ancient house.
Although it was dim before, there was still light, but now, it is completely dark. The only place where you can still see clearly is the lobby and the patio.