The advance announcement of the funeral on the third day caused everyone in the ancient house to immediately encounter unprecedented dangers.
Originally, according to the situation of the vigil on the second day, Yang Jian and others only needed to stay near the red coffin in the back hall and they would be safe. However, first Fan Xing and others were provoked by a curse from some kind of evil ghost, which caused a lot of trouble in the ancient house.
The evil ghost discovered the people hiding in the back hall.
It was okay to leave it like this, but Zhou Deng walked around outside with a white lantern and finished the funeral procession on the third day.
This led him to attract evil spirits from outside into the ancient house.
Now there are evil spirits inside and outside the ancient house.
Everyone had no choice but to fight against the evil ghost.
Yang Jian guarded the red coffin to prevent any evil ghosts from approaching. What he was most worried about was that the old man would be influenced by other evil ghosts at this time, causing him to wake up early and ruining the first seven days.
Wang Feng and other ghost masters guarded the back door.
Relying on a game of dice, the time for the evil ghost to invade the ancient house was forcibly delayed.
"The key to breaking the situation lies with Li Yang. Once Li Yang returns successfully, the situation here can be reversed." Yang Jian knew very well what to do next.
Everyone must withstand the pressure from the evil ghosts and hold on until the moment of opportunity arrives.
if not.
Yang Jian must consider abandoning everyone, giving up delivering messages, giving up this ancient house, and surviving alone...
If he has the ability to survive, he will naturally not be buried here with everyone.
at the same time.
Li Yang started walking while staring at the burning speed of the red ghost candle in his hand. His journey was relatively smooth, passing by the patio and arriving behind the gate.
He tried to open the wooden door.
It turned out that the wooden door seemed to be stuck and could not be opened easily.
The ghost candle in his hand burned faster and faster.
If less than half of the remaining ghost candles are consumed in this way, they may not be able to withstand it for even one minute.
Li Yang gritted his teeth and stretched the ghost candle towards the crack in the middle of the door.
The flames of the ghost candle swelled suddenly, and then a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, and there were more than one. These footsteps quickly dispersed.
Crunch!
The old door is now open.
The ghost candle's candle flame flickered, and there was only a small section left.
"The cost of using ghost candles to drive away evil ghosts is too high, and we cannot afford the expense." Li Yang gritted his teeth and quickly placed the ghost candles farther away to ensure the safety of the door.
Then he looked up and saw the white lantern hanging on the door.
A cold wind blows.
The old faded pale lantern swayed and emitted light.
Looking back, I saw several strange figures vaguely appearing near the ghost candle's candlelight. Those figures swayed back and forth, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, making it impossible to accurately capture the exact location.
The evil ghost is wandering outside this gate.
It seems that after the funeral, I couldn't help but feel that there was a ghost at the back door, and it was the same in the front. I'm afraid the surroundings of the entire ancient house were not much better.
Li Yang took advantage of the last period of time when the ghost candle was burning, quickly climbed up the door, and then took down the white lantern.
Everything went well.
This is a near miss.
As soon as he got the lantern, the light from the ghost candle he placed on the ground was immediately extinguished.
There were too many ghosts nearby, and the candlelight was completely unbearable. It was completely consumed, and not a single candle was left.
There is no eerie candlelight.
The strange silhouette that was illuminated nearby disappeared immediately.
The ghost did not leave and was still wandering around.
But at this moment, without the influence of the ghost candle, Li Yang could no longer see these ghosts.
He felt that the surroundings were extremely cold.
There was even a feeling of something cold touching his skin, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by evil spirits, as if it was about to be swallowed up.
Even though he didn't see anything around him, Li Yang could still smell the smell of rotting corpses and the fishy smell of soil.
"The ghost didn't attack me." Li Yang grabbed the white lantern.
A pale pale light emitted from the lantern, illuminating the surrounding area and preventing him from getting lost.
And once you leave this area, the rest of the place is horribly drowsy.
"Go back quickly."
Li Yang did not dare to delay at all. If he hesitated here for a few seconds, a few more people might die in the back hall.
So he held a lantern and immediately walked along the side of the ancient house to go around to the back hall.
But as soon as he moved his steps, his face suddenly froze.
Behind him, a series of footsteps sounded, as if the ghost lingering around was following behind him.
Li Yang sped up, and the footsteps behind him also sped up.
Look back.
There was nothing behind him, only dead silence and darkness.
"Ghosts will not kill people who report mourning, so the way to survive on the third day is this... According to normal circumstances, everyone has to leave the old house on the third day, holding lanterns and leading the ghosts here
I wandered around the old house until the funeral service was over on the third day, and now I understand."
Li Yang is not stupid, he is also a survivor of supernatural events.
If you didn't have any brains, you would have died in the ghost painting incident long ago. It would be impossible to become a ghost controller and survive until now.
"So, my mission is not to return to the back hall with the lantern, but to lure away other ghosts near the ancient house so that the captain can deal with the ghosts in the ancient house with peace of mind."
"The captain's judgment is correct. The vigil on the second day and the funeral on the third day cannot overlap. Now we must find a way to correct it."
After Li Yang thought clearly, his pace quickened.
No matter what supernatural phenomena are happening behind him or around him, he will never stop taking action.
Even though he moved very quickly.
But for everyone in the back hall, let alone persisting for several hours, even if they persist for one minute, they will have to pay a heavy price.
A red dice rolled several times on the ground and finally stopped.
The number is: 2.
On the opposite side, the number on a black die is: 5.
Whose point is Gui's 5? Wang Feng's point is 2.
When the game reached the fifth game, Wang Feng's luck ran out. He was tense all over and broke into a cold sweat. He stared at the points he threw, as if he had lost his mind, but with a few points.
unbelievable.
"I, I lost..." Wang Feng's mouth moved.
Then his body began to become cold quickly, the blood on his face began to disappear immediately, and the look in his eyes suddenly extinguished, like a spark in the strong wind, being ruthlessly extinguished by this cruel world.
Wang Feng was motionless, he had no breath.
He lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying ancient house.
"Did you lose?" Eagle glanced at it, feeling inexplicably sad.
Wang Feng was cursed by strange letters, became a messenger, and struggled to survive all the way. He survived from the first floor to the fourth floor of the post office, sent more than a dozen terrible letters, experienced countless dangers, and even invaded the fourth floor.
Even the ghosts couldn't kill him, but unexpectedly, he was still stuck at the last level.
After all, I couldn't get past the fifth floor of the post office and stopped here.
The cold breath invaded from outside the back door at this moment.
Wang Feng lost, and the ghost will come in now.
"I'll bet with the ghost."
At this moment, a ghost controller gritted his teeth and pushed away Wang Feng's body, sat down again, picked up the red dice and threw it out.
Before the ghost comes in.
This person took over the gambling game forcefully and continued what Wang Feng had done before.
The red dice spun and finally stopped. An unimaginable number was thrown out by the ghost controller: 6.
The maximum number of points appears.
"Ha ha."
The ghost controller smiled, and his nervous smile showed some unnatural twitching on his face.
The game begins.
The cold breath stopped and did not invade the ancient house.
The ghost was forcibly brought into this game and bound by the rules of the game.
Therefore, even if Gui wins Wang Feng's bet, it is useless. As long as someone continues the game, he must continue to gamble until everyone on Yang Jian's side is dead.
soon.
The black dice started spinning, and the number the ghost rolled was: 5.
Another 5.
Wang Feng died on this number before, but the ghost controller rolled a 6 first.
So the first one won.
The cold breath retreated and left the back door.
"The ghosts are gone." The ghost controller immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then grinned.
But this smile just appeared, and soon it froze again.
A pair of old black cloth shoes came over and tried to enter the back hall, but stopped at the threshold.
Later.
The black dice used to represent the evil spirits spun.
"It's a ghost again. Wang Feng won a bet and left before. How long ago did it come again?" The ghost controller's heart suddenly shrank.
Because ghosts that cannot be driven away by this supernatural game must be extremely dangerous.
The ghost who participated in this game for the second time seemed to have some bad luck.
2:00.
"It seems that I can live longer than you." The ghost controller glanced at Wang Feng's body.
At this moment, Fan Xing had already taken Wang Feng's body and threw it out of the back door like trash. He quickly disappeared from everyone's sight and rolled down a slope into the woods behind.
The messenger's body cannot be placed in this ancient house.
Once possessed by something, the corpse is no longer a corpse, but a ghost.
In addition, no one can guarantee that Wang Feng is not a ghost controller.
Therefore, everyone was silent and had no objection to Fan Xing's behavior.
Although Wang Feng did make great efforts and sacrifices before, but now that he is dead, everything is meaningless. Those who survive must continue to survive and cannot be affected by his corpse.
The other ghost controller who took over followed Wang Feng's example and held the dice in his hand for ten seconds.
It's up in ten seconds.
He was not greedy for time and immediately threw the red dice out.
The ghost's points are 2.
The probability of winning is very high.
But fate seemed to have played a joke on him. When the red dice stopped spinning, a point that made him desperate appeared: 1.
1 o'clock.
It's smaller than the ghost's 2 o'clock.
"How could it be like this, how could it be like this? How could it be a little bit..."
This man immediately went insane, like a gambler who had lost all his money in a bet, with red, bloodshot eyes and a roar.
"Luck is like this. You may have six points, or you may have one point. You may win, but a ghost will never lose. The biggest unfairness is not in the game, but in the identity of the person betting against you.
You can never win against a ghost, just like a gambler can never win against a banker." Eagle said solemnly.
The ghost master was still roaring, venting his inner dissatisfaction.
But to no avail.
soon.
He staggered and fell to the ground.
His face was cold, his mouth was enlarged, his eyes were dim and lifeless.
His life was wiped out by the supernatural, and even a ghost master could not resist the terrifying curse of this ghost dice.
It's just that once this person dies, someone has to take over the bet.
That pair of old black cloth shoes has a tendency to go into the back hall at this moment.
According to Yang Jian's regulations.
After one of the ghost masters dies, the messenger must be replaced.
Now there are only three messengers left.
Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua.
Daqiang's eyes flashed, as if he didn't want to get involved so soon. As an ordinary person, Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon in her hand, and it wasn't time to go on stage yet.
So at this time, the eagle did not refuse, and immediately picked up the black dice on the ground and threw it out.
The game continues.
The old black cloth shoes have stopped.
As before, because the eagle started the game directly, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules and continued the point-throwing game.
"Isn't Li Yang back yet? Three of them are already dead. If we continue to die like this, we are destined to be wiped out by the group."
Fan Xing was very impatient at this time, and he was almost desperate when he saw this situation.
People around him died one after another.
Either he was killed by the ghost invasion, or he died to delay the evil ghost.
The most important thing is that there is no hope in the process of fighting against the evil ghost.
This is because Yang Jian is here.
He alone withstood all the evil spirits coming from the lobby without letting a single one come.
But even this is of no avail.
If the intrusion of evil spirits from outside is not curbed, the group will still inevitably end up being destroyed in the end.
If he had known that such a situation would happen, he should not have been stupid enough to fight for the right to speak. Wouldn't he just hug the ghost-eyed Yang Jian's thigh obediently?
And that damn Zhou Deng.
If everyone listens to Yang Jian's instructions, the first seven might be able to survive safely.
"rustle......"
In the dark lobby, the lingering sound of the radio sounded again.
The signal was quickly received successfully, and strange words came out: "Hey, hey, you are all going to die, soon...shasha~!"
Yang Jian's face darkened.
The coffin nail in his hand made him want to nail this thing immediately, but his reason told him that the coffin nail was not ready for use yet.
If he really loses control and can no longer hold on, the nail in his coffin will be left to the old man in the coffin.
At least the most dangerous things must be solved.
The rest is left to fate.
Yang Xiaohua was trembling all over at this moment, and she felt that even breathing was a luxury.
Although I knew this delivery mission would be difficult, I didn't expect it to be so terrifying.
Her body was tense for a long time, and she felt that her whole body was frozen, as if she had lost consciousness. She had no choice but to move her body in a small range, so as not to be unable to move if she encountered danger later.
Yang Xiaohua took a few steps back.
But there’s still another moment.
Her expression suddenly changed.
After taking a few steps back, she missed her foot and fell backwards uncontrollably.
It was as if there was an abyss behind me.
"ah!"
Yang Xiaohua let out a scream.
Several people nearby looked at it.
Immediately, everyone's eyes narrowed.
A gap appeared in the wall behind Yang Xiaohua.
It's like the wall is cracked.
It is also like a bottomless abyss that wants to swallow the living.
Yang Jian had been on guard against accidents, and the moment Yang Xiaohua fell down, his evil hand moved.
Several ghost hands appeared on Yang Xiaohua's body and invaded her body.
next moment.
The red balloon in Yang Xiaohua's hand directly wrapped around her arm, and quickly floated up with her whole body.
Because at this moment, there was a ghost and supernatural power in her body, so the red balloon worked.
"Have the walls of the back hall been eroded by the supernatural?" Yang Jian pondered.
He still maintains his condition and uses the smallest means to produce the best results.
Because it’s still early, there are still many areas where we have to work hard.