Scattered sounds were heard next to the strange old house. People were digging under the soil with lanterns and following a strange black old tree. It seemed like they had been digging for a while.
A pit gradually appeared in front of me.
The soil in the pit was also black, giving off a rancid smell, as if it was mixed with blood and water and then rotted and deteriorated.
This kind of soil is a bit familiar to Yang Jian, like the grave soil of Fushou Garden in Dahai City.
It is a mixture of mud and flesh, not just ordinary mud.
The soil was very loose, and everyone could easily dig it out with the simplest tools. When they dug down about one meter, a twisted outline of a corpse emerged. This was the stench of a rotting corpse.
It was covered with tree roots, as if the tree had grown by absorbing nutrients from the corpse.
The corpse was strange and the trees were growing very strangely.
"The corpse in black clothes, no." Zhou Deng took a look and immediately shook his head.
"Fill the soil back in." Yang Jian said.
Others felt very disappointed and could only continue to work hard to fill back the soil they had finally dug out.
This process can only be done manually.
Because there is supernatural power in this old forest, Yang Jian's ghost realm cannot affect it. Otherwise, he can directly use his ghost eyes to peek under the soil and even directly remove the corpse.
it is a pity.
He can't do it.
Naturally, others couldn't do it, so they could only use the clumsiest and least efficient method to dig one tree after another.
No one knows what can be dug out, and no one knows what to expect.
Due to the limitations of the white lanterns, everyone could not move too far apart. At most, they could only dig two trees at the same time. If they were further away, they would worry about being attacked by nearby ghosts.
Although it is safe now, everyone has not forgotten that the evil ghost is lingering around them.
"It's here." Suddenly, Li Yang next to him said.
They are digging another tree.
Half of the hem of the white clothes was exposed under the soil. Although it was stained with filth, it could still be clearly distinguished.
It's just that this piece of clothing is very damaged, with pits formed by rot, as if it will oxidize and break at any time. No one knows how long the clothes have been buried under the old tree.
"It's exactly what Zhou Deng said, with white clothes." Fan Xing said in surprise.
He didn't believe it before, but now that the evidence is in front of him, he has no choice but to believe it.
Continue to dig out the soil next to it.
Only then did everyone see clearly what was under the soil.
A rotten and blackened corpse, without flesh and blood, only a skeleton. It was unclear whether it was a man or a woman. It was not wearing white clothes, but wrapped in a white cloth, like a shroud, but now
This white shroud has rotted a lot, or something has changed since it was buried.
The body actually came out of the shroud.
Yang Jian immediately stretched out his cracked spear and used coffin nails to directly pick up the white shroud.
It went very smoothly, with no abnormalities or changes.
"Took it out, a tattered white shroud?" Zhou Deng looked at it and recognized it at a glance, looking very experienced.
Yang Jian reached out and took it off and shook it gently to shake off the soil, revealing a tattered white cloth.
"It looks like a tablecloth, but it looks like a shroud." The eagle took a look and said, "Look, this cloth is square, very similar to a table."
"Is this thing really useful? It's hard to believe." Li Yang became a little suspicious.
Yang Jian said, "Who knows, let's keep looking. There are quite a few of us, and it will be a bit difficult to find enough mourning clothes for each of us in the remaining time."
"Be prepared, let's look for it first." Fan Xing nodded.
Everyone started to take action again, digging along the old trees next to the ancient house.
The probability of wearing white mourning clothes is really low.
Even a little small. During the excavation, everyone found many strange corpses. Some of these corpses were highly decomposed, some had only white bones left, and some were weird and terrifying. They were still fresh. Their skin was pale and had no color.
Outside, it's not even stiff yet.
However, when digging up such a corpse, the default is to stop and bury it immediately, and do not dare to continue messing around.
The trees here seem to be at least several decades old. After so many years, the corpse has not rotted and is still fresh. It is easy to imagine why. It is probably not a corpse, but a sleeping ghost.
If things get messed up like this, there's no telling what kind of danger will happen if Li Guixing wakes up.
In addition, they also dug up some incomplete items.
For example, a half-dead human head. When the soil was dug up, the head still had its eyes wide open. It was gray, pale, and had no signs of decay.
There are even two corpses walking in some pits. The two corpses are highly decomposed, but the corpses are connected to each other, like babies, but they are not the size of babies, but that of adults.
In terms of body shape, one of the conjoined corpses had a strange and ferocious appearance, while the other corpse was twisted in pain.
It was as if a evil ghost was invading a living person's body.
Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately buried the soil and stopped digging.
As time passed by, everyone began to feel a little anxious because the mourning clothes in their hands were not enough, far from enough.
Yang Jian, Li Yang, Da Qiang, Ying Ying, Yang Xiaohua, Fan Xing, Zhou Deng, and a strange ghost controller. The total number of people is eight. They need to find at least eight mourning clothes to successfully cope with tomorrow.
Condolences.
If there is still no way to gather mourning clothes by twelve o'clock, someone will definitely be in danger because of the lack of these things.
"Only three items were found, and there is still one hour left. I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle if this continues." Yingying frowned and looked at Yang Jian.
This is a hidden danger.
If things go wrong, there will be fights due to uneven division of accounts. Even if you don't take action, there will be many conflicts later.
Yang Jian didn't speak, but his ghost eyes moved restlessly: "Keep digging and find as much as you can. The rest depends on the situation."
Everyone remained silent at this moment and continued working.
At 11:30, luck seemed to have returned a little bit, and everyone dug up another mourning dress, but I don't know if it was considered true, because wrapped under the white mourning dress was a dead baby, and the dead baby seemed to be still alive.
It is unformed and connected to the umbilical cord, as if it had just been taken out of the belly.
But what is frightening is that the strange baby's belly is still rising and falling, as if it is breathing or sleeping.
Yang Jian looked at it, pondered for a while, and took the mourning clothes away because he only had four of them, which was still not enough. Although the unformed baby looked very scary, and was even in better condition than the other corpses.
That's fine, but at this juncture, I no longer care about whether I might provoke these supernatural beings.
It's all in vain if you can't survive tomorrow.
The time has come to 11:50 pm.
At this time, everyone had begun to stop, because the time left was no longer enough to dig a tree.
"That's it. It seems that we can only find so much. There is really nothing we can do about the rest. This thing is so deceptive. We dug all the way from there, taking turns to rest and work. Basically, there was nothing for six hours.
Intermittent." The eagle panted, very tired.
The tools in hand are not good either, otherwise the efficiency will be faster.
Yang Jian didn't rest for a moment. He used ghost shadow to dig. He was very fast, but no matter how fast he was, he was limited by the range of the white lantern.
"It feels like everything was planned. We were carrying a lantern, so we only found four pieces of mourning clothes. There are eight of us here, and there are two lanterns. If we carry two lanterns, we might be able to find them just right.
Eight pieces, meeting all our needs.”
Zhou Dengli said thoughtfully.
"It's not your fault. I lost a lantern. What do you mean by saying this now?" Fan Xing complained.
"What should we do now? There are only four pieces, and half of the people can't get them. Is it possible to let the other half die?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone else's expressions changed.
The most uneasy person is Yang Xiaohua. She is an ordinary person. If she wants to eliminate half of the people, she will definitely be unable to avoid it.
"I don't have to. I have the music box Yang Jian gave me in my mind. I won't necessarily be killed." Eagle said, and he took the initiative to give up a place.
Because he also knew that the curse of the music box would definitely lead to death in a few days, so he didn't want to start an argument at this time, it was pointless.
After losing hope of living, he looked away a lot.
The reason why I am still working so hard is that I want to leave here alive and see my children, live a normal life for a few more days, and say goodbye to this world.
"It's not the time to discuss this yet, the changes on the fourth day have begun..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his head slightly to look into the air.
"Woo! Woo!"
night.
got windy.
The cold wind blew the treetops of the old forest, shaking the whole forest, and made a whining sound, like something crying in the woods. It was very similar to the mourning sound that appeared on the first day, but it was more real.
, it is clearer, and it is not the feeling of something that seems to be nothing.
"boom!"
next moment.
A strange old tree was blown by the wind and lost its balance and fell directly to the ground.
"Um?"
When everyone looked at it, their eyes suddenly shrank.
"That tree was the first tree we ever dug up..."
The words are not finished yet.
The second tree arrived. It was the second tree that everyone dug up.
Then the third tree, the fourth tree, the fifth tree... one tree after another was blown to the ground by the wind. Those old trees were undoubtedly dug by Yang Jian and the others before.
It doesn't matter whether they touched the body under the tree or not.
"When we dug, we clearly didn't touch the tree roots. We were very careful to avoid them." Yang Xiaohua said with a slight trembling at the moment.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "The supernatural imbalance is like this. It's completely unreasonable. Even if you just dug up the soil and didn't touch the body, maybe a certain balance has been broken. This fourth day of condolences is inherently very dangerous.
Yes, according to previous judgments, the ancient house should become more dangerous day by day until the first seven days come."
"There are still five minutes until twelve o'clock." Eagle looked at the time and said immediately.
The trees are still falling, without exception.
The pit dug by the six disappeared people seemed to be a fatal signal. Now the danger is being released, even by their own hands.
"You can't blame me now. Everyone took action just now. By the way, I don't want to wear mourning clothes tomorrow. Just think of it as my compensation for everyone. It's interesting enough now." Zhou Deng was afraid at this time.
Being pointed at by everyone, he quickly abdicated his responsibility.
He even withdrew from the quota of mourning clothes.
The withdrawal of him and the previous Eagle made the others feel a lot relieved.
Because the probability of survival is greater.
"Wow ah..."
Another row of trees fell, and at this time the cry of a baby echoed in the old forest.
Hearing this cry, everyone immediately thought of the strange baby that had not yet formed. The baby was sleeping before, but now it seems to be awake...
"The baby is awake. You are familiar with this thing Yang Jian. You have experience in dealing with ghost babies. It will be up to you when the time comes." Zhou Deng said immediately.
Yang Jian's eyes darkened: "Don't waste time, go back to the old house, you can't stay outside anymore, the funeral report on the third day is over."
"Hurry and leave." Everyone did not dare to delay, and immediately turned around and rushed towards the ancient house.
The cold wind continued to blow on the road.
The pale light emitted by the lantern in Yang Jian's hand was also shaking, as if it was affected, giving people the illusion that it would be extinguished at any time.
Fortunately, everyone was not far away from the ancient house, and they had reserved time in advance.
soon.
Everyone entered the ancient house again and went directly to the lobby. This time, everyone had experience and remembered to close the door.
"Time." Yang Jian asked.
"It's eleven fifty-nine," Eagle said.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately began to distribute mourning clothes. He directly threw one piece to Li Yang, then one piece to Da Qiang, and the other piece to Fan Xing.
Although I am very dissatisfied with that guy, I can no longer act on impulse at this juncture because he is a useful being.
"What about me?" Yang Xiaohua's voice was trembling, and she looked at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian still has one thing in his hand, but that thing belongs to him by default, because no one can compete with Yang Jian.
Yang Jian didn't speak, but just looked at Zhou Deng: "As compensation, I will take out a piece of yellow paper for her to use. Let the past be forgotten."
Zhou Deng's eyes moved. He knew that Yang Jian still had one in his hand, but he didn't ask why Yang Jian didn't take it out and use it. He just nodded: "I'm not responsible for anything that goes wrong."
"You don't need to be responsible." Yang Jian said.
"good."
Zhou Deng took out a piece of yellow paper and walked towards Yang Xiaohua.
Those who were assigned mourning clothes began to wear them immediately.
At the same time twelve o'clock arrived.
A gust of cold wind poured in from the patio not far from the lobby, instantly invading this ancient house. This wind made people feel chilly all over, and even the lantern in Yang Jian's hand suddenly went out at this moment.
.
The wind blew out the lantern.
The pale light also disappeared.
"Sure enough, this lantern will be useless on the fourth day. Like the incense before, it is something that saved your life in the past, but in the next few days, these life-saving effects will disappear." Yang Jian thought to himself.
.
He has realized this, so he doesn't feel any pity.
He threw the lantern aside casually.
Yang Jian also immediately put on his mourning clothes.
"Bang! Bang!"
Sudden.
Two loud noises were heard, and the door of the ancient house was pushed open by something unknown, making two loud noises.
Then, they heard rapid footsteps invading from outside the ancient house.
"The ghost is coming."
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Although I knew that the fourth day of condolences was dangerous, I didn't expect it to be so direct.
The ghost forest went out of control, and the evil ghosts directly invaded the ancient house.
No door can stop it.
On the first day, the ghosts only dared to knock on the door and did not dare to set foot here even if the door was open.
It's only the fourth day, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.