The moment Chen Chen's voice sounded, in the darkness, Sheng Nuan raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of his lips.
The next moment, she pulled Xie Lan's collar: "Brother..."
Xie Lan frowned slightly: "It's fake, ignore it."
Sheng Nuan deliberately hesitated for a moment before humming: "Listen to brother."
Xie Lan's frowned brows relaxed again.
At this time, Chen Chen's voice outside began to become urgent and sharp: "Sister Sheng, help me, please, let me in, save me!"
No one paid attention to it. The voice became more urgent and even began to be twisted and ferocious. The door banged loudly: "Let me in, open the door, let me in!"
The wooden doors of these houses are very old, and it is actually not difficult to break in violently, but the thing outside can only bang the door, but cannot push it open.
After a while, it finally gave up and left quietly...
Sheng Nuan took this opportunity to lean tightly into Xie Lan's arms and hug him. Xie Lan was obviously a little stiff, but still didn't push her away.
The corners of her lips curled up, and she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
At the same time, in the mourning hall, Scarface and the greasy-headed man were sitting on the straw mat. The two of them were back to back in a tacit understanding. One was staring at the door of the mourning hall, and the other was looking at the offering table and coffin.
The wooden door of the mourning hall had a bolt, and they locked the door. The only light in the room was the light from the two thick candles burning.
The dim light swayed, casting an eerie shadow on everything around them, especially the paper-cut figures they made themselves in the corner, and the facial features depicted on their faces were particularly eerie.
The two of them had already agreed to spend the night with their eyes open and talk about the rest tomorrow... But both of them, who were entering the world of horror for the first time, didn't know that they, or one of them, had no tomorrow.
"squeak."
A creaking sound suddenly sounded, and both of them froze. The scarred face looked straight at the door, while the greasy-headed man stared blankly at the coffin behind the offering table.
He saw that the coffin lid had just moved.
The greasy-headed man grabbed Scarface's arm: "Brother, something is wrong..."
Scarface was also scared, but he didn't want to show it. He subconsciously wanted to curse, but before he could speak, he squeaked again.
This time he heard the source of the sound clearly. He turned around and looked at the coffin with the greasy-headed man. Then he saw that the coffin lid moved!
The coffin lid creaked and was pushed open, and in the next moment, a green and white claw suddenly stabbed out... against the red sleeves, it was shocking.
Scarface and the greasy-headed man both opened their eyes wide. The greasy-headed man was even a little breathless due to extreme fear, and his throat made a roaring sound.
Immediately afterwards, Scarface got up and ran towards the door like crazy, opened the door, but then froze there.
He saw several ghost figures standing there with hands hanging down in the yard, looking gloomily at the entrance of the mourning hall, as if waiting for him to go out and fall into a trap.
There were several outside, but only one inside. Scarface turned around and saw the oily man trying his best to get under the altar table.
A huge piece of white paper with inscriptions on it was spread out on the table and hung down, blocking the space under the altar table. The greasy-headed man was trying his best to get in.
Even if the obstacle in the small space inside is just a piece of paper.
With red eyes and red eyes, Scar rushed over and pulled the greasy man out and quickly got in, holding up a straw mat to block the front.
The greasy-headed man wanted to get up, but his legs were slipping on the ground and he couldn't get up. With great difficulty, he crawled and rolled to hide behind a pillar, and then he saw the red shadow in the coffin floating towards him.
Only then did the greasy-headed man see the other person's appearance clearly... The red cloth shirt was in tatters, and there was no large piece of it from the chest, abdomen to waist. The upper body seemed to be torn by something and only half of it was left. One hand only reached the wrist. It was miserable.
And extremely terrifying.
Seeing him, the pale-faced female ghost grinned and rushed towards him.
But at this moment, a rustling sound sounded, and the greasy-headed man had closed his eyes and prepared to wait for death, but the expected pain did not come.
He subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a paper man standing in front of him.
It was the crooked and somewhat ugly paper man he had pierced in the afternoon. At this moment, the somewhat funny paper man stood in front of him like a brave savior.
The female ghost moved forward, and the paper man waved the mourning stick in his hand. After a moment's pause, the female ghost turned around and floated toward the altar table.
Scarface was hiding under the altar table.
The greasy-headed man trembled and looked over there. He saw that the scattered paper man made by Scarface was also moving. But when he arrived at the offering table, the paper man with blood on his face did not stop the woman in red.
Ghost, instead, he stretched out his hand... and opened the covering of white paper.
The female ghost in red got directly under the altar table. The greasy-headed man opened his eyes wide, and his whole body was shaking because of too much fear. He couldn't say anything, and his throat made an unconscious trembling sound...
Scarface's screams resounded throughout the courtyard, and everyone heard it, but no one was surprised.
From the moment he threw the paper man, he had already set a date for his own death.
One night passed, and the next morning, Xie Lan opened his eyes and noticed the soft body in his arms. He opened his eyes quickly and still hadn't recovered.
Sheng Nuan looked at him with a smile: "Brother, good morning."
Xie Lan replied in a low voice and stepped back calmly.
When everyone appeared in the yard, the greasy-headed man rushed out of the mourning hall while crawling.
He trembled and wanted to speak, but nothing came out for most of the day. Mr. Zhong spoke first: "Where is Zhou Wang?"
The greasy-headed man trembled, then pointed to the mourning hall tremblingly.
A group of people walked into the mourning hall... The blood stains on the white paper under the altar table had completely disappeared, and it was impossible to tell what happened last night. However, in front of the altar table, next to the white candle, there was a lifelike paper man.
The facial features of the paper man are exactly the same as Scarface.
The group of people fell silent.
Perhaps because there were so many people, the greasy-headed man finally came to his senses, and then he roughly talked about what happened last night, especially that it was his paper man who saved him.
But the paper man he made had fallen apart, and the greasy-headed man was worried that he would have to keep vigil by himself tonight.
Mr. Zhong comforted him: "Probably not. Don't be too afraid."
In one sentence, the oil-headed man was moved to tears.
Sheng Nuan stood next to Xie Lan. Chen Chen walked up to her and said with fear in his eyes: "Sister Sheng, just be okay. Something pretended to be you crying and begging me to open the door last night."
The cold-faced Yang Zhao next to him said expressionlessly: "If I hadn't stopped him, both of us would have died."
Chen Chen was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I have no experience. I thought it was Sister Sheng who was really in danger." Bayi Chinese website
Sheng Nuan knew that this little puppy was not a newbie, but she was happy to see him acting and pretending to be good, and secretly planned to learn from it and then use it on Xie Lan.
She told Chen Chen sternly: "You are a newcomer, how could I ask you for help? In the future, listen to Mr. Yang Zhao more and don't be impulsive and harm yourself, do you understand?"
Chen Chen pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, I understand, Sister Sheng."
At this time, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and Dai Xiaonu and the village chief were outside the door yesterday... Dai Xiaonu came in with a bunch of things, and handed them to them while arranging what they should do next.
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In short, someone will come to bring breakfast soon. After breakfast, they need to go to the ancestral graves to sweep the tombs. While paying homage to their ancestors, they will also clean the newly built tombs and prepare them for burial.
The things given to them include an old-fashioned lantern, five brooms and dustpans, a mourning stick for each person, and some snacks and fruits as a memorial.
The lantern was handed to Xie Lan, and the others took the remaining things.
After a while, someone brought a simple breakfast, which was cold steamed buns and steamed sweet potatoes. After filling their stomachs, they took everything and set off.
Before leaving, Dai Xiaonv looked at the group of people with pity: "Remember, after arriving at the ancestor's grave, don't make a sound until you return to the yard, so as not to disturb the ancestors."
