After dawn, Sheng Nuan followed Xie Lan out. As soon as she went out, she saw He Cheng running out of the mourning hall and her whole body was about to collapse.
"I'm still alive, right? I'm still alive!"
Xie Lan was speechless, Sheng Nuan smiled: "Yes, I'm alive, not a paper man."
He Cheng fell to the ground and said, "I thought I was dead, and the second half of the night was my illusion..."
At this time, the rest of the people also came out of the house.
Chen Chen was the first one and saw Sheng Nuan. His eyes lit up first, but then he saw that her hand was held by Xie Lan.
Chen Chen's expression suddenly froze, his lips were pursed, and a depressed look flashed in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, after one night, the two people were not dead.
The others were also surprised. Mr. Zhong stepped forward and spoke in a warm voice: "I know it was you two who were guarding last night. I've been worried for a long time. As long as you're fine."
Xie Lan said no less and no less.
Mr. Zhong pondered and said, "We have no competition with each other. I don't know if Brother Yan is willing to tell everyone about the funeral hall so that the people who keep their lives tonight can save their lives."
After he finished speaking, everyone looked at Xie Lan.
Xie Lan glanced at Mr. Zhong's hypocritical expression and spoke indifferently: "Because we found important clues last night and reached an agreement with the tricks in the coffin."
After a word came to an end, everyone was stunned.
Clues? And agreement?
Mr. Zhong was a little anxious: "I don't know what the clue is?"
The others looked at Xie Lan without blinking.
Xie Lan did not hide his own personal information, but just hid the way to get clues. His clues were obtained from the tricks of playing cards with Sheng Nuan, but he changed them to from the female ghost in red.
He talked about the village's involvement in trafficking and abuse of women, as well as dealing with the female ghost in red.
"She asked to bring all her enemies to the ancestral hall. If we can't do it, the one who keeps the guards tonight will undoubtedly die."
The other people's expressions changed, and their faces were a little ugly.
After all, Xie Lan and the others have already guarded the spirit, and he made a deal with the female ghost to save his life, but the one who was unlucky was the people behind him.
Mr. Zhong frowned with anger: "But, how do we know who her enemy is?"
Yang Zhao, who had not spoken, pondered and said, "Have you ever noticed that village chief?"
The rest looked at him, and Yang Zhao continued, "He has never stepped into the ancestral hall since the beginning."
Sheng Nuan looked at Yang Zhao in surprise.
I've been silent, but I've been quite careful.
Xie Lan nodded: "That's right."
The scene seemed to be the home court for Xie Lan and Yang Zhao. Mr. Zhong, who had always claimed to be experienced, flashed unhappiness on his face and then took a step forward: "Now there is no chance to hesitate, otherwise the person who keeps keeping his soul guard tonight will die.
Undoubtedly, I suggest that if you meet the village chief later, you will take him directly into the ancestral hall."
He Cheng glanced at him: "Who did it?"
Mr. Zhong wanted to regain control, but he didn't expect to be criticized as soon as he spoke, and his expression froze for a moment.
After a pause, he had to retreat and his tone returned to gentleness: "To be safe, I suggest everyone do it together."
He Cheng sneered disdainfully.
If you are not capable, you still want to be a person and become an official?
At this time, the gate of the ancestral hall was pushed open with a creaking sound. Everyone turned around and saw the mourning daughter Dai and the village chief standing outside the door.
The one who came in was still the mourning daughter, and the village chief stood motionless outside the ancestral hall.
"What you want to do today is to go to the temple to recite scriptures. There are candles at the door, and two candles are lit in front of you. Put them in front of you, close your eyes and recite scriptures until the candles burn out."
Before the Mother-in-law could finish her speech, she was interrupted by Yang Zhao with a cold sneer: "Light a candle for yourself? Are you putting yourself on the table as a sacrifice?"
As soon as he spoke, the rest of them frowned immediately.
Seeing that the mourning daughter's expression suddenly became gloomy, Xie Lan said gently: "Okay, no problem, everyone, go get the candle."
As he said that, he glanced around everyone and turned around and walked out the door first.
At this time, the rest of the people remembered their plan just now: drag the village chief into the ancestral hall.
There are already clues. If you are stupid enough to follow the NPC's arrangements step by step, you don't know when your life will be lost.
What's more, it might be whose turn will be keeping tonight.
No one is willing to bet on his own life, and now he can only fight.
Everyone followed Xie Lan without saying a word. Mr. Zhong did not show his head and walked among the crowd.
He wanted to be the person who was talking, but his purpose was to use his old player as an old player to deceive others into rushing to him.
But now it is obvious that no one takes him seriously, and there is no need for him to risk his life to rush forward.
When they arrived outside the ancestral hall, everyone seemed to be going to get candles, but in fact they surrounded the village chief in the middle without any trace.
Sheng Nuan happened to be behind the village chief. Seeing that those people were tense and dared not take action, she just looked at Xie Lan with her eyes. She curled her lips disdainfully, then bent down to pick up the bricks on the ground and took a photo of the village chief with one brick. Back of the head.
This old guy is not a good bird!
However, Sheng Nuan slapped her hard and thought of something... Her body really has no strength.
The next moment, the village chief slowly turned around and looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes gradually becoming gloomy: "What are you doing?"
Sheng Nuan was a little dumbfounded. Xie Lan couldn't help laughing across from her...
He glanced at the little devil who was staring at the village chief in a daze, and then took action without warning.
Sheng Nuan knew that Xie Lan had some skill in it, but she didn't expect it to be so neat.
He kicked the village chief's knee from behind... If it were an ordinary person, he would kneel down immediately, but the village chief's body was as stiff as a stone, and he turned around and attacked him directly.
Xie Lan's face remained unchanged and leaned back away. He grabbed the village chief's arm and twisted it violently, turning it from the village chief's back to the other side, and kicked it again.
He was so fast that when Yang Zhao, Chen Chen and He Cheng all came to help, the village chief was already pressed to the ground with his arm twisted back and stepped on his back.
Mr. Zhong always hid behind and did not take action. Next to him, the little white dress saw Xie Lanli, who was originally gentle and cold, falling into a cruel skill. He was stunned at first, and then bit his lip and was full of regret.
She was too anxious before.
Judging from his appearance to Sheng Nuan, you can tell that he was eating the sweetheart girl. She is no worse than Sheng Nuan.
If I hadn't been in a hurry to hold the thigh of the surname Zhong before, it might not have been impossible to climb up to this person's deep words in time.
When you are not moving, you are gentle and restrained, and when you act ruthlessly and resolutely, such a person can truly rely on in this thrilling world.
The only old fried dough stick is good at selling mouths...
No one noticed the regret in the eyes of the little white skirt. The mourning daughter looked as cold as ever. After arranging their tasks, she seemed to have never seen the village chief's experience at all. She turned around and left with her body stiffened.
The village chief was dragged into the ancestral hall, and his blue-white face was twisted to the point of hideousness.
"Let me go, do you want to die?"
"You all have to die! Let me go...all have to die!"
However, no one paid attention to his intimidation. Xie Lan and He Cheng dragged his arms left and right and dragged him into the mourning hall.
Just as the village chief was dragged into the mourning hall, the flames of the candle in front of the altar shook and suddenly rose.
The raised flames were filled with a cold and gloomy light, and then, with a squeak, a harsh sound was made in the coffin that was originally motionless.
It was like a fingernail was picking the wooden board, and then the lid of the coffin was slowly removed, and a blue and white claw suddenly pierced out...