"It's okay. If we don't go home today, grandpa will come to rescue us tomorrow." Shancha didn't worry too much and looked at the house carefully.
These are three bluestone rooms, square and square, with complete doors and windows.
Although the house was not popular, the flickering candlelight was reflected in the window panes.
This shows that someone once lived in the house.
There should be food and water in the kitchen.
Foodies all had similar ideas. Xuan Yuanshen was also a little hungry. He walked to the door of the main room with his short legs and pushed hard. He didn't see the food, but saw two coffins.
The entire coffin was wrapped with ink fountain thread, just like a fishing net.
Shancha frowned and pushed the two children and Feng Sheng behind him.
Generally speaking, coffins sealed with inkjet lines are only used for people who died violently.
The corpse of a person who died violently was filled with resentment. In order to prevent the corpse from mutating, ink lines and black dog blood were used, and the coffin was sealed with peach wood nails.
Not only was the smell of corpses strong in the hall, but blood was flowing out of one of the coffins. The blood dyed the paper money on the ground red.
The scene was quite big and quite scary.
However, several of them were hungry and not in the mood to be afraid.
Xuanyuan Shen walked around with her short legs and looked around the main room. Not to mention the banquet, there wasn't even a bun. She would cry as soon as she curled her little mouth.
Xuanyuan Li was a man who spoiled his children. He reached out and pinched his son's chubby face, "If we can't find food, I will roast the body in the coffin."
As soon as these words were spoken, the coffin stopped bleeding, and a stream of corpse aura emerged, pointing towards the rice vat behind the stove.
"Pfft!"
Mrs. Yan grinned and laughed, thinking that this was still a bully and afraid of the strong, "Xuanyuan Li, throw the two coffins into the yard.
I made some food for the three children.
Shancha, please clean the room, we won’t be able to escape tonight, if anything happens, let’s talk about it tomorrow morning!”
Several people have a clear division of labor and work very quickly.
Mrs. Yan spent half an hour steaming a pot of steamed buns, making a dish of vinegary cabbage and a dish of steamed bacon.
After the guys had eaten and drank enough, they gathered in the east room and snored.
Shan Cha, Mrs. Yan, and the three little kids were sleeping soundly, snoring and babbling.
Xuanyuanli, who was keeping vigil at night, leaned against the door frame and fell into sleep.
At midnight, two zombies climbed out of the coffin, lay on the window and looked into the house.
The fat zombie among them looked up at the soul trap in the sky, then at the snoring people in the room, then turned to look at the thin man next to him, "Second brother, do you think they are big-hearted or confident?
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"I think they are tigers." The thin zombie grinned after saying, "If they were really confident and broke out early, how could they be trapped here."
"Well, your eyes are poisonous. You can tell that they are tigers at a glance." The fat zombie frowned after saying that, "Second brother, we brothers have been practicing in the grave. Why did that dead old man dig us out?"
"What's wrong with this? This old man knows how to set up formations. He wants to use us brothers to eat a few people in the house.
Don't be fooled by him. He takes advantage of others and it will be humiliating to be taken advantage of."
Early the next morning, a few guys stretched themselves and got up from the kang.
Shancha looked into the yard and said, "Ali, was there anything going on last night?"
Xuanyuan Li thought to himself that only the devil knew if there was any movement, but he also knew that he would be beaten if he told the truth, so he said with a deep expression, "Daughter-in-law, there was no movement last night.
When it was almost dawn, my husband just slept for a while."
Shancha nodded, pushed open the door and walked into the yard. He looked up at the mountains in the distance and saw that the surroundings were foggy and he couldn't even see the sun. He suddenly felt a little panicked and returned to the house with worries.
Mrs. Yan's expression was not very good either, "Camellia, Li'er said that the Juetian Dagger and the Covering Sky Tower are in the hands of Yang Tianliang."
"Mom, it's getting dark, go to sleep!"
While the two were talking, Xuanyuan Yue staggered over and pointed her little finger out the window.
Shan Cha looked up and took in a breath of cold air. It was now around eight o'clock in the morning, but it was already dark outside.
“Fufufu…………!”
A sudden wind blew in the courtyard, causing the dilapidated courtyard door to creak.
The wind penetrated into the house, making people's skin numb.
"Cluck...cluck...!"
A woman's cold laughter drifted in from outside.
Shancha saw a white shadow flash past outside the window, and her heart jumped wildly, "Who is outside?"
Shan Cha shouted towards the outside, but the only response she received was the sound of "woo hoo".
"Is it possible that you are hallucinating?"
At this moment, a white shadow floated past the window again, and a withered palm left a bloody handprint on the window.
Shancha's whole body trembled, and all the hairs on his hair suddenly stood up, and he swallowed with a "gudong" sound.
If in the past, Shancha would not be afraid of these evil spirits, now it cannot invite immortals, and most of its Taoism has been suppressed.
If there is really something powerful and evil, they will only die.
Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is impossible to avoid it. Shan Cha also knows that once something happens to you, you can't even try to avoid it.
Shancha pushed the two children and Feng Sheng to Xuanyuan Li's side, "Ali, you protect the children, I'll go out and take a look."
Before Xuanyuan Li could answer, Shancha opened the door and walked out.
Paper money in the courtyard was floating in the wind, but no one could be seen, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
"Huh...!" A gust of wind blew up, and a figure floated in from outside the courtyard wall.
The pale face was painted with extremely disharmonious facial features. His feet were half a foot above the ground, hanging in the air, and his arms were drooped, floating straight towards the camellia.
Shancha's scalp was numb. He was really afraid of something. Is this a shadow demon, or a shadow demon with thousands of years of experience?
"Whoosh!"
A sound of scraping paper came from all directions, and hundreds of paper figures appeared on the walls of the courtyard.
They stared at Camellia fiercely, as if they were looking at the enemy who had destroyed the family.
"Yang Tianliang, since you are here, come out!"
"Haha, you are worthy of being the Emperor of Hades, you are so brave!"
After the voice fell, an old man wearing a blue robe and holding a cane slowly walked in from the door of the courtyard.
Behind him was Longlong, who was completely black.
I didn't expect that this bitch was so hard-working that he could still survive even if his Tianling Cap was broken.
Linglong took a few steps forward with great arrogance and looked at Xuanyuan Li at the door with a sneer, "Chen, as long as you kill this woman and the two scoundrels, I will ask the Great Elder to spare your life.
If you like this woman's skin, I can wear her skin and become a loving couple with you."
Shancha took a few steps forward without saying a word, raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
Just hearing a crisp "pop" sound, a ruddy palm print immediately appeared on Linglong's face.