Chapter 41 Red and White Demons
On the deserted mountain road, a strange team is moving forward.
Looking from a distance, a group of people wrapped in white or red cloth were moving forward.
At the front and back of the team, there are four figures, one red and one white, playing suona on the left and right.
Their steps were stiff, their skin color was gray, and their eyes were lifeless. Apart from the sound of the suona, the entire team could only cry.
But what is even more strange is that in the middle of the team, there is a vermilion coffin being carried by eight people, four red and four white.
A man in white mourning clothes is kneeling on a vermilion coffin. His face is blocked by a face covering with a crying face, making it impossible to see clearly.
In front of the coffin, more than a dozen figures in mourning robes were kneeling before the coffin in an orderly manner;
Every time the coffin passed a kneeling figure, he would walk to it again. The group of people kneeling in front of them kneels again at the end.
At the same time, in front of the coffin, there were four people carrying a wooden board on their shoulders. A bride was kneeling on the wooden board. The bride also held a memorial tablet with a photo of her body in her hand.
As the team moved forward, yellow paper strangely fell from the air. After touching the ground, the yellow paper quickly turned into ashes, but it was obvious that these yellow papers had not burned!
Logically speaking, there are only about twenty people in the team, and they have to carry various things, so the progress is not very fast.
But neither the people carrying the coffin nor the people carrying the wooden boards seemed to feel the weight. No matter how they moved forward, their steps never stopped.
The sound of the suona in the team was even more strange, with almost no rhythm, and they just let the suona blow without any pause.
It’s like the person playing the suona doesn’t understand the music at all and doesn’t need to breathe.
As the team was moving forward, suddenly, several figures appeared not far from the team.
The figure kneeling on the coffin seemed to have noticed the change in the team, and he twisted his face that was covered by the face covering.
Even though his face was covered by a white cloth, he seemed to see several new figures appearing in the team.
"Huh? There are actually people in the mountains in the middle of the night?"
Zhang Hao looked at the few extra people in the team with some confusion.
There were two men and one woman. One of the men had a camera in his hand and seemed to be a photographer.
It’s just that they all look extremely sad now, with tears on their faces, following the dozen coffin-worshipping ghost slaves in front.
Suddenly, at this moment, another figure wrapped in white cloth appeared in front.
It was a man. His whole body was wrapped like a white sheet, with only a pale face exposed.
“Ghost?”
Zhang Hao looked at the new people in the team, then looked at the figures in front, and quickly guessed the general situation.
These unlucky guys should have encountered a ghost in the mountains, but when they ran to the roadside, they encountered Zhang Hao's team again.
After hearing the cries of the ghost slaves in the team as they knelt down and worshipped, they could not resist and were killed by the cries, becoming part of the funeral procession of the ghost slaves.
The ghost in front probably stole its target himself, so the two sides clashed.
"White cloth? It just so happens that the wooden board under the bride is still missing a piece of cloth to cover the wooden board."
Zhang Hao looked at the ghost in front of him without making any move, not even the ghost bride in front of him.
The ghost slaves just carried the coffin and walked straight towards the ghost.
Just when he was about to come into contact with the ghost, Zhang Hao on the coffin took out a white porcelain flask and poured a glass of wine.
Soon, a ghost slave carrying a coffin took the glass of wine and presented it to the ghost.
The advancing team also stopped at this moment, and the strange crying became louder and louder, beginning to drown out the sound of the suona.
The white cloth ghost stood there, making no move in the face of the wine handed over by the ghost slave. The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate. After a long time, the white cloth ghost made new moves.
A twisted and sad expression appeared on the pale face. It knelt down, stretched out a pair of pale and bloodless hands from under the white cloth, took the wine and drank it. .
After drinking this glass of wine, blood appeared on the white cloth ghost's face, and his eyes slowly closed and stopped moving, resembling a drunken person.
The team moves forward again.
But when the ghost bride passed by the white cloth ghost, a ghost slave carrying a wooden board pulled off the white cloth from the white cloth ghost and placed it on the wooden board.
The moment the white cloth touches the wooden board, it starts to spread out automatically.
Not long after, the wooden board was wrapped in white cloth.
At the four corners of the board, several pieces of white cloth that were clearly without any support were strangely hanging from the air.
Four white curtains are connected together, just like a sedan with no roof and open on all sides.
All this happened so quickly that there was almost no change in the team, except for the addition of three more people who were neither wearing mourning clothes nor wrapped in red cloth.
When the team left, there was only one 'man' with a ruddy face and eyes closed, sitting there on his knees on the mountain road.
No, in addition, there should be a camera also dropped there.
“Are you kidding!”
“A ghost was just killed by the red and white demons?”
"There is also the photo on the memorial tablet that the ghost bride is holding in her hand. Isn't that Zhang Hao?"
Yang Jian stared at the picture in the live broadcast room, his face full of disbelief.
He remembered that the spirit bit should be the ghost controlled by the ghost controller named Guo Fan. Why is it now in the hands of the ghost bride?
And what about the wine? The ghost drank a glass of wine, and then the white cloth was pulled off his body without any resistance.
Yang Jian has seen everything that happened in the live broadcast room. According to his understanding, that piece of white cloth should be very important to the ghost.
Meanwhile, headquarters.
"What's going on? Why is this live broadcast room only noticed now?"
Cao Yanhua stared at the computer screen, a live broadcast room without any sound, with an extremely ugly face.
"Vice Minister Cao, the ghost in the live broadcast room is the same as the ghost face Tong Qian, and can kill people through the transmission of sound."
"In this live broadcast, everyone who heard the cry Everyone has been killed, and no one can report the news.”
Next to Cao Yanhua, a man in a suit whispered.
Hearing this, Cao Yanhua was silent for a while.
Tong Qian’s ghostly smiling face murder incident had not long passed, so of course he would not be unaware of this supernatural horror.
The red and white demons in the live broadcast room have cries similar to the laughter of Ghost Smiling Face, and can kill people through the sounds transmitted through the live broadcast.
In just a short period of time, even though the headquarters had discovered it in time, the crying still caused huge casualties.
"Go and investigate."
"In addition, investigate the route of the red and white demons. We must not allow this ghost to continue to act recklessly."
"Even if we have a restart There is no way to imprison it, at least I have to find a way to confine it somewhere to prevent the impact from spreading.”
(End of this chapter)