Chapter 92: Give me some incense and I’ll give you the ghost grave soil
Zhang Hao looked around. At this time, except for himself and the bride, the coffin bearers and the ghosts carrying the sedan chair had lost all movement. .
The ghosts carrying the coffin on the ghost coffin side are better off. After all, these four ghosts carrying the coffin are all embodied by the ghosts in the ghost coffin.
Even if they are suppressed, they can restart, but it will take some time to relax.
The ghosts who carried the sedan chair for the ghost bride did not have this ability. They had lost the ability to move and stood motionless.
"Bride, put them away first."
Zhang Hao looked at the ghosts beside the sedan chair. Without the ghosts carrying the sedan chair, the sedan chair has now lost its movement.
With that said, Zhang Hao himself put the ghost coffin into the mourning hall derived from the ghost painting world.
"Tap! Tread!"
Not long after Zhang Hao and the ghost bride put away the sedan chair and the ghost coffin, dull footsteps came from the supernatural bus not far away. .
Looking from a distance, it was an old woman carrying a flower basket.
The old woman seemed to be aware of Zhang Hao's presence, and glanced here with her empty eyes.
But she quickly ignored Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride, and walked straight to a certain place on the road.
"Is that the ghost of Meng Xiaodong after he regained consciousness?"
Zhang Hao looked at the old woman carrying a flower basket in the distance and made a judgment on the other party's identity.
After a short observation and confirming that the revived Meng Xiaodong was just a derived ghost, Zhang Hao decided to follow him.
Anyway, it was only the first day after Zhang Dong's recovery. There seemed to be many measures to stop the evil ghosts in the ghost house, so there was no need for him to go in.
It is better to observe the situation outside the haunted house first to make it easier for follow-up actions.
Following Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Hao quickly reached the other side of the road.
Here, there is also a road that goes deep into the old forest, but it is farther away from the ancient house.
After Meng Xiaodong came to this path, he walked towards the depths of the path. Seeing this, Zhang Hao followed him without hesitation.
This road is very strange. It is paved with yellow soil. There is not a single weed growing on it, and the soil is very new. It seems that it was just repaired a few days ago. Maybe there has never been such a road before. exist.
Zhang Hao looked around. There were tall trees growing on both sides of the road. I am afraid that there were trees on this road originally, but they were cut down.
The tree mentioned here is not an ordinary tree, but some kind of strange and incomprehensible ghost.
Look carefully, you can still see some fingers or clothes corners under the trees on both sides of the road.
Obviously, there are terrifying ghosts buried one after another under these trees.
If all the ghosts under this forest wake up, Zhang Hao conservatively estimates that there will be at least twenty supernatural incidents with S-level harm.
Even this is just a danger. There are so many ghosts in this forest that have S-level terror.
"Why don't you open a few trees and have a look?"
This idea flashed through Zhang Hao's heart, but was quickly abandoned.
This has no real benefit to him. Now he is not the kind of ghost with weak fighting power. He needs to rely on other ghosts to attract human attention so that he can plan more things.
Giving up the idea of opening the trees, Zhang Hao continued to follow Meng Xiaodong deeper into the woods.
Speaking of which, he remembered that there seemed to be a fierce ghost wearing Western bride clothes in the ghost house, and he didn't know if there was a relationship with the ghost bride.
But if you think about it carefully, one is a Chinese wedding and the other is a Western wedding. There seems to be no connection.
I was thinking all the way, and as I walked deeper and deeper, the surroundings became darker and darker.
This road is very long, I don’t know how long it has been.
Meng Xiaodong finally came to a fork in the road, and she turned into one of the roads.
The woods near this road were all shrouded in darkness, leaving only a vague outline. There was only a yellow mud road extending forward, as if there was no end.
The old trees around this yellow mud road gradually became sparse, and then she came to an empty place.
This open area is circular in shape, paved with yellow soil, surrounded by dense old forests, and no other paths have been found.
The end of the road has arrived.
Zhang Hao looked at Meng Xiaodong in the distance. In the open space next to him, Zhang Hao saw several graves.
These graves are old and new. Some look like they are many years old, some look like they were buried a few years ago, and some are even newly buried. There are tombstones in front of these graves with names and portraits on them.
And there are some offerings placed in front of the tombstones, which are white rice in a blue and white porcelain bowl.
"Rice, is that ghost rice?" Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, but he didn't rush over.
He looked at Meng Xiaodong from a distance, and waited until he left the tomb before stepping forward to check the situation.
The first is the rice. They are packed in a porcelain bowl. The rice looks stiff, as if it has been cooked but not cooked.
Behind the rice is a tombstone with a black and white portrait.
The portrait shows a strange man who does not look like the current person.
It seems that he has been dead for many years, because the clothes he wore when taking the photo were very old-fashioned, but he looked very young and somewhat handsome.
Zhang Hao took a few glances at the man in the portrait and remembered his face.
The people on these portraits are all Seven Elders. They remember each other so that Zhang Hao will be able to react better when he encounters some of their revived ghosts in the future.
Although the people in the photo are probably different from how they looked when they recovered from old age.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Hao stretched out a hand to get the bowl of ghost rice.
However, as Zhang Hao bent down, the eyes of the man on the tombstone moved strangely, and he also looked down at his hand.
"Pa~!"
Zhang Hao suddenly withdrew his hand and slapped himself.
"Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao, you know clearly that this is the graveyard of the Seven Elders but you reach out and pick up things randomly. What if the balance inside loses control and incomprehensible horror comes out?"< br>
He suddenly gave up the idea and refused to touch the bowl of white rice in front of the grave.
At this moment.
The man in the portrait on the tombstone slowly retracted his gaze, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
“So weird!”
Zhang Hao stood up and returned behind the bride, only then did he realize what had just happened.
Unknowingly, my thinking was affected by the man in the portrait.
Zhang Hao looked carefully at the inscriptions on the tombstone next to the portrait.
The words above are very simple. There are no honorifics or other honorifics, just four words.
"Luo Qian's Tomb."
"Let's check the situation first before talking."
Zhang Hao was not in a hurry to touch the ghost rice on it this time. Walking around this cemetery, I looked at the other graves.
Continuing to wander, he came to the second grave.
In front of the second grave is a very beautiful woman with waist-length hair, a smile, and a cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, it is impossible to tell what color the cheongsam is.
A bowl of rice is also placed in front of the grave.
It’s just that this bowl of rice seems to be less than the previous bowl in front of the grave, and it seems to have been eaten.
“Is this Zhang Youhong’s graveyard?”
Zhang Hao was a little afraid of Zhang Youhong’s graveyard and didn’t want to go near it.
In Qi Lao's plan, Zhang Youhong will be resurrected and reincarnated as Sister Hong during this period.
Zhang Hao suspected that the reason for the lack of ghost rice on top was that it was eaten by Zhang Youhong herself in the tomb, right?
He then walked around several other graves.
Unfortunately, I didn’t find anything special. I only saw a rusty shovel standing in front of an open space.
This is not a supernatural item, just an ordinary shovel that has become rusty because it has been left for too long.
"Do I really have to get those sticks of incense to exchange the things in these graves for ghost rice?"
Zhang Hao walked to the tombstone of the first man.
"Old man, I see that you are buried in such a ghost place. I am afraid that no children or descendants will come to mourn and pay homage to you in this life."
"How about this? I Come and burn some paper money for you and cry for you on behalf of your children Mang, can you give me the bowl of rice in front of your grave as a reward?”
“I won’t take it from you for free. Let’s make a deal. Although you have rice here, there is no wine. Not even a scrap of paper money.”
Zhang Hao squatted down in front of the tomb, looked at the black and white portrait in front of the tomb and said.
“If you think it’s so inappropriate, it’s okay for us to bow down. No, bowing down is not suitable for mourning.”
Zhang Hao said and looked at the ghost bride: “Bride, you How about I get married to him?”
"Anyway, I remember that Luo Qian seems to have no relatives left in the world, and he just wants to worship heaven and earth."
"And according to human sayings, father's legacy is inherited by his son, so I inherit the ability of his grave." It makes sense.”
Zhang Hao naturally has no sense of propriety, justice or shame. As long as being a ghost is beneficial, he doesn't think there is any problem in having a father.
The Ghost Bride lowered her head and looked at Zhang Hao who was squatting on the ground. Under the red hijab, Zhang Hao could see the Ghost Bride's flawless and delicate chin and bright red lips.
"How about I try to trade with him using the ghost closet?" Zhang Hao said thoughtfully. "If he agrees with me to recognize his father, we will go to the cemetery next time. If he doesn't agree, forget it."
Although the ghost bride cannot understand what Zhang Hao's idea of recognizing his father is. circuit, but she still summoned the ghost closet.
The shadow of the red ghost cupboard stood beside it.
“Let’s just say it, why don’t we wait until Zhang Dong is buried here before we identify him.”
When Zhang Hao took out a piece of drawing paper and wrote words on it with blood , suddenly thought.
But soon, he gave up this idea.
I'm afraid I can't recognize that old man. I'm afraid the ghost cabinet was wiped out just after he put it down next to him.
Zhang Hao started writing on the drawing paper again,
"I recognize you as my father, and as your descendant I will help you mourn and pay homage. Give me the ghost rice and the ghost grave soil in the cemetery."
After writing such a crooked word, Zhang Hao placed it on the drawer of the ghost cupboard.
The ability of Ghost Cabinet is trading. When there is no control, other people can only make transactions with Ghost Cabinet.
But now that the ghost closet is controlled by the bride, Zhang Hao can naturally make deals with other ghosts through the ghost closet.
After the ghost cupboard got the yellow paper, it automatically closed the drawer.
Not long after, the ghost closet reopened, and a piece of drawing paper with crooked handwriting appeared inside the drawer.
"I will give you ghost rice, and you can use paper money, white candles, and ghost wine to mourn for me."
"No? Where is the grave soil?" Zhang Hao looked at the words on the note. , turned to look at the young man on the black and white tombstone.
However, the man in the portrait just looked at him calmly, without any expression.
Unexpectedly, this guy Luo Qian actually wanted a bowl of rice in exchange for his own wine, as well as paper money and candles.
Zhang Hao immediately wrote another paragraph on the note.
"I want to control the ghost grave soil."
The ghost cupboard accepted the note and quickly opened it again.
Zhang Hao took out the note inside and looked at it. "Light a stick of incense for me, and I will recognize you as my son and give you the soil of your ghost grave."
".Uh."
Zhang Hao looked at this sentence, that is, he is a ghost and has no emotions. If he had emotions, he might be scolding his mother now.
What the hell, let me light a stick of incense for you? Are you afraid you want me to light some incense?
I am a ghost. After I lighted a stick of incense for you, I am afraid that if the first thing you do when you come out is not the first thing you do, you will imprison me in the tomb.
What kind of ghost grave soil is given to you, it will directly merge you with the ghost grave soil, filling your body with the grave soil.
"Forget it, let's mourn in peace."
Zhang Hao asked the ghost bride to take back the ghost cabinet, and no longer had the desire to trade with Luo Qian's portrait.
Zhang Hao guessed that Old Bi and others were not kidding him. There might be some residual consciousness of Luo Qian in this portrait.
It’s just that Luo Qian may really have no children, and the remains are some kind of supernatural creation and have been affected by supernatural influences.
That’s why the remaining consciousness in this portrait agreed to his deal.
After all, during the Republic of China, people still cared about their children and future generations, fearing that no one would pay homage to them after their death.
Zhang Hao stood up, took out the jug and wine glass, poured a few glasses of wine, and placed them in front of Luo Qian's grave.
This time when he placed the wine glass in front of the grave, he was not affected by the supernatural.
This should be the credit of Guigui. Through Guigui, he reached a deal with Luo Qian's portrait.
Then Zhang Hao entered the ghost painting and found a copper basin and a lighter, and placed the copper basin in front of Luo Qian's grave.
In addition, the white ghost candle obtained in Yang Jian's Shangtong Building last time also came in handy.
Unexpectedly, Bai Guizhu did not stay in the red room and had to be used by Luo Qian first.
Light the White Ghost Candle with a lighter and place it next to Luo Qian's tombstone.
Zhang Hao picked up a few pieces of paper copper coins and started to light them and put them on the copper basin to burn.
“Woooooo!”
Weird cries began to echo around the cemetery, which was extremely scary.
“Oh!” Zhang Hao cried and suddenly stopped.
It feels wrong to be the only one crying.
He immediately summoned the ghosts who were under his control and dressed in mourning clothes.
As soon as these ghosts appeared, they walked behind Zhang Hao, knelt down, and started crying.
Weird cries echoed in the cemetery, and the cries passed through the cemetery, making the big trees in the old forest rustle, making the old forest a little weirder out of thin air.
When Zhang Hao was crying, inside the ancient house.
As twelve o'clock passed, the next day came.
After the first day in the ancient house was passed without any danger, the danger on the second day was obviously doubled, because there was no trace of the evil ghost in the ancient house on the first day.
Whether it is the sound of the wind that sounds like crying, the rapid knocking on the door, or the darkness deep in the corridor, these supernatural phenomena are not considered intrusions into the ancient house.
But things changed the next day.
Trace of ghosts appeared in the ancient house.
In front of the dark room in the corridor on the left, an empty black Taishi chair was placed there. On the back of the Taishi chair, a pair of cold and strange hands could be clearly seen resting on it.
But fortunately, the ghost stopped there.
The darkness did not continue when it reached this point. Although the lobby was dark, there was some light coming in from the patio.
Everyone was forced to gather together in desperation.
Because the room is no longer available.
When I came here before, various supernatural phenomena had already appeared in the nearby empty rooms. If I continued to stay, the end would definitely be very tragic.
“Go to the back hall.”
Seeing this, Yang Jian acted directly without any hesitation.
The others were shocked and immediately followed.
After everyone’s discussion, they also determined what they needed to do in this ancient house.
That is to bury an old man who died in the ancient house and wait for the resurrection of the first seven.
On the first day, they had to collect the body of the old man and move the old man into the coffin.
What they have to do the next day is to keep vigil.
Since it is a night vigil.
Then the meaning is very clear, you must stay near the coffin and guard the dead body of the old man.
It is extremely disrespectful to leave rashly or not around the coffin.
A group of people came to the back hall.
There was nothing around except a small incense burner in front of the coffin with three sticks of incense stuck in it.
No. Instead of three, there are two.
One of the incense sticks is missing.
Yang Jian saw this change at a glance, and then he thought of that guy Zhou Deng.
“Someone took away a stick of incense.” Messenger Wang Feng’s eyes moved.
"Where is Zhou Deng? I saw other people before, but why are they gone now?"
Fan Xing looked around and realized that Zhou Deng was not among the crowd.
"He must have stolen the stick of incense. This guy is a lunatic. When we were on the bus, he dared to rush out and compete with the ghost for supernatural items, and almost lured the ghost onto the bus."< br>
Someone said through gritted teeth.
Because everything he did was not human affairs.
These three sticks of incense have not been burned out even after being placed here for two days. Everyone knows that these are very special and good things.
But no one dared to touch it, just because they were afraid that touching this thing would bring some unexpected dangers.
Zhou Deng is a guy who likes to look for supernatural items in supernatural places, so at this time, everyone invariably thought of each other.
In fact, this is exactly the case.
At this time, the back door of the ancient house is wide open.
Through this crack in the door, he could see the scene behind the ancient house, which was an old forest shrouded in darkness.
Next to the old woods, there is a winding path that extends to the back door.
When Yang Jian and others walked to the back door of the ancient house, they could still see many footprints. The direction of the footprints was the direction from the ancient house to the back door.
Among all the people present, only Zhou Deng is missing. One can imagine who will leave through the back door?
(End of this chapter)