Chapter 257 Seven Days of Information
There is a winding path in the old forest, not too long. Although the environment is dark, you can still see the old house at the end.
Two red lanterns hung on the door of the old house, and the candlelight illuminated the open space in front of the door. The lanterns shine with a faint red light, which gives people a strange feeling when viewed from a distance. The hanging lanterns are like two red eyes, watching everything around them.
Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian and the four couriers walked quickly on this path, heading towards the old house in front of them.
Liu Qingqing has disappeared.
"Zhang Youhong controlled Liu Qingqing's body and walked into the ghost forest. According to the original trajectory, Liu Qingqing would be buried in Grave No. 3. It wasn't until Zhou Deng used a stick of ghost incense to awaken the real Zhang Youhong's memory, and Liu Qingqing could emerge from the grave. Run out."
Liang Xingyang noticed Liu Qingqing's situation, but didn't intend to pay attention.
The birth of Sister Hong is beneficial, which is equivalent to putting a blood seal on the situation. Once the situation is completely defeated, Sister Hong's puppets with ghost makeup can disguise themselves to revive the Seven Elders and save the situation.
On both sides of the path is a dark forest. There is no breeze and it is extremely quiet. It is like entering a silent world.
They didn't see a single weed in the winding paths and woods, but there were thick fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground. The trees between the woods are neatly arranged, and there are traces of artificial trimming.
A layer of mist surged out, like a miasma in the forest or a haze in the night.
And as they continued to go deeper, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps behind them.
The people behind seemed to be chased by wild beasts, following them into this quiet place in a panic.
No one paid attention and continued to go deeper.
This old forest looked dangerous, but they were lucky enough not to encounter any danger along the way, and they didn't even see the ghost.
"This is it."
Liang Xingyang came to the door of the ancient house, raised his head slightly and stared at the two red lanterns hanging on both sides of the door.
When Yang Jian and the others enter the ancient house, at twelve o'clock in the evening, the post office's mission officially begins, and the two red lanterns will fade and turn pale white.
Two lanterns are also key props for announcing the funeral on the third day.
“Who would have thought that there is an old house in such a ghostly place? Hey, these two red lanterns are good things.”
Zhou Deng walked out of the old forest at this moment and stood in front of the door to take a look. His eyes were also spinning on the two red lanterns, eager to try them.
"Don't be ridiculous, these two lanterns are related to the balance of the ancient house on the third day. If you insist on taking them away, I will kill you with my own hands. And of course, you guys!" Liang Xingyang looked back at Zhou Den and the dozen or so people around him said in a cold tone.
After the bus stalled, some people were targeted and killed by the ghosts. Most of the people fled to the old house with them in a panic. Some people chose to hide in the old forest and wait for the bus to restart, hoping to get on the bus.
Although Zhou Deng stared at the red lantern with some reluctance, he did not dare to be stubborn, and then nodded: "I'll take it when I leave. That's okay."
"You can take it away after four days. If you dare to do it secretly in advance, I will not hold back." Liang Xingyang did not give these people a good look. He raised his head and glanced in the air. "It's going to rain. Everyone, please go inside." Come on in.”
Zhou Deng's face tightened and his eyes looked elsewhere.
Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng coldly, stepped forward and opened the dusty door of the ancient house, leading the way in with Yingying, Wang Feng, Daqiang and Yang Xiaohua.
A cold and wet breeze blew, dark clouds quickly gathered in the sky, and a drizzle suddenly fell.
“Damn, it’s raining again.”
Zhou Deng frowned. He didn’t want to be contaminated by this cursed rain anymore. He no longer cared about the lantern and immediately rushed in. I want to rely on this house to protect myself from the rain.
The others were not slow either, and they all poured into the ancient house.
"Liang Xingyang, what do you mean? Even if you don't let us get lanterns, there is no need to block us all in this ancient house with a rain."
Someone can leave Manluo finally entered the old house and was soaked by the rain. He immediately complained loudly and dissatisfiedly.
He is a ghost controller, and the supernatural rain will not kill his body in a short time. However, the rain carries a supernatural aura. If he is not willing to use the power of a ghost to dispel this curse, he will have to endure the erosion of black and blue bruises.
“Shut up!”
Liang Xingyang snorted coldly and continued: "If you don't want to stay here, just go out and get wet in the rain. Or you can take action and kill me, and the rain will disappear automatically."
The man's face turned blue and black. , but didn’t dare to complain again.
It can be seen that if this person is angered, his situation will be very dangerous and he may die at any time.
A heavy rain came.
The cold and smelly wind brought a piece of green rain into the ancient house, and the door was closed again by the ghost controller.
Everyone can only stay in this ancient house. No one dares to rush out in the rain. Now they can't leave even if they want to.
As they walked through the gate, everyone began to look at the layout of this ancient house.
The front yard of the ancient house is empty, and the green brick floor covered with withered moss is covered with dust. This place seems to have been dusty for a long time.
As far as the eye can see, a screen wall blocks the door.
High-end households that pay attention to Feng Shui usually arrange a screen wall. This kind of screen wall can cover the house, so that people will not be able to see the whole house at a glance, and better protect people's privacy.
It seems that the owner of this ancient house was once a wealthy family.
Liang Xingyang walked around the screen wall in the front yard and entered a patio.
Passing by the patio, there are deep and dark corridors on the left and right. I don’t know which direction it leads to. The light is a bit dim and I can’t see the end with my naked eyes.
"Found it, the locked red room."
Liang Xingyang saw the door that the ghost closet asked him to open. The locked door was the second room in the corridor on the right. There is a copper lock hanging on the wooden door of the room. It is an old style, grand and heavy.
However, there is no time to open this door now. After the red room is opened, the red furniture inside may interfere with Yang Jian's mission of delivering messages. Moreover, people's hearts are unpredictable, and red furniture will also arouse the greed of other people here and create unnecessary trouble.
Liang Xingyang walked through the patio, and the end of his field of vision was the lobby. There was still space behind the lobby, which was the back hall.
"Come and look, there is a corpse sitting in the lobby."
A ghost master has come to the lobby, exclaiming, staring at the black Taishi chair on the left with some fear The old man on the bed.
The old man was tall but skinny. He sat upright on the Taishi chair, his eyes closed, and his whole body was extremely stiff. The dark brown skin was loose and saggy, with corpse spots on it. It seemed that he had just passed away not long ago, and there were no signs of decay yet.
The real source of danger in this ancient house is Zhang Dong's body.
An unintermented corpse.
The corpse carrier's supernatural power of irreversible erasure can erase all traces of the supernatural. Even ghosts that cannot be killed will be sent away, making it almost impossible to return to reality.
Yang Jian came over holding a cracked spear: "Is this the captain of Qilaozhong, Zhang Dong?"
"Yes. Bury Zhang Dong's body on the sixth day , Zhang Dong returned to his soul on the seventh day, and he was the recipient of this mission.”
Liang Xingyang resisted the urge to use coffin nails and ghost blood to take away the body. Nailing the body might break the balance of the ancient house.
No one knows whether the ghost blood can hold the corpse after the ghost revives. After all, Meng Xiaodong’s body cannot be imprisoned, so Zhang Dong’s body probably won’t be successful either.
Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Bury the soul? The post office's mission is to require us to live here for seven days. I need to know the specific information of these seven days."
He had a hunch that this The seven days must be extremely dangerous.
It is now believed that the post office is planning to use the mission to clear out the couriers who were invaded by ghosts on the fourth floor, so the degree of danger must be very high and the difficulty of the mission must not be low.
And intelligence is the most useful thing.
Liang Xingyang looked thoughtful. After sorting out the thoughts in his mind, he said: "If we want to live safely and without incident for seven days, we must abide by the rules set by the ancient house in advance and do not break them. A subtle balance. Encoffinment, vigil, mourning, condolence, ghost feast, funeral, resurrection, sending letters, and then relying on the post office. The red balloon left safely from the patio. ”
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