Chapter 258 Cleaning up
"Find a room to have a good rest and wait until after twelve o'clock in the evening before putting the old man's body into the coffin. Nothing will happen after early morning." Liang Xingyang said.
The seven-day rule and some supernatural items, such as the red coffin placed in the back hall for burial, three vigil ghost incense sticks to offset supernatural attacks, and the funeral lantern hung on the door of the house, which need to be used through the medium of blood The ghost feast rice, the black Taishi chair that can block the path of the soul-returning person, this information was shared with Yang Jian without reservation.
As long as you understand the rules of the ancient house, there will be no danger unless someone takes the initiative to break the balance and advance the steps that should not happen on this day.
Yang Jian's frowned eyebrows relaxed and he said, "I'm going to guard Zhou Deng. That guy must be dishonest. By the way, which room on the corridor are you staying in?"
Seven days is a long time. Even if they become aliens, their bodies do not need sleep to recover, but their spirits also need to be properly relaxed, otherwise problems may occur in the long run.
"Room 3 in the corridor on the right."
Liang Xingyang thought for a while and chose a room at random.
Room 1 is next to the patio, room 2 is the red room, and room 3 is the most suitable.
Zhou Deng was really short-handed. Not only did he take away a stick of ghost incense, but also a funeral lantern, causing the balance in the ancient house to be broken and many people to die.
"Then I'll live in Room 1. If you need anything, come to me."
Yang Jian nodded, left the lobby, found the sneaky Zhou Deng, and planned to keep an eye on him every step of the way.
"When I got on the nine o'clock bus, it was already eleven o'clock before I knew it. Now there is still an hour of free time before twelve o'clock."
Liang Xingyang listened to the pouring outside. There was the sound of heavy rain, and at the same time I felt a wet and cold wind blowing not far away.
The ancient house has been in disrepair for a long time, with several large holes broken in the wall. The cold wind and rain outside are blowing in, making the air extremely humid.
However, this situation will not last long. Zhang Dong's body is recovering, and the wind and rain coming in will be suppressed by the supernatural and isolated.
He wandered around the ancient house casually. After understanding the general layout of the ancient house, he returned to the patio.
He raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky above the patio. It was an extremely dark and blurry night sky. There is still a blur of light shining down from above, dispersing the rich darkness in the ancient house at night,
But the strange thing is that it is raining heavily outside, but not a drop of rain falls from the sky in the patio, as if there are two places. The sky is not in the same time and space, it seems to be misplaced.
Liang Xingyang secretly guessed: "Although the line of sight has been disturbed, the power of the ghost has not been suppressed. If you leave through this sky now, you will probably not appear in Zhongzhou City, but get lost somewhere. In a supernatural place.”
The other people in the ancient house had dispersed and found their own rooms to rest.
Everything returned to calm.
Unconsciously, time passes quietly.
With the sound of continuous rain, twelve o'clock passed in the evening, and the first day of living in the ancient house officially arrived.
However, at this moment, the strangeness of the ancient house also began to appear.
"Bang bang bang."
In the silent night, there was a rapid knock on the door.
The sound came from outside the ancient house. It seemed like someone was banging on the heavy door of the ancient house.
The sound of knocking on the door is not loud, but it is especially loud in the quiet night.
“Crunch.”
The door to room three in the corridor on the right opened.
Liang Xingyang yawned, pushed open the old wooden door, and walked out.
Soon.
The people in room No. 1 heard the noise, and the door opened, and two figures walked out, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng.
It turns out that in order to prevent Zhou Deng from causing trouble, Yang Jian took him to live in the same room for easier supervision. Although Zhou Deng was confused about this request, he was unwilling to conflict with Yang Jian on such a trivial matter, so he agreed to Yang Jian's request without much thought.
A strange knock on the door woke him up, and he was quickly dragged out of bed by Yang Jian.
And the other side.
Before Liang Xingyang could say hello to them, in the corridors on the left and right, the doors opened one after another, and the ghost masters walked out quickly one by one, all coming out to investigate the situation.
The silent night was completely broken. Along with the knocking on the door outside the ancient house, the sounds of chaotic footsteps and whispered discussions inside the ancient house continued to sound.
The ancient house became lively.
Liang Xingyang murmured: "The signal has sounded, the time has come. The corpses that have not been encoffined should also be put into the coffin."
After finishing speaking, he walked to the lobby.
Yang Jian followed closely with Zhou Deng, and the four messengers quickly followed after coming out of Room 4 in the right corridor. Finally, the ghost masters who got off the bus gathered in confusion.
At this moment, everyone was silent and looked at the old man's body sitting on the black Taishi chair.
“Someone touched the old man’s body. Who did it?”
Zhou Deng was silent for a moment and asked.
Zhang Dong's body was originally sitting on the Grand Master's chair on the left, but for some reason it was now moved to the Grand Master's chair on the right.
Although the sitting posture and state have not changed at all, the orientation has changed.
Everything in the ancient house is carefully placed and is related to the balance in the ancient house, so it cannot be moved.
Yang Jian frowned: "The knocking on the door is getting louder and louder. This is urging us to bury the old man quickly. Don't worry about who touched the old man's body, put the body into the coffin first. ”
Fan Xing had a sullen face and questioned: "Yang Jian, how do you know that the knock on the door is asking us to put this body into the coffin? We need an explanation, otherwise you can't remove the body without permission."
Wang Feng Yingying and Daqiang stood up. Daqiang said in a deep voice: "You are not postmen." The messengers from the bureau are just passers-by who use the ancient house to hide from the rain. We have a mission, so don’t tell us what to do.”
Yang Jian has already disclosed the general information of these seven days to the four messengers in advance, and the messenger thought. To verify the authenticity of the information, now is the most appropriate opportunity to do so.
The ancient house becomes more dangerous as you go to the back. If you test it on the first day, the risk will definitely be the least. If something goes wrong, there is still a chance to make up for it.
The face of the ghost controller next to Fan Xing suddenly turned ugly and he was about to speak.
Liang Xingyang looked calm and said: "If you have any opinions, you can put them forward now. This is still the first day, and I am willing to give you the opportunity to put forward opinions. If you behave like this again in the future, I will not hesitate to clean you up."
As soon as the words fell.
The cold and wet wind and rain blew in from the gate of the ancient house, bypassing the screen wall. The air suddenly became moist, and an unknown and strange smell of fish and corpses filled the surroundings.
A ghost shrouded everyone.
Their faces all changed, and they suddenly felt a chill coming down to their bones, as if they were being targeted by a terrifying ghost, and a strong sense of crisis came over them.
Fan Xing gritted his teeth: "I hope to have a chance to walk out of this ancient house alive. I have learned about the post office from the headquarters and know that you are carrying out letter delivery tasks. But we need a guarantee, a guarantee of survival."
< br> "No one can give you a guarantee. Whether you can survive or not depends on you. If you can survive seven days, you will have a chance to get out alive. If you can't survive, then life or death will depend on you." Yang Jian said coldly.
Fan Xing looked at Liang Xingyang with an ugly expression.
Liang Xingyang nodded slightly and added: "If you dare to interfere a second time, I will think that you are provoking and I have every reason to clean you up."
"This guy is too arrogant. , there are at least a dozen of us, which is equivalent to a dozen ghosts, how dare he offend us?" Someone was whispering.
Some people had no scruples at all: "When we were on the bus, I wanted to recognize him as the boss, but it turned out that Liang Xingyang was an idiot. He couldn't even understand the current situation. What's the use of following a boss like this."
"Everything in the ancient house should be subject to our orders. What kind of mission does it have to do with us?" someone said.
Liang Xingyang’s intimidation actually made the ghost masters who came out of the carriage become united in their hatred, as if they were standing in a team and twisted into a rope.
However.
A bone-chilling coldness suddenly fell in the wind and rain.
Fan Xing was startled, but seeing so many teammates around him, he couldn't help but said firmly: "Liang Xingyang, you are just controlling ghosts. If you start with us, you will definitely have a hard time."
Zhou Deng With his eyes widened, he looked at Fan Xing as if he were a fool. There was hesitation on his face, not knowing whether he should give him a hand or not.
But the next moment.
"Put thong thump thump thump~ thump"
The surroundings suddenly resounded with a depressing and dull heartbeat. The three layers of superimposed heartbeats were like a heavy hammer hitting the drum head, making a frightening sound. Loud noise.
The whole ancient house began to echo with this strange and ominous heartbeat, which made people unprepared.
The mortal curse breaks out extremely quickly.
Six of the thirteen figures suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Their expressions were distorted by the pain of heart palpitations, and their faces were filled with a thick gray color. Their hands were tightly covering their hearts with blood stains oozing out of their clothes, and they were completely breathless.
One of them is Fan Xing. (End of chapter)