Chapter 259: Encoffin
Strange, the depressing and dull heartbeat stopped.
Six of the thirteen people fell.
Liang Xingyang only used one attack to destroy nearly half of the ghost driver who got off the bus.
As for the remaining seven people, it was not that they blocked Gui Xin's attack, but that they were not attacked at all.
Liang Xingyang felt that keeping these seven people could still play some role during these seven days.
Ghost Heart's heartbeat sound propagates in a covering manner. As long as a living ghost enters the attack range, once the heartbeat sound overlaps, he will be attacked to death.
It’s just that, through the supernatural power of the diamond-shaped mark on the ghost’s heart, and through suppression, he extinguished the overlapping medium of three layers of overlapping foreign bodies’ heartbeats. After Yang Jian and the four messengers heard the frightening heartbeat, they only found a slight strangeness suddenly coming from the heart, but it quickly disappeared as if it was an illusion.
The only seven people who survived were frightened by this scene.
Before they even had time to use the power of the ghost, they saw their companions around them limp to the ground without any breath.
That weird heartbeat contains powerful supernatural power, otherwise it wouldn't be as easy as mowing grass, harvesting the lives of six ghost masters.
At this moment, there was no second attack, and they did not dare to take action rashly.
Liang Xingyang looked cold and said indifferently: "If you want revenge, you can try to attack me, but the result is already doomed."
This is a warning and tells them that things can still change. room. If you don't open your eyes and bump into it, there will be another attack.
They have been deeply immersed in fear and uneasiness and have not reacted in time, but there are still smart people who understand.
A middle-aged man who controlled the ghost was afraid and did not dare to look directly at the domineering Liang Xingyang. He whispered: "Everything in the ancient house is whatever you say. I will never have any objections."
On the other side, Zhou Deng was staring at the pools of blood on the floor, and suddenly realized that those who had been killed did not revive, but sank into the pool of blood calmly and disappeared.
He said loudly: "No one will randomly interfere with your mission of delivering letters. If there are still such people who are not afraid of death, I will deal with it personally for you."
Liang Xingyang imprisoned the ground. The pool of Li Gui's blood was withdrawn, leaving six corpses on the spot. Hearing these words, he was not polite. Said: "This is the best. And you, Zhou Deng, if I take the opportunity to steal the ghost incense and lanterns, I will put all the blame on you."
Zhou Deng rolled his eyes and waved his hand. Said: "How could I do this? Once a word is made, it is difficult to follow up. I will definitely not act randomly in these seven days."
The thoughts he had previously hidden in his heart could only be put away. Putting yourself in danger for a few supernatural props is not a wise move.
Just when the atmosphere was slightly solidified.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
The banging on the door outside the ancient house became louder and louder, and it seemed that there was a tendency to smash the thick door into pieces.
In addition, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the ancient house, and a whining sound came from the cracks in the wall that had been in disrepair for a long time. The sound was quite strange, as if there were more than a dozen people crying and whimpering, and there were sounds from all directions. Yes, it is impossible to tell which direction the crying is coming from.
The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead moved restlessly, and he slowly said: "Hurry up and be buried, the supernatural phenomenon of mourning has appeared. If the old man's body is not put into the coffin, then the echoing cries will not be for whom. Sure."
"Let's do it together."
Liang Xingyang stepped forward, stretched out an arm, held the body's right arm, and pulled the body up.
Yang Jian's pupils glowed with a faint red light. Liang Xingyang's arm in his field of vision was pale and bloodless. There were bite marks from teeth, wounds from sharp objects, bloody holes from sharp objects, and palm prints. The bruises looked like they had been severely tortured.
These are not the limbs that a living person should have, but come from a ghost holding a black paper umbrella.
A tall black shadow on the ground merged into Yang Jian's body. A dark arm that seemed to be completely condensed from the shadow supported the left arm of the corpse and pulled the body up.
“Damn, this corpse is so heavy!!”
Zhou Deng strode over and pulled up the corpse’s feet, but he immediately realized something was wrong and his face slowly turned red. He said hurriedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, or I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the back hall."
Liang Xingyang said calmly: "The supernatural power is not strong enough, don't force it."
Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng and saw how struggling he was. The ghost walked out of the body and held the body's right hand. Feet, reduce the pressure on Zhou Deng: "Let's go."
The three of them took the body to the back hall.
The whimpering wind in the back hall seemed to have noticed their arrival, and immediately disappeared, turning into a normal wind.
Liang Xingyang still pushed open the red coffin lid.
Everything is fine.
The coffin was empty, not even a single burial object, as if it was just waiting for the body to be loaded in.
The three of them worked together to lift the body and put it into the coffin.
As soon as the old man's body was placed in the coffin, it immediately changed from a stiff state to a lying position. It seemed that the process was just a blink of an eye, and it was an unknown supernatural influence that affected the body.
Zhou Deng stared at the three incense sticks lit in the small incense burner in front of the red coffin and said doubtfully: "These three incense sticks have been burning for more than two hours, and there is no change at all. It's really weird."
He chuckled and said: "There are exactly three, let's just divide them."
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian cooperated to close the coffin lid tightly, completing the first day of the encoffining process.
"Chop off your hands if you dare to take it."
Yang Jian's eyes were slightly cold, he held the cracked spear and said in an extremely calm tone.
These three ghost incense sticks are very important. They are the key to surviving the vigil on the second day safely. They can also leave the old house by announcing the funeral on the third day, and use the ghost incense to exchange it with the dead in the ghost forest tomb. Three bowls of rice, so there’s no room for error.
Zhou Deng laughed sarcastically: "I'm just saying casually, it's an old habit, don't take it personally."
But the next moment.
Liang Xingyang reached out and pulled out a stick of ghost incense from the incense burner and took it into his hand.
Zhou Deng and Yang Jian both stared, asking about their intentions.
“Don’t worry, while it’s the first day now, I plan to go to the end of the yellow mud road and use this complete ghost incense to replace the Liu Qingqing in the grave. However, there is one thing missing. If the ghost incense causes a gap in the vigil on the second day, I will be responsible for blocking these evil spirits.”
With his strength, it is more than enough to fill the gap caused by the lack of a ghost incense.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Liu Qingqing was corroded by evil ghosts, and there is a lot of weirdness in her body. Now she is missing for no reason, so it is better to let her be buried underground forever."
"You can't say that. Liu Qingqing's return will not have any impact on the ancient house, and it is not her return, but Sister Hong." Liang Xingyang nodded at Yang Jian with a meaningful look.
The top ghost masters during the Republic of China were the Seven Elders. These seven people have long been forgotten, and some secrets are not suitable for many people to know.
Zhou Deng had a strange look on his face: "Liu Qingqing, that woman wearing a red cheongsam? Who is this Sister Hong?"
No one answered his question.
Yang Jian nodded and had no intention of stopping Liang Xingyang's actions.
The situation is still under control. If only one piece of ghost incense is missing, there will be no major problems in the vigil.
The burial is completed and there will be no danger tonight.
Liang Xingyang and the others left the back hall and came to the lobby. They stared sharply at the seven ghost masters. They stretched out their hands and nodded and said: "You guard the five guarding the coffin, and the two of you guarding the door. The lanterns can be kept on duty in turns. Is there any problem?”
“No problem.”
The seven people hesitated and nodded.
Liang Xingyang nodded silently, and then looked at the six corpses.
A gust of wind and rain blew in from the cracks in the damaged wall of the ancient house, and blue-black rainwater fell on the body, leaving a blue-black raindrop mark.
Ghost slave seal.
The six ghost slaves stood up.
Liang Xingyang took a stick of ghost incense, opened a black paper umbrella and walked out of the gate of the ancient house. Six ghost slaves followed him step by step like slaves in ancient times.
They left the ancient house and walked into the wind and rain outside. Their figures in the blue-black rain curtain gradually blurred and quickly disappeared.
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