Chapter 263: Action on the third day
The back hall of the ancient house.
A group of people divided into two teams to guard both sides. On one side were Zhou Deng and seven ghost controllers who were temporarily managed by Liang Xingyang, and on the other side were four messengers led by Yang Jian.
"Great, the darkness has faded."
A ghost rider stared at the darkness disappearing like an ebbing tide, and couldn't help shouting excitedly.
The heavy footsteps faded away in the darkness.
The darkness did not invade the back hall, but instead exited the lobby little by little toward the patio.
The rustling sound of the radio kept echoing, successfully guiding the three ghosts away from the lobby little by little, taking away the danger.
The darkness temporarily faded away, and the various supernatural phenomena in the lobby subsided.
The lobby was empty at this time, but strange black handprints appeared on the high walls, there were many wet marks on the floor, and there was a blood stain left after an unknown object was dragged.
"The evil spirit has been lured away."
Yang Jian murmured thoughtfully as he listened to the rustling sound from the radio.
“As long as you survive six hours and wait until daybreak, the darkness will retreat into the corridor. Without the supernatural phenomenon shrouded in darkness, the evil spirits attracted will also recede. It seems that the next day’s vigil will We can get through it safely." Eagle's originally tense body relaxed a lot and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Feng said calmly at this time: "The most fearful thing is that the darkness fades, but the ghost is still there."
Ghosts cannot be killed, and can only be severely injured at most.
If they had to stay up until twelve o'clock the next night, there would be more than twenty hours in between, and it would definitely not be easy for them.
"When these two incense sticks go out automatically, you will know the time when the vigil ends. Don't take chances and don't relax your vigilance, unless you don't want to go back to the post office." Yang Jian said lightly, He leaned back against the red coffin, his ghostly eyes turning restlessly, watching for traces of the evil ghost wandering around in the lobby.
"Shasha..."
Liang Xingyang also leaned against the red coffin without any taboo. Moreover, the rustling sound of an old radio sounded around him from time to time. It sounded like it was constantly modulating, trying to find some kind of signal to affect a wider range.
He conducted an experiment on a ghost in the dark and found a way to use the radio curse.
If you just stand there, the passive range of the radio's curse is not large, only a dozen meters. However, after entangling the curse on other people, the radio curse will have the ability to move, and can clearly locate the other party's location over long distances.
The greatest value of the radio curse may not be used to guide evil spirits, but to receive signals, locate and eavesdrop!
Time passes little by little.
Six hours have passed unknowingly since it was twelve o'clock.
The night passed peacefully and came to a relatively safe day.
The two sticks of incense on the incense burner continued to burn but were not consumed. In the dim environment, the two sparks were maintained unswervingly.
Until a certain moment, a certain balance observed by Guixiang returned, and the sparks quietly extinguished.
Tonight, these two incense sticks were almost not consumed and still maintained their original appearance.
When the signal appears.
The darkness in the ancient house also retreated deep into the corridor. Three different footsteps left the ancient house in a hurry. The sounds gradually became blurred until they could no longer be heard.
The rain outside is gradually stopping.
Despite this, no one moved. Until eight o'clock, the ancient house was still calm and nothing unusual happened.
Everyone who guarded the coffin and passed away safely breathed a sigh of relief.
Liang Xingyang thought for a while and did not rush to open the locked door the next day to avoid any accidents.
Yang Jian pulled out the two incense sticks from the incense burner, looked around, took the lead and left the back hall, returned to his room to rest, and everyone acted belatedly.
Yang Xiaohua, who was holding the red balloon, was tired and hungry, but she did not forget to give food and water to Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian first.
She returned to the room where the messenger was staying, and after eating and drinking, she carefully fell asleep.
Time passed little by little in the ancient house.
After a long period of calm.
The time came to twelve o'clock in the evening.
The second day of vigil ended, and the third day of mourning officially began.
No need to be reminded, everyone returned to the lobby consciously.
On the gate of the ancient house, two white lanterns were swaying constantly due to the cold wind blowing from nowhere.
“The white lantern itself represents many meanings. It is not only a prop for mourning, but also the key to surviving outside the ancient house on the third day. It is also a prerequisite for finding white mourning clothes under the trees in the ghost forest. If you don’t get it, into white mourning clothes, isolated before Come to express condolences to Li Gui, it will be difficult for us to survive safely on the fourth day of condolences."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he grabbed the air, and the red light flashed away, and there was more in his hand. Two white lanterns emitted a pale white light with the words "Denial" written on them.
A total of eight pieces of white mourning clothes can be found from the two lanterns. If one is missing, only four pieces can be found. This was calculated in advance by the owner of the ancient house before his death.
The only problem is that there are a lot of them now, thirteen people in total, but there is no limit on the number of people in the funeral team, so they are still safe.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian each carried a lantern and led the messengers and ghost controllers out of the gate of the ancient house to carry out the task of announcing the funeral on the third day.
In the dim night, two white lights opened the way. On the way to report the funeral, everyone was silent and did not say a word, like a group of ghosts walking with lanterns.
Time passed little by little on the third day.
Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and the two teams circled around the ancient house without encountering any danger.
The crowd expanded the scope of the funeral report, going around from the front door to the back door, and walked on a winding yellow mud road until the end of the road.
They were standing in the clearing of the woods holding lanterns.
A pale light illuminated the dim environment, and there were rustling sounds in the woods, but no ghosts came out to attack them.
The ghosts in the ghost forest must abide by the rules of the ancient house, respect the dead old man, and cannot attack the funeral procession.
What comes into view are five old tombs.
These tombs are old and new, some seem to have been buried several years ago, and some seem to have been newly buried. There are tombstones in front of the tombs with portraits on them.
There are also offerings placed in front of the tombstone, which look very new, including white rice in blue and white porcelain bowls.
The strange thing is that the heavy rain did not soak the white rice, nor did it wash away the tombs on these old graves, as if time had frozen at this moment.
They also saw the collapsed tomb.
Zhou Deng pointed to the first tombstone and sighed: "He was so handsome, but he died here."
The portrait is a black and white photo. The man on it looks very young and handsome, with a kind of The temperament of a noble gentleman.
Yang Jian looked at the portrait and recalled that he had seen this person before. He had seen the exact same photo in Room 301 of Dachuan City during his last letter delivery mission.
But this time.
Liang Xingyang began to order everyone to work: "You bring iron catalpas and dig out the tree. If there is a body wearing black clothes buried under the tree, bury it again. If it is a body wearing white clothes, dig it out. Take away the clothes and bury the body back.”
Knowing exactly what to do, their anxious hearts became much more stable, they did not resist and carried out the task without hesitation.
Yang Jian came back to his senses in a daze, looked at the busy figures around him, took out the two incense sticks he brought from the ancient house from his pocket, exchanged two bowls of white rice with the owner of the tomb, and then The white rice in front of the collapsed tomb was also taken away.
Yang Jian pointed to the collapsed tomb and reminded: "Ghost controllers during the Republic of China should not be active in modern times. If one move affects the whole body, it will lead to more old events of the Republic of China and cause the situation to be turbulent."
Liang Xingyang nodded slightly, but said: "Zhang Youhong's time will not last long and will eventually dissipate. Sister Hong was born too late, and she has no direct conflict of interest with us. The Seven Elders solved a problem They should give face to the supernatural events of this era, but others don’t need to worry.”
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