Chapter 264 Distribution Problem
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian were chatting, and the messenger and ghost masters finally found eight pieces of white cloth from under twelve twisted and weird trees after spending five hours. something.
Some mourning clothes are full of holes and filth, and are tattered. Because they have been buried underground for a long time, they seem to be broken and oxidized at any time. Some mourning clothes didn't look like clothes at all, but looked like a square tablecloth, also old and tattered, with some kind of stain on it. Some of the mourning clothes were baby swaddling clothes, ripped from the body of a dead baby covered in bruises.
When they dug out all the mourning clothes.
The next moment.
The wind blew strangely in the woods, as if there were people hiding deep in the woods crying. There seemed to be quite a few of them, and the cries were brought out one after another by the sound of the wind.
This kind of whimpering cry is very similar to the cry echoing in the ancient house, but the cryer seems to be present in person. They hear it more clearly and more realistically when they stay in the woods.
"Bang."
A weird and twisted tree was blown by the wind and lost its balance and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, strange trees fell down one after another, making loud noises continuously.
After the tree fell, twelve small pits were exposed underneath, and the bodies in the pits were also exposed. A coldness is spreading everywhere, as if a evil ghost has revived, and some kind of danger is being released by their own hands.
Da Qiang, the messenger on the fourth floor, looked startled: "All the fallen trees were dug by us. Did we take away the mourning clothes and violate the taboos in the woods?"
"Don't make random guesses, as long as we take away the mourning clothes." Follow them closely, even if the sky falls, the taller ones will bear it first."
Wang Feng took out the ghost dice from his pocket again, and gave Da Qiang a hand to wake him up, while also keeping him alert. Observing the surrounding situation.
Everyone is looking at Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian, hoping that they can figure out a way to deal with it.
Liang Xingyang seemed very calm under the focused gaze of everyone. He thought that burying the body back might be able to restrain the sleeping ghost again. But this idea is obviously wrong, because it has no effect.
"Unfortunately, if the ghost necklace is still there, use the created body, combined with the supernatural power assimilated by the black veil, to bring the ghost mirror as a container to imprison all the ghosts. As long as this ghost forest is completely dealt with, the dangers of condolences and ghost feasts will It will be released automatically.”
The ghost necklace was placed on Clone No. 1, and the ghost mirror was not on him either. He could only feel a little regretful in his heart.
While he was thinking, Yang Jian said at this moment: "The time is now six o'clock in the morning, and there is still a lot of time before twelve o'clock the next night. However, we can't stay in this forest, we don't know When these evil ghosts wake up, leave here first."
The four messengers looked at each other and nodded, but before leaving, they looked at the twelve cold corpses and couldn't help but feel chilled in their hearts. , and extremely heavy.
There are twelve evil ghosts, one more than the number of evil ghosts who got off the bus after the bus was turned off. When the ghost feast comes on the fifth day, how dangerous will it be in the ancient house? They will really be there by then. Can you survive?
On the yellow mud road.
The seven ghost masters in Liang Xingyang's team raised an important question at this time: "Liang Xingyang, the eight mourning clothes dug out are not enough for distribution. Should we stay and dig more?"
"Mourning clothes are not yours. You are not messengers. You don't need to stay in the ancient house for seven days, so why bother getting involved." Liang Xingyang walked in front holding a lantern and said calmly.
The expressions of the seven ghost controllers changed, and one of them gritted his teeth and said, "Then what should we do? Without mourning clothes, if we stay in the ancient house, we will just wait for death."
"We These days I have worked hard without complaint and put in a lot of effort. Why can't we allocate mourning clothes? The eight pieces of clothing are worth at least 50%. However, the best way to allocate them is to allocate them according to strength." Some people are dissatisfied and see that those messengers are just ordinary people. Fight for yourself the benefits you deserve.
Liang Xingyang paused, turned around, and said with an indifferent expression: "If the distribution is based on strength, I can take away eight pieces of clothing, but none of them will be given to you. What do you want to do then?"
Under the illumination of the pale white lantern, the seven people's faces turned green and black, their faces extremely ugly, but they dared not speak out in anger.
Originally there were thirteen of them, but the young man in front of them easily killed six of them. The seven of them might still have a chance to walk out of the old house alive from the evil ghost, but how dare they risk their lives against this man? .
Liang Xingyang took a glance and saw the expressions of the seven people.
Some people have sorrow in their eyes, some are fearful, and some are holding their breath, their eyes flickering, as if they are thinking about something.
Liang Xingyang turned around and continued to rush towards the ancient house with a lantern. A faint voice came out from his mouth: "After twelve o'clock in the evening, there will be a heavy rain. I will give each of you an umbrella. You You can leave the ancient house and survive the most dangerous condolence and ghost banquet."
The words fell.
The gloomy faces of the seven people immediately regained their brightness.
They have held that black paper umbrella before, and they are ghost masters themselves, so they understand more clearly the terrifying supernatural power inside.
During the downpour, the supernatural interference was so severe that it could even suppress the evil ghosts in them. If the corrosive power of the rain was not too strong, they would rather throw away their umbrellas and soak in the rain to alleviate the problem of the evil ghosts' recovery.
Zhou Deng came over with a smile and said shamelessly: "I'm not a messenger, I also need an umbrella."
Liang Xingyang said: "You have a human skin mask and are living among the ghosts. You don't have to leave at all." "Ancient house."
"You can't say that. If a gentleman doesn't stand behind a dangerous wall and be prepared, who knows if an accident will happen." Zhou Deng said confidently.
Liang Xingyang glanced back and did not refuse again.
Derivative paper umbrellas have no value, you can have as many as you want. Anyway, after leaving the rain, umbrellas will rot and damage quickly. Except for the black paper umbrellas from the source, it is difficult to save them.
The yellow mud road was not long, and the pale white light illuminated the darkness. The two teams did not stay at the back door, but returned to the gate of the ancient house.
They are a funeral team. They cannot enter the ancient house today, otherwise it will break a certain balance in the ancient house and cause bad things to happen.
Now the wind blowing from the woods is getting stronger and stronger, and the sobbing and crying coming from inside are becoming more and more sad and resentful, as if they are falling into great sadness after learning that the owner of the ancient house has passed away.
“The days are getting longer and longer, and the level of terror in the ancient house will be getting higher and higher. Everyone must be very alert.”
Yang Jian held the cracked spear, Holding a white lantern, he reminded the four messengers: "The dangers on the day of condolences are unpredictable. Ghosts who came to express their condolences flocked to the lobby. Don't take the initiative to make any noise while wearing mourning clothes, otherwise it will still attract the attention of the evil ghosts."
The four messengers nodded quickly.
The eagle came closer and whispered: "Yang Jian, eight mourning clothes are not enough. The total number of people in the two teams is fourteen, and six people cannot be allocated. We should discuss the distribution issue. "
Yang Jian groaned, not thinking of a solution for the time being, and decided to discuss the specific allocation quota with Liang Xingyang.
"Yang Jian, what should I do?"
Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon and looked uneasy. She is an ordinary person, but she is not the only ordinary person in the team. Once It requires sacrifice and is most likely to be abandoned by the team.
Yang Jian said nothing, he would not make a promise, anyone could be sacrificed at critical moments, and Yang Xiaohua was no exception.
"Shasha...ahem, I am Liang Xingyang."
The noise from the old radio suddenly sounded around them. At some point, there was an extra radio beside them, and it seemed that they were connected at this moment. Got the signal.
Within the influence of the radio curse, all sounds will be eavesdropped clearly.
Liang Xingyang accidentally overheard the conversation between Eagle and Yang next door. He thought for a while and did not walk over with a lantern. Instead, he used the medium of the radio to tell them his solution.
Zhou Deng and the seven ghost masters don't need mourning clothes, so they will get two more pieces. Maybe Liu Qingqing can get one after coming out of the red room.
The eagle looked at the radio on the ground, touched his head sheepishly and said, "If that's the case, I have no suggestions."
The issue of the distribution of mourning clothes was solved.
Everyone was chatting in front of the ancient house, resting, eating and drinking, chatting again, and so on.
Time passes little by little.
It’s 11:59 pm. (End of this chapter)