Chapter 1537 Grave
After seeing the second tomb, Zhou Deng just looked at the remaining tombs casually and stopped paying attention.
Although there were sacrifices placed in front of these tombs, Zhou Deng did not dare to do anything casually.
So I simply stopped looking at these tombs.
Instead, I started looking elsewhere.
soon.
Zhou Deng found a rusty shovel standing in front of an open space.
His eyes suddenly showed a look of anticipation.
Then walked over immediately.
Only when Zhou Deng picked it up and tried it, he realized that this thing was not the supernatural item as expected at all, but just a very ordinary thing.
This made Zhou Deng feel disappointed.
Zhou Deng circled the open space twice again, and finally found helplessly that except for the sacrifices that could not be moved.
It is not as good as I imagined at first.
This made Zhou Deng feel a little discouraged.
“Go back, go back, it’s a waste of time if you don’t find anything.”
After Zhou Deng finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave.
But at this moment, for some reason, he unexpectedly came to the second woman's grave again by some strange combination of circumstances.
After taking a deep look at the portrait on the tombstone, Zhou Deng actually placed the incense he got from the old house in front of the grave;
“Here you see It's the most pleasing to the eye. It's not in vain for me, Zhou Deng, to come here before I leave."
Zhou Deng doesn't value the incense stick in his hand very much.
Because when he got it, he didn't find anything special about it.
It seems like this thing is just an ordinary thing, nothing special.
Besides, the incense stick in Zhou Deng's hand has already burned more than half at this time, and it will not be long before it is completely burned out.
Zhou Deng felt that it was useless to keep it in his hands, so he simply gave it up.
After doing this, Zhou Deng held a white lantern and left the same way without looking back.
But Zhou Deng didn't notice it after he left.
The incense stick standing on the tomb suddenly began to burn quickly;
The speed was very fast, and in just an instant, the ashes of the incense fell down one by one.
What is even weirder is that the smoke from the burning incense stick does not float upwards, but strangely floats downwards, and finally submerges into the old tomb.
It was as if there was something in the tomb smoking those cigarettes.
And as the smoke was absorbed by the tomb, the portrait of the woman on the tombstone in front of the tomb also showed some changes.
First of all, the smile on the woman's face seemed to have changed, and the smile became wider.
Then the portrait gradually faded and the color became lighter;
In the end, the portrait completely disappeared, leaving only a blank space on the tombstone.
Suddenly, the old tomb suddenly sank and collapsed.
A white hand with red nails suddenly appeared.
The hand rested on the tombstone, and with a slight movement, the tombstone fell down and was buried in the sunken old grave.
The next second.
A strange woman with a graceful figure and waist-length hair appeared in the middle of the open space.
The woman is wearing an elegant red cheongsam. There is a rusty handkerchief hanging on the waist of the cheongsam. On her feet are a pair of red high heels, as bright as blood
It feels elegant yet weird.
And this woman still exudes a kind of fragrance, which is like the smell of the burning incense before, but also seems to have a different smell.
If Zhou Deng were here, he would have discovered that this strange woman who suddenly appeared was exactly the same as the woman in the portrait on the tombstone.
However, this woman did not have that rotten, lifeless aura.
If Li Yue were here, he would find that this woman is very similar to Liu Qingqing.
Not appearance, but something deeper.
For example, temperament, demeanor.
"Whispering"
At this moment, the wind suddenly picked up in the nearby old forest, and the trees swayed and rustled.
“Glug, cluck.”
The strange woman who was standing there quietly suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter echoed, accented.
The originally normal laughter was suddenly filled with a strange feeling.
And as the woman’s laughter spread.
The old tree that suddenly began to sway just now immediately returned to calm.
Even the wind that was blowing also stopped.
Then the woman walked slowly towards the ancient house along the yellow mud road she had just walked.
Zhou Deng didn't know the consequences of his actions, and Li Yue and others in the old house were also unclear.
After Li Yue and others returned from the lobby to the back hall where the coffin was, they quietly guarded the back hall.
Previously, Yang Jian used a strange hatchet to dismember the Li Gui, the source of the dark ghosts.
This greatly reduced the terror of the ghost.
Even the darkness and ghosts could not maintain it, and the darkness in the ancient house retreated into the corridors on the left and right.
As the darkness receded, the ghosts that appeared earlier also temporarily disappeared.
But no one dared to be careless.
Because they all knew very well that although Yang Jian dismembered the fierce ghost, he did not take advantage of the situation to imprison it.
As long as you give the evil spirit some time, the dismembered evil spirit will still recover.
When the time comes, that fierce ghost will definitely appear again.
At some point, the old radio appeared on the ground in the lobby again.
Although there were rustling sounds from time to time, no signal was received, and no weird words were heard.
This made everyone feel a little relieved.
In this way, time passed little by little.
Unknowingly, everyone has been guarding the red coffin for several hours.
“What time is it now.”
“It’s half past three in the morning.”
“It seems that the evil ghost has really temporarily retreated, and the ancient house has also recovered. Calm down, if it stays like this, we should be able to survive tonight.”
At this time, the eagle suddenly said:
"Why don't we discuss what we should do on the third day while we have time now. Does anyone know?"
Hearing his words, there were many people present. There were subtle changes in the eyes of everyone.
Judging from the experience of the first day, as long as we persist until dawn, everyone will be safe.
It is only a few hours before dawn, so we are still very sure.
In this way, it is indeed necessary to discuss what should be done next.
Confirming this matter earlier will be very beneficial to their next actions.
"The first day is the enshrinement, the second day is the vigil, and the third day, I think it is probably...condolences?"
Li Yang was the first to express his opinion, but it was his There was a bit of uncertainty in his tone.
“No, no, it shouldn’t be that fast.”
After Li Yang spoke, Wang Feng immediately retorted:
“According to the normal funeral ceremony, the person is buried on the first day after death, followed by a vigil, and then the funeral should be announced and a notice issued;
< br>The fourth day is to express condolences. Relatives and friends who heard the news of the death came to pay homage to the deceased and pay homage to his remains."
At this point, Wang Feng looked at everyone and then continued:
"So the third day should be the funeral. That’s right.”
His tone was quite certain, making everyone who heard it start thinking.
It’s just that today’s young people are not very clear about things like funerals, let alone this seven-day format.
Although I think what Wang Feng said seems to make sense, I am not entirely sure. (End of this chapter)