Chapter 57 Mourning Hall
With the sound of braking, the supernatural bus stopped next to the old-fashioned bus stop sign next to the highway.
With a "bang", the car door opened.
A foul-smelling wind rushed in from the open car door. The temperature in the bus suddenly dropped several degrees.
"The bus has stopped, why hasn't the ghost appeared yet?" Su Mubai frowned, his eyes focused on the righteous village at the end of the country road.
The charity village looked very inviting. It seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time and was dilapidated, but the surroundings of the charity village were covered with white cloth strips.
It's like the kind of funeral arrangements that are made when someone dies, and the whole house is white.
The strangest thing is that the white cloths around Yizhuang House seem to be very new, as if they have been hung up only a short time ago!
"There must be ghosts here, but I don't know how many ghosts there are in that yizhuang and how scary it is." Su Mubai stood up from his seat and walked towards the open car door. go.
He was going to get off the car and go to the Yizhuang to have a look.
The layout of the yizhuang was very strange, as if a funeral had just been held. But this place itself is in a supernatural place, and only something weird seems normal.
Tap tap tap!
Su Mubai took a step forward and glanced at the mummy bride as he passed by her. He found that she was sitting firmly in her seat and motionless, with no intention of getting off the car.
"It's good if you don't get out of the car. If you get off the car, I will be a little helpless." Su Mubai thought to himself, and after taking a look, he stopped paying attention to the mummy bride.
The ghosts who were about to get on the bus at this stop seemed to be very patient. Until Su Mubai got off the bus, there were still no ghosts around.
After getting off the bus, Su Mubai stood on the side of the road and took a look at the old-fashioned bus stop sign next to him.
This bus stop sign is made of iron. It seems to have been there for a long time. It is rusty and has three big characters on it.
Renjiazhuang!
Su Mubai looked at the three words on the stop sign and couldn't help but be stunned. But he soon recovered, but there was a strange look in his eyes.
"Renjiazhuang, why not just call it Renjia Town..."
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The dark mist surged and spread towards Yizhuang in the distance. Su Mubai took a step forward and disappeared.
The night breeze is gentle.
The cold wind blew the black plants on both sides of the country road rustling, giving people an inexplicable and terrifying feeling.
In Yizhuang, white cloth beams and the entire interior are arranged to look like a mourning hall.
In the center of the hall of Yizhuang, there is a coffin.
It was a red coffin with a black word "Dian" on the side. The whole coffin looked inexplicably weird!
In front of the coffin is an incense table, filled with various offerings, as well as a spiritual tablet with a photo of the old man's portrait on it.
On the incense table, two black candles were burning, emitting a faint green light, illuminating the entire hall with a faint green light.
Suddenly.
Wisps of black mist appeared out of thin air in the hall.
As time went by, the fog became more and more dense. Finally, the fog condensed, a black light flashed, and a figure appeared in the hall.
It is Su Mubai!
Su Mubai, who successfully invaded with the Ghost Domain, immediately took stock of the surrounding environment.
“Is this a mourning hall?” Su Mubai frowned slightly. Without too much judgment, the decoration in the hall could explain everything.
In the hall, paper money was all over the floor, and some ashes from burned paper money were scattered on the ground without being cleaned.
The decoration is all white, with white cloths hanging everywhere. The coffin in the center of the hall and the incense table in front of the coffin all indicate that this is a mourning hall.
"The red coffin..." Su Mubai looked at the other things in the hall and then focused his attention on the center of the hall.
There were two things that attracted his attention. Apart from the red coffin, the other one was the spiritual tablet on the incense table.
The old man in the posthumous photo is about seventy or eighty years old. He seems to be very kind and amiable.
However, there is no name on the spiritual tablet, only the black and white portrait of the old man.
Su Mubai thought for a moment, stepped forward, picked up the spiritual tablet on the incense table and looked at it.
It felt warm and moist, and Su Mubai couldn't recognize what material the spiritual tablet was made of, but he felt that it was not made of wood or iron.
The spiritual position is very ordinary. Apart from the strange materials and the weird feel, there is no supernatural power in it.
"There is no problem with the spiritual position, so only the coffin contains the supernatural." The moment Su Mubai entered the hall, he felt a cold aura.
This kind of aura is unique to ghosts or supernatural objects, so Su Mubai immediately determined that there was a ghost in the mourning hall.
Su Mubai put down the coffin, walked around the incense table, and came to the edge of the red coffin.
"Pa"
Su Mubai's black and blue palm grasped the coffin lid, and slowly exerted force on his hand. His strength was so strong that the entire coffin lid was gradually pushed open. .
As the coffin lid was pushed open, a cold breath spread, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped a lot.
On the incense table, the black candle burned more vigorously, the flames crackled, and the green candlelight became more intense.
With a "clang", the coffin lid fell to the ground.
The coffin was completely opened by Su Mubai, and inside the coffin lay an old man wearing a black gown and a wrinkled face.
The old man's eyes were closed tightly and he was lying motionless in the coffin. The skin on his body was covered with age spots and exuded a strange smell.
"Huh? Hasn't the ghost recovered completely?" Su Mubai could clearly feel that the supernatural power in the coffin was gradually strengthening.
As time went by, corpse spots soon began to appear on the body of the old man in the coffin, and the area covered by the corpse spots continued to increase.
"This old man was a ghost controller during his lifetime. Now that he is dead, the supernatural power in his body is gradually reviving?" Su Mubai guessed based on the situation at the scene.
"But if that's the case, then who decorated this mourning hall? Did the old man in the coffin decorate it before he was alive?"
Su Mubai was a little confused.
It doesn’t matter if this mourning hall, including this coffin, was decorated by the old man before his death.
But who burned the paper money on the ground? Who placed the sacrifices on the incense table? And who lit those two weird-looking black candles?
“Hu~~~”
Suddenly.
A gust of wind blew by, and the two black candles on the incense table were extinguished, and the surrounding environment suddenly fell into darkness.
“Huh? Where are the people?!”
The moment the candle went out, Su Mubai turned his head and glanced at the incense table, but when he turned his head again, he found...
The old man in the coffin was gone!
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