The Mystic Painter of Recovery

Chapter 161
"Have you confirmed that it's the funeral report on the third day?"

"The method of reporting the funeral should be related to the two white lanterns at the door. Take the lantern and go out in the woods for a walk, and it should be regarded as the reporting of the funeral."

Zhao Yichen pointed to the two lanterns with the word "Dian" written on them.

"But let's take a rest now. The funeral report will not start until evening, otherwise it will be very troublesome if the time is advanced."

"The ghosts that broke in today are not all here. We can barely handle it. If too many come in, even I can't handle it."

Letting go of He Yuelian's hand, Zhao Yichen found that the red robe on his body began to dissipate.

'It seems that if I want to use the complete spirituality of the wedding dress, I must hold He Yuelian. Without holding her, I can only use part of the power to attract ghosts. '

'But this is not bad, at least, with the supernatural powers that protect consciousness, you won't be so passive in the face of consciousness-type ghosts. '

Walking into the old house, he took the five ghost boys back. He didn't do anything else, just rested on the spot.

Seeing his appearance, the others didn't ask any more questions even though they were worried.

At the very least, the loss of control of the ancient house has been resolved.

Time passed quickly.

It was twelve o'clock at night.

The second day's vigil is officially over, and now it's the third day's mourning.

This time, there was nothing abnormal in the ancient house, and everything was so peaceful.

But this peace is only temporary. Since the funeral is reported on the third day, there will be problems sooner or later if they stay in the old house.

At this time, Daqiang's face was ashen and lifeless. He said: "According to the rules of reporting funerals, all of us need to leave the ancient house today, right. If we don't leave, there may be other dangers."

"It is speculated that this is the case, but I'm not sure, but this matter can't be tried with one's life." Yang Jian stood up from the ground.

"Let's go, there are two white lanterns here, there shouldn't be any major problems this time." Zhao Yichen stood up, walked to the position next to the coffin in the back hall, and picked up the two extinguished ghost incense sticks.

"Zhao Yichen, what did you find?" Yang Jian asked after noticing Zhao Yichen's movements.

"This ghost incense has other functions, it can make us relax when we do other things later." Zhao Yichen said lightly.

"Let's go, it's time to leave after taking the lantern, no one can stay in the old house."

After two days, not many people died here.

Zhou Deng, Fan Xing, and several unknown ghost masters.

The number of people still alive at this time, including Zhao Yichen, was only nine.

Three couriers from the post office, Yang Xiaohua, Laoying and Daqiang.

Zhao Yichen, Yang Jian, Zhou Tianyi, Li Yang.

There are also two unknown ghost masters.

By the way, one more He Yuelian should be added at this time, so it can be counted as ten people.

"As long as you are near this white lantern, you will not be attacked by ghosts. Although there are some supernatural phenomena around, there is no need to worry too much."

Taking down the lantern, Zhao Yichen handed one of them to Yang Jiandao.

Yang Jian was not polite either, nodded and took another lantern directly.

"The way to report the funeral on the third day is indeed safe. It looks dangerous, but in fact, ghosts will not attack us at all."

Zhou Tianyi looked around while walking on the road, and he saw many strange and frightening supernatural phenomena appearing around him.

There were many terrifying dead faces around, but none of the ghosts left the light emitted by the lantern.

"We should think about the fourth day in advance now. If the third day is a funeral report, I personally think the fourth day may be a condolence." Eagle looked at the grim faces nearby and said after confirming his safety.

"After the funeral is reported, according to the custom, everyone who receives the notice must attend the funeral, and the first thing at the funeral is to express condolences."

An unknown ghost master changed his expression slightly: "The possibility is indeed very high, but if we mourn on the fourth day, how can we avoid the danger? In other words, what should we do on the day of mourning?"

Da Qiang on the side said: "When expressing condolences, don't forget that family members need to cry. Maybe crying is the key to survival."

"Maybe it is necessary to wear sackcloth and mourning. Family members need to wear sackcloth and mourning at the same time. I think this is the key to survival." The other strange ghost master added.

The eagle said: "It's not realistic, because there are no mourning clothes for us in the old house, and we can't know in advance that there are old people who die in the old house, so we need to wear mourning clothes. If this is the case, then the method of living in mourning clothes should not be correct. , Of course, I have not ruled out this possibility."

"It's not mourning or wearing mourning, then the fourth day will be difficult." Da Qiang frowned and thought.

"It should be mourning, but we can only find what we need for wearing mourning." Zhao Yichen's expression moved slightly, he remembered that there was indeed a scene of mourning in mourning.

Then came the ghost banquet, the funeral, the first seven, just ended.

At one o'clock in the morning, everyone circled around the ancient house a few times without encountering any danger.

At two o'clock in the morning, everyone chose to rest in place for a while, and they were not in danger either.

It can be seen that as long as you carry this white lantern outside the haunted house, whether you are sitting or walking, it is considered a funeral, which is a safe behavior.

The reason why there were signs of losing control yesterday was because Zhou Deng walked around the old forest with a white lantern, causing some ghosts to enter the old house.

"The funeral is almost over. It's time to find some props that can be used later. Come with me. I have encountered things that can be used later."

Zhao Yichen glanced at almost everyone who was resting and reminded them.

"That's right. The time for reporting the funeral is probably for us to have the opportunity to find supernatural props that can be used later. We can't waste time here." Yang Jian nodded. He also felt that reporting the funeral was not that simple.

Zhao Yichen led the crowd to the end of the yellow mud path, and saw the old graves before.

There was no change in the old grave. Before Meng Xiaodong's grave was inspected for a stick of ghost incense, there was nothing unusual at this time.

Sure enough, just as Zhao Yichen thought, the extinguished ghost incense will not cause any accidents here.

"The thing you said will be used later should be the rice here?" The eagle stared at the white rice in front of the tombstone and said.

"If the fourth day is condolences, then the fifth day must be a banquet, and the banquet needs to prepare food for the guests, but there must be no living people in this ancient house, and the people who come to the banquet must be Ghosts, we don't have anything for ghosts to eat, but here we have."

"The observation skills are good, as expected of a person who can live up to the fourth floor as an ordinary person." Zhao Yichen nodded in agreement.

"Is the fifth day a ghost feast?" Yang Jian thought about it carefully, and thought about it. This possibility is very high.

"That's right, the fifth day is indeed a ghost banquet, and after that there is a funeral, the first seven days are exactly seven days away." Zhao Yichen explained.

"Whether it's a ghost feast or not, take it back first, maybe it will be useful." Da Qiang said immediately.

Another ghost master hastily stopped him and said, "Are you crazy? You took away the rice you needed for the fifth day on the third day, so what do the ghosts in these graves eat? Maybe they will come out to eat." people."

But at this time, Zhao Yichen had already walked to those graves, took out a stick of ghost incense and stuck it next to the bowl of ghost rice in front of the tombstone.

"Can Guixiang exchange rice with these ghosts in the cemetery?" Yang Jian asked paying attention to this scene.

"Yes, but we only have two more ghost incense in our hands, so we can only exchange two bowls." Zhao Yichen picked up the bowl of rice in front of the tombstone.

At this time, he looked at another cemetery. It seemed that he had calculated it. There were only three bowls of ghost rice here.

The last remaining bowl of rice was on Zhang Youhong's cemetery. Even though Zhao Yichen felt a little bit of reluctance at this time, he could only insert another stick of ghost incense into the cemetery in front of Zhang Youhong.

The bowl of ghost rice in front of Zhang Youhong's tomb has lost part of it, not as full as the bowl above.

'I don't know if the extinguished ghost incense will cause any changes. With a slight sigh in his heart, he also picked up the bowl of ghost rice.

"Now that I have taken three bowls of white rice, and I have everything for the ghost feast on the fifth day, how can I survive the condolence tomorrow, which is the fourth day?" Da Qiang asked.

"We have to continue the discussion," Eagle said.

Everyone's heart is still heavy, because the distance from the first seven is getting closer and closer, and the dangers encountered in the future will definitely exceed those of the previous few days. Even when the first seven arrives, the most dangerous mission of delivering letters will also come.

"It's still early, don't waste time circling around the ancient house, go to the old forest in front to have a look." Yang Jian said: "Take advantage of this time to find out what's going on here."

"Yang Jian is right. The old forest in front of the old house is really going to be visited, whether it's for future safety or for other reasons." Zhao Yichen nodded.

The white mourning clothes needed to wear hemp and mourning were dug out in the old forest, but it is not clear where they were dug.

After all, there are two old forests so big, and he didn't know the situation, so he didn't dare to dig casually. After all, the ghosts buried under the trees here are not only those wearing white filial piety.

There are also those wearing black filial piety clothes, which are not for people to wear.

They walked around to the gate of the ancient house, and then walked into the small old forest along a path.

The route is still the same as when we came, without any changes.

The old forest in front seems very dangerous, and it feels much more dangerous than the old forest behind the old house.

But here, the sense of oppression that was faintly felt in the old house before has completely disappeared.

Soon, everyone came to the end of this old forest.

It is a modern asphalt road, which should be the road where the bus traveled before.

It looks out of place with the appearance of the old house, but the end of this road is invisible to the left and right, and the distance is hazy, everything seems to be shrouded in mist, it seems that the world is only so big, and it cannot Expanded again.

"The bus has left." A ghost driver looked at the empty road.

"Isn't this normal? We've been here for almost three days, and of course the bus left long ago." Zhao Yichen curled his lips.

The ghost bus had disappeared long ago, and there were only some bloodstains and some ordinary personal items left on the ground. It seemed that these things could prove that a group of people got off the bus here before and encountered a dangerous situation.

"The bodies are all gone," said the eagle, "and"

"And what?" Li Yang asked.

The eagle said: "It's nothing, I just feel that there seem to be a few more trees on the side of the road. When I got off the car before, there seemed to be no such trees. It may be an illusion. I was thinking too much."

"Tree? By the way, tree." Hearing this, Zhao Yichen suddenly remembered something.

If Zhou Deng in the original book hadn't died, he should have been discovered by everyone at this time, so here should be those trees with white filial piety.

"Dig these trees, I think I know how to spend the fourth day." Zhao Yichen pointed to a tree and said.

Yang Jian was taken aback, "What does the fourth day have to do with trees?"

"Look at these trees, they didn't exist before, they should have just been planted in the last few days."

"Think about it, what happened these days?"

Yang Jian frowned and thought for a while.

"You mean, this is the group of ghost masters who didn't keep up with us and were buried under the tree?" Daqiang said directly at this time.

"That's right. This forest is a place to bury ghosts. These ghost masters died here, so their bodies were buried together with the ghosts inside."

"Since it is a place to bury ghosts, then the owner of this old house must have buried ghosts here too."

"These ghosts may have the filial piety we need."

Zhao Yichen spoke quickly, and at the same time asked Zhou Tianyi to dig a tree continuously.

"Digging trees, looking for mourning clothes?" Yang Jian frowned, it sounded like he was trying to die.

"Don't worry, even if a ghost is dug out, you don't have to worry too much. At worst, nail it to the coffin and bury it back." Zhao Yichen said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go together."

In the strange old forest, there were sparse sounds, and everyone was digging into the soil along a black and strange old tree with lanterns.

With the continuous digging, a pit gradually appeared in front of the eyes.

The soil in the pit was also black, exuding a rancid smell, as if it had been rotted and deteriorated after being mixed with some blood.

It is a mixture of mud and flesh, not as simple as ordinary mud.

Zhao Yichen felt that instead of calling this dirt dirt, it might as well be called grave soil.

Because this kind of soil gave him the feeling that it was very similar to the soil on a tombstone ghost he had encountered before.

The soil is very loose and messy, and everyone can easily dig it out with the simplest tools.

After digging down for about one meter, a distorted outline of a corpse emerged. It was a rotting corpse, and it was covered with tree roots, as if the tree had grown up by absorbing the nutrition from the corpse. .

The corpse was weird, and the tree grew weirdly.

Pulling away the dirt, half of the corner of the white clothes was exposed underneath. Although it was covered with filth, it could still be clearly distinguished.

It's just that the clothes are very torn, rotted and left holes, as if they were about to oxidize and break at any moment. No one knows how long the clothes have been buried under the old tree.

"It's really the same as what you said, Captain Zhao, with white clothes." A ghost master looked a little surprised and said.

He didn't believe it before, but because he didn't have any good solution, and Zhao Yichen's strength was so strong that he had to dig.

But now that the evidence is in front of him, he has no choice but to believe it.

He worked harder to dig up the soil next to him.

Only then did everyone see clearly what was under the soil.

A rotten and blackened corpse, no flesh and blood, only a skeleton. It is not clear whether it is a man or a woman. It is not wearing white clothes, but wrapped in a piece of white cloth, like a shroud. This white shroud has rotted a lot, or something has changed after it was buried.

Yang Jian immediately stretched out his cracked spear, and picked up the white shroud directly with coffin nails.

"It was taken out, a tattered white shroud?" Zhou Tianyi looked at the thing that was taken out with some doubts.

"It looks like a tablecloth, not a shroud." The eagle glanced at it and said, "Look, this piece of cloth is square and looks like a table."

"Is this thing really useful? It's hard to believe." Li Yang became suspicious.

Yang Jian said, "Who knows, let's keep looking. There are quite a few of us, so it's a bit difficult to find enough mourning clothes for each of us in the remaining time."

"Wait a minute, dig with a shovel." Several shovels suddenly appeared in Zhao Yichen's hands, and he handed them to everyone.

"Why are you prepared to have such a thing?" Yang Jian was a little puzzled.

"It's just some supernatural means, let's dig." Zhao Yichen waved his hand, and continued to hold the lantern to illuminate the crowd.

Everyone moved again, digging along the old tree next to the old house.

It's just that under these trees, the probability of white mourning clothes is really small.

It's even a little pitiful. During the excavation, people found a lot of weird corpses. Some of these corpses were highly decomposed, some were only bones, and some were strange and frightening. They were still fresh, with pale skin and no blood. Besides, it wasn't even stiff yet.

But when such a corpse is dug up, it is the default to stop and bury it immediately, and dare not continue to mess around.

As time passed, everyone began to feel a little anxious, because the filial clothing in their hands was not enough, far from enough, and they only found two filial clothing in more than three hours.

There were a total of ten people present, even if He Yuelian was not counted, nine filial dresses were needed for everyone to use.

Fortunately, it was still early at this time, it was just after six o'clock, and there were still six hours for everyone to continue digging.

With good luck, everyone dug up another mourning dress, but I don't know if it was counted, because the dead baby was wrapped under the white mourning dress. The dead baby seemed to be unformed. same as the one taken out.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yichen took the dead baby out of the filial piety, and at the same time a pool of ghost blood appeared under his feet and threw the dead baby into it.

(End of this chapter)