The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 244

Not long after Zhao Yi closed the door, when there was a knock on the door, Yang Jian and others inside also checked the situation of the old house.

"Someone knocking on the door?"

For an instant.

In the lobby, Lao Ying, Brother Qin, Xiao Bin, Li Yang and others all looked in the direction of the gate of the ancient house.

"Knocking on the door again?" Yang Jian's expression darkened.

He hated two things the most in his life. One was someone knocking on the door for no reason without speaking, and the other was rain.

"Who, who is knocking on the door outside?" Someone shouted again, and that voice was Zhou Deng.

"Zhao Yi, what's going on outside? Are you knocking on the door?" Yang Jian, who didn't know the situation, called out to the door.

"It's not me." Zhao Yi's response came from the front hall.

It wasn't Zhao Yi who knocked on the door, these words immediately changed the expressions of everyone in the lobby.

"I'll go out and have a look. You are here, be careful." Yang Jian felt that he couldn't just sit here and do nothing, so he immediately went out with a cracked spear.

"Wait, I'm coming too." Zhou Deng followed Yang Jian's pace and walked out the door together.

When the two came to the front hall, they found that Zhao Yi was just standing there leaning against the wall, without any movement.

"Don't you mind the knocking on the door outside?" Zhou Deng looked at Zhao Yi in surprise.

Just as he said this, several ghost masters came out from the lobby.

"It's meaningless, just close the door, don't worry about the rest." Zhao Yi still leaned against the wall, not paying too much attention to the situation outside the door.

"It seems that you know a lot, but you can rest assured about the situation here, but I am not at ease." Yang Jian took a deep look at Zhao Yi.

Unexpected people appeared in the ancient house, and unexpected things happened, which made him feel that everything was out of his control.

Yang Jian walked forward through Zhao Yi, bypassed the shadow wall in the front hall, and saw a corner of the gate.

However, at this moment, the rapid knock on the door stopped abruptly.

There was a series of footsteps nearby.

Something is passing away at an unreasonable rate.

"Are you late? No, I left after hearing the noise." Yang Jian stood in front of the door at the moment, he opened the door, and stared at the direction where the voice was going away.

There are only a few old trees standing there, blown and swayed by the cold wind.

He looked back at the gate, and there were dirty palm prints on it, densely packed, almost covering the entire gate, even where the height couldn't reach.

Moreover, the size and shape of the dirty handprints are different, and it can be seen that several pairs of different hands left the handprints.

"Ran?"

Zhou Deng also heard the hurried footsteps across the wall, and was stunned for a moment. He looked around, but found nothing.

"It's a step late. The thing that knocked on the door before has already left. It's very strange. If it is really a ghost, it is absolutely impossible to leave. It will just stay where it is and wait for us to appear." Yang Jian said.

"That's true. Ghosts don't care about these things, so the thing that knocked on the door is not a ghost? But the door is already like this, so it can't be a person." Zhou Deng also looked at the dirty handprints on the door and fell into it. meditation.

Yang Jian said again: "However, there is one exception."

"If a ghost steals the memory of a living person and imitates the behavior of a living person, then some of the ghost's behavior will become weird and unpredictable."

"Like a living ghost?" Zhou Deng frowned.

"It is true that such things happen. Although ghosts kill people according to certain rules, with the appearance of supernatural events, ghosts will also appear some incomprehensible aliens just like ghost masters, although those alien ghosts are still following certain rules. Killing, but the behavior of that kind of ghost is beyond comprehension."

Fan Xing rushed over, and he heard the conversation and added: "Some ghosts of different kinds even control their own killing patterns. Obviously you meet the needs of being attacked, but the ghosts didn't kill you. The same reason, you obviously didn't trigger the ghosts. The law of killing people, but ghosts can create loopholes, allowing you to trigger the law."

"People control ghosts, and ghosts control people, and they are all getting close to each other. This is a terrible problem."

Zhao Yi said lightly, "Don't look at it, you are here to deliver a letter to the funeral, please close the gate quickly, and don't let the things in the forest see what's going on in the old house."

"As for the matter of humans and ghosts, you just need to remember that except for those who think they are humans, there are only ghosts left."

"What will happen to the things in the forest when they see the situation in the old house?" Brother Qin also came out at this time.

"The time you need to stay here to deliver the letter, if I'm right, it should be seven days?" Zhao Yi didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"You're right, it's indeed seven days." Brother Qin nodded.

"Then have you heard about the folk stories about the first seven souls returning to the funeral?" Zhao Yi's tone was very calm, as if these things had nothing to do with him.

"The old man in the house died at twelve o'clock, and you need to stay until the seventh day. Do you think this is a coincidence? Or something?"

"Seven days. The first seven. On the first day, the corpse was put into the coffin, there was knocking on the door at night, and weeping." Yang Jian's reaction was quick. With Zhao Yi's reminder, he quickly came to his senses.

"So you mean that we need to bury the old people inside according to the folk burial method?"

"As expected of you, Yang Jian, you reacted very quickly." Zhao Yi nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

"If this is the case, then why didn't you say it earlier? Since we are here to bury the old man, you should be the same, right?" Yang Jian looked at Zhao Yi, his cold eyes showing a hint of confusion.

"Heh, who said I'm here to hold a funeral? I'm here to attend the funeral as a guest, not as the host's family."

Zhao Yi chuckled, the voice seemed to carry some kind of magical power, echoing far away, even the voice outside that was like howling ghosts stopped for a moment.

The crying face and smiling face made Zhao Yi's crying and laughing with a certain kind of supernatural, plus ghost games, polite ghosts, ghost voices, deceiving ghosts and other ghosts that are also related to sound.

No matter what kind of voice Zhao Yi makes now, it is a spiritual attack. If he hadn't used a deceiving ghost to create another vocal cord for himself, I am afraid that some weak ghost masters will be in front of him. sentences will be killed.

"Guests?" Yang Jian was taken aback, Zhao Yi had indeed said similar things when they came in.

"So what is the relationship between the old man inside and you?"

Yang Jian recalled the first time he met Zhao Yi, and the experience until now, the other party seems to know a lot of things, could it be that he is a ghost master with inheritance.

(End of this chapter)