The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 245
"It's the first time we met." Zhao Yi said.

"Meeting for the first time? Are you going to attend the other party's funeral?" Yang Jian was a little surprised. In his opinion, Zhao Yi should most likely be a descendant of this old man.

"Why not? And you have too many questions. You just need to know that I will stay here for a while. If there is no danger of being irresistible, I should stay until the funeral is over."

Zhao Yi walked towards the lobby without looking back.

The effect of closing the door is actually not great, but it can delay a little time.

As time went by, there were various sounds made by the wind blowing through the building gaps everywhere in the ancient house. The sound was very strange, like someone crying, and it could be heard from all directions. It was impossible to tell where the sound came from.

The whining wind turned into a strange cry unconsciously.

This change is gradual, so that people have no reaction at the beginning, and have accepted this incomprehensible change unconsciously.

It is windy outside, but inside the old house is crying. This sound is a bit like a ghost crying face, but there are many crying sounds in the old house, not just one cry, but a dozen, or even a dozen people cries mixed together.

"Zhao Yi, since it's a funeral, I think there should be something to do on the first day." Yang Jian looked at Zhao Yi and said.

"If the funeral is held according to the tradition, the first day after death, the family members of the deceased need to cry to express their grief."

"I think what we need to do on the first day is to enshrine the dead, what do you think?"

"It's indeed encoffining, your reaction is really fast." Zhao Yi nodded.

He could remember what needed to be done here, but not the order of events.

After all, funerals are different in different places.

Yang Jian murmured: "If all these things are carried out according to the steps of the funeral, the most important thing on the first day is to enter the coffin and move the old man's body into the coffin. There is no corpse, and the encoffining has not been completed, so who will the whole ancient house cry for?"

"Without a corpse, we are the ones who weep for mourning."

Zhao Yi used the calmest words to say words that terrified everyone present.

"So we need to get close to the old man now?"

Fan Xing felt that this idea was too absurd. He took the initiative to carry a corpse that was probably a ghost. It was not a restriction, but moved him into the coffin.

"If you don't want to, you can wait a little longer, and it's not too late to make a decision later."

Zhao Yi sat on the chair opposite the old man's body, his face remained unchanged, as if all the dangers had nothing to do with him.

The others looked at him and looked at each other.

In fact, the danger in the old house can certainly threaten Zhao Yi, but the crisis on the first night was not that big, so he didn't want to intervene too much.

After all, Zhao Yi made a move on the first night, and they would instinctively rely on Zhao Yi for other things later on, which would be troublesome.

The old man's body was still left in the lobby, no one dared to approach it, and time kept passing.

If this continues, encoffining will definitely fail today, and everyone will have to bear the consequences of encoffining failure.

At the beginning, the strange sound in the old house was just the sound of whining wind, and then it turned into crying and lasted for a while, and at this moment, there was a new change.

Those cries are changing places.
A familiar eerie crying sound was in the front yard of the old house. The sound seemed to be moving, and it moved to the patio in the middle of the night.

The sound was very close, very close, as if it was right next door.

Even, to make people feel horrified, a cry actually moved to several rooms near the front hall.

"No, we can't drag it on any longer. We must enshrine the old man's body."

Yang Jian stood up, looking at everyone with a pair of icy eyes.

He led a group of people to the side of the corpse.

The skinny, cold corpse of the old man sat upright on the chair, with his eyes closed, extremely stiff, the wrinkled skin was covered with corpse spots, and the number was more than before.

"Captain Yang, do you want to use coffin nails to nail this corpse first?" Fan Xing looked at the old man's corpse, and felt strongly uneasy at the thought of moving the corpse later.

"You can't use supernatural powers on this corpse at will, otherwise it will break the balance in his body and lead to recovery. All of us will have a dead end, even if it's me or Yang Jian."

When Zhao Yi heard this, his expression became extremely cold and swept across everyone present, he was warning.

"If anyone wants to think about this corpse, please tell me in advance, I don't want to be killed here for no reason."

"Is it so serious?" Zhou Deng was a little puzzled.

Even Yang Jian showed suspicion on his face, wondering if Zhao Yi was a little alarmist?
"Don't believe it, Yang Jian, you have also met Mr. Qin, this old man was born much earlier than Mr. Qin." Zhao Yi looked at the crowd and said.

In the supernatural circle, anyone with any ability knows that many things happened during the period of the Republic of China.

So Zhao Yi took Mr. Qin's age as an example, they naturally knew the seriousness of the matter.

Every ghost master who can live from the Republic of China to the present is not easy, and almost none of them are easy to solve.

Yang Jian was silent for a moment before speaking. "In that case, let's move directly."

Brother Qin and the others reached out and grabbed various parts of the corpse, trying to lift it up.

However, the old man's body sat motionless on the chair, and it was a little abnormally heavy.

"It's not because of lack of strength, but because there is an abnormality in the corpse itself." Brother Qin's face was ugly.

As ghost masters, although their bodies are poor, their strength is astonishing. Let alone a corpse, even a car can be easily lifted in front of them.

"Let me do it."

A tall black shadow stood up from behind Yang Jian. On the head of this black figure, there was a face that looked like blood smeared. The face was the same as Yang Jian's appearance, as if it was rubbed .

The ghost shadow touched the old man's body at this moment.

At this moment, the old man moved, supported by the ghost, and the arm of the corpse was slowly raised.

Zhao Yi watched Zhang Dong's body move, and looked at Yang Jian with a little fear.

Although the alien has no risk of revival of the ghost, it is only limited to the ghost that became the alien.

Yang Jian is actually a headless ghost, so he can use the headless ghost's ability at will.

And Zhao Yi is now Guimeng, so he only uses Guimeng's supernatural power, and he will never recover.

(End of this chapter)