The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 277 Carrying the Coffin
Time passed slowly.

At 04:30 in the morning.

A little bit of abnormality appeared in the ancient house.

"Crench!"

The door of the back hall did not know whether it was blown open by the wind, or pushed open by someone, making a movement.

At this slight movement, everyone opened their eyes instantly.

Even Zhou Deng, who was drunk and sleeping, woke up suddenly, turned over and sat up, his gaze became very sharp, without any sense of casualness or indulgence.

"The back door is open, which is a signal." Li Yang immediately looked at Yang Jian.

"It's time for the funeral." Zhou Deng stood up.

"Let's go." Zhao Yi also stood up with serious eyes.

This funeral is a good opportunity for him, a chance to fight against the seven elders.

Although this is just a clone of Meng Xiaodong after his death, don't forget that after Meng Xiaodong's death, he didn't decompose his supernatural being, and the rank of Seventh Elder is very scary.

And for Meng Xiaodong, the difference between the avatar and the main body is not that big, as long as she is a complete body, no matter when she comes out, her strength is the same.

Of course, the main body is relatively stronger, after all, the avatar has not yet fully invaded the reality.

Zhao Yi was very curious about what level the Seventh Elder was at. This time, with Yang Jian in his pocket, he could let go of his hands and feet without any worries.

Even if his own ghost revives or dies in the end, Yang Jian will have to use ghost shadows to invade Zhang Dong because of his desperate situation, and use the ability to restart to resurrect everyone.

"Li Yang, Brother Qin, Xiao Bin, the three of you carry the coffin, and Yang Xiaohua just needs to hold the balloon."

Zhao Yi said coldly: "Others are responsible for paying attention to the danger, and at the same time, they must also pay attention not to let the coffin fall to the ground after it is lifted."

The three of them came to the red coffin. They were all ghost masters, and their strength was different from ordinary people, so they lifted the coffin directly.

The coffin of this lipstick is surprisingly light.

It was so light that it seemed that there was no corpse in the coffin.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw a touch of surprise.

Facing others, he told the situation of the coffin.

"Do you want to open it and have a look?" Zhou Deng said.

"One more thing is worse than one less thing." Zhao Yi said.

"Once the old man comes out of the coffin, many people will die, don't, just bury him like this." Yang Jian rejected the proposal.

The red coffin has been moved before, but the last time it was moved, it was very heavy, even a bit heavier than expected, so they hesitated only when they felt that the coffin was very light.

A group of people came to the back hall.

The wooden door of the back hall was opened, the sky outside was dark and oppressive, and a path stained with yellow mud loomed in front of him, winding and winding, extending to the depths of the weird old forest.

The three carried the coffin out of the old house, while the other four guarded the surroundings.

The back door of this ancient house has been precisely calculated, just enough to accommodate a coffin, even if the coffin is ten centimeters wide, it cannot be moved out.

"Captain, the previous ghosts have all left the old house, which means that the old house is safe now, but this kind of safety is relative. Although the ghost is not in the old house, the red coffin is in the old house. We have no way to fight with him." The red coffin stays together, so we need to move this coffin out and bury it today."

"That's the meaning of the funeral. It's in line with the rules of survival set by the ancient house, but now we're carrying this red coffin to the old forest, it will be very dangerous." Li Yang said with serious eyes at the moment.

Yang Jiandao: "I know that the danger now is not in the old house, but in the red coffin, so I have been spending the past few hours in the old house, hoping to delay a little longer, so that everyone can rest and adjust their status , but conditions do not allow us to spend forever in the old house."

"On the fourth day, the corpse inside should be revived, but because of the ingenious design, it was delayed until the sixth day, so don't ink it here. Otherwise, it will be more dangerous later on." Zhao Yi said to several people.

"This analysis is very reasonable. I feel that everything here is well-arranged. Let us do things according to a certain procedure. Once we make a mistake, we will be wiped out." Zhou Deng nodded. He has experienced these days It is also very clear.

soon.

Everyone stayed away from the old house, and gradually walked into this strange old forest along the yellow mud path that had been deliberately cleared out.

Once you enter the old forest.

I felt a gloomy and cold breath coiling around, and the depths of the old forest seemed to be foggy, gloomy and dim, revealing an indescribable evil nature.

In this smog, neither Yang Jian's ghost eyes nor Zhao Yi's goggles made with a pair of ghost eyes have lost their effect.

Their vision was blocked, and they couldn't pass through the old trees and see everything in the old forest clearly.

Move on for a moment.

Everyone was completely submerged in this old forest, and the location of the ancient house could no longer be seen behind them, and their sight was completely blocked by the forest.

As a result, Lao Lin became more and more drowsy.

The surrounding trees seem to be swaying gradually.

There was no wind, but there was a rustling sound in the woods. It sounded like someone was shaking the tree trunk on purpose, and the frequency was very regular, one after another.

"Something's wrong." Zhou Deng frowned.

"Don't worry, you just continue to carry the coffin, and others will solve the problem." Zhao Yi glanced at the three people carrying the coffin in front of him.

Continue along this yellow mud path.

At this time, the exception finally appeared.

There was a tree across the road in front of the yellow mud path, and the tree fell to the ground as if it had been broken by the wind, blocking everyone's way.

"A tree fell?" Yang Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, then looked at the others with some doubts.

Zhou Deng walked along the path to look ahead. "There are ghosts running out from under the big tree, but it's normal for ghosts to revive occasionally in this old forest. Just keep an eye on it. Maybe the ghost has already left and is not around."

"Go ahead, the situation we have seen so far is still under control." Zhao Yi said coldly.

Everyone ignored the old tree blocking the way, crossed it directly, and continued to walk along the yellow mud path, but the mood on the road was a little bit heavy.

Because they were walking, they saw a special footprint.

This footprint is very large, and the footprints left by stepping on the yellow mud are very deep and very eye-catching.

Everyone walked here when the funeral was reported before, but at that time, no one among the crowd had such a big foot, nor did they weigh so much, and could leave such a deep footprint, so this footprint is not one of them, but a person. people who don't exist.

(End of this chapter)