Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

The old house was very lively, and even a dispute broke out in this short period of time.

But at this moment, outside the ancient house.

One person was wandering around, holding a white lantern in his hand, with a large black character "Dian" written on it, and a stick of incense in the other hand.

The incense was burning, exuding a strange fragrance that lingered.

The white lantern radiated light in the dim environment, a pale white light, very weird, but it could illuminate the road ahead.

"If I don't take it, I won't be so? You don't know if I take it secretly."

Zhou Deng secretly said in his heart: "I am very interesting, I left a copy of everything for you."

He didn't want to stay in the old house anymore, because the old house was dangerous and there was no way to find the treasure.

So when the next night came, Zhou Deng secretly took a stick of incense and a white lantern at the door.

Holding the lantern, he didn't try to leave the old house, but just wandered around.

"There is no way to leave this place without a supernatural bus."

Zhou Deng entered the old forest along a winding path.

This road is the path to the back door of the ancient house and the road leading to the gate is not the same.

"The former owner of the ancient house built a road here to make it easier to leave one day. Maybe you can find a way to leave here by walking along this road. If it doesn't work, you may find the treasure buried by the owner of the ancient house."

Zhou Deng's eyeballs rolled, and he was paying some strange attention again.

Gradually.

He followed this path deep into the old forest.

This road is very strange, it is paved with yellow soil, there is not a single weed growing on it, and the soil is very new, as if it was repaired a few days ago, there was not even such a road before.

"All the trees along the way have been felled."

Zhou Deng found that there were tree stumps in the middle of the road.

It is conceivable that in order to build this yellow mud road, a considerable price was spent.

Carrying a white lantern, walking deeper and deeper, and the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

soon.

The nearby woods were all shrouded in darkness, leaving only a vague outline, and there was only a yellow mud road looking forward, as if there was no end.

"An endless spiritual guide? Do you want to turn around and go back?"

Zhou Deng frowned, thinking about this question.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and gave up.

He chose to continue walking, because it may not be safe to turn back and enter the old house. There are dangers everywhere in this ghostly place, and maybe the outside is better.

He didn't know how long he had walked, and he couldn't count the time.

All he knew was that the old trees around the yellow mud road gradually became thinner, and then he came to an open place.

This open area presents a circular shape, covered with yellow soil, surrounded by dense old forests, and no other trails have been found.

The end has come.

In this open space, Zhou Deng saw several graves.

The old and the new are different, some seem to be many years old, and some are even newly buried. There are tombstones in front of these graves, with names and portraits on them, and some offerings are placed in front of the tombstones, which are in a blue and white porcelain bowl. white rice.

The rice was hard, as if it was not cooked.

Zhou Deng came to an earthen grave with a lantern, and he took the lantern to illuminate it.

The pale lantern light dispelled the darkness, revealing a portrait.

On the portrait is a strange man, he doesn't look like the current person, he seems to have been dead for many years, because the clothes he wore when the photo was taken are very old-fashioned, but he looks very young and quite handsome.

"He looks so handsome and dies here."

Zhou Deng looked down at the bowl of white rice in front of the tombstone.

He put the lantern aside, and stretched out a hand to get it.

However, as Zhou Deng bent down, the eyes of the man on the tombstone turned strangely, and he also followed his hand to look down.

"Crack~!"

Zhou Deng suddenly withdrew his hand and slapped himself.

"Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you know it's dangerous and you're still picking things up. What if you get cursed and you're caught by ghosts?"

He actually dismissed this idea and picked up the lantern again, not touching the bowl of white rice in front of the grave.

now.

The man in the portrait on the tombstone slowly looked back, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

Zhou Deng continued to wander, and he came to the second grave.

In front of the second grave is a very beautiful woman with waist-length hair and a smile, wearing a cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, it is impossible to tell what color the cheongsam is.

There is also a bowl of white rice in front of the grave.

It's just that this bowl of rice seems to be less than the one in front of the grave, and it seems to have been eaten.

"It swelled so beautifully that it died. It's a pity. That cheongsam seems to be pretty good. I don't know if it was buried in the grave."

Zhou Deng thought so.

Then he slapped himself again: "Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you can't do this. Is it appropriate for someone so beautiful to dig someone else's grave and want to take off the clothes of the dead?"

It is a pity that Zhou Deng left.

He then walked around the other graves.

However, nothing special was found, only a rusty shovel standing in front of an open space.

Zhou Deng picked it up and tried it, but it was a pity that it was not a supernatural thing, it was just a very ordinary thing, which disappointed him greatly.

"Go back, go back and find nothing, what a waste of time."

While Zhou Deng was complaining, but before he left, without knowing why, he came to the second grave of the woman by accident, and planted the stick of incense on the grave.

"I think you are the most pleasing to the eye. It is not in vain for me to come here."

He couldn't see anything special about this incense, and it seemed that it would burn out in a short time, and it was useless to keep it in his hands, so he simply discarded it. He was not interested in this kind of consumable, and it was better than the lantern in his hand. it works.

Holding the white lantern, Zhou Deng went back the same way.

But it wasn't long before he left here.

The stick of incense standing on the grave is burning rapidly, and the speed is very fast, and the incense ash is falling down, and the strange thing is that the burning smoke is not floating upward, but is floating downward, sinking into the In that old grave.

The smile on the portrait of the woman on the tombstone in front of the grave seems to have changed, and the smile has become wider.

After that, the portrait gradually faded, the color became lighter, and finally the portrait disappeared, leaving only a blank space on the tombstone.

next moment.

The old grave suddenly sank and collapsed.

An extremely white hand with red nails suddenly appeared. That hand was placed on the tombstone, and with a slight movement, it pushed down the tombstone and buried it in the sunken old grave.

Turn around.

A strange woman with a graceful figure and waist-length hair in a red cheongsam appeared in the open space.

This woman exudes a kind of fragrance, which is like the smell of the burning incense before, and it seems to have a different kind of smell.

However, this woman did not have that rotten, lifeless feeling.

"crash"

The wind picked up in the nearby old forest, and the trees swayed and rattled.

"Heck, heck."

The woman let out a laugh.

The laughter echoed, with accents.

The swaying old tree immediately regained its calm, the woman left, and she walked along the yellow mud road towards the direction of the old house.

Under the red cheongsam is a pair of red high-heeled shoes, as bright as blood, and there is an embroidered handkerchief hanging around the waist. It is weird and elegant.

"What time is it now?"

"It's 03:30 in the morning."

In the back hall of the old house, everyone has been guarding the red coffin for several hours. Ever since Yang Jian used a hatchet to dismember an unknown ghost, the darkness in the old house has receded to the left and right sides. In the corridor.

And the darkness did not strike again for several hours.

This shows that the dismembered ghost has not recovered.

Or.The ghost was scattered and the puzzle piece was not found, so the supernatural power was greatly reduced, and now it can no longer have a greater impact on this ancient house.

The old radio still remains on the lobby floor.

Although there was a rustling sound, but no signal was received, and no strange words came out.

Within the first few disappearances of the vigil, the first wave of ghosts' attack was finally resisted.

Although it was dangerous, he didn't endure the loss. This was a good thing, but this kind of confrontation almost consumed the price of the stick of incense in front of the coffin.

And the remaining one stick of incense needs to be used for five days.

Obviously, this will not last until then, Yang Jian believes that the last stick of incense will soon be exhausted.

"We should be able to survive tonight. It seems that the ancient house has returned to calm, and the ghost has temporarily receded. It's just that we don't know what to do on the third day? Now, while we have time, let's discuss it."

After seeing the situation stabilized, the Eagles began to stir up topics.

Discuss what should be done next.

There is nothing wrong with this idea. Be prepared for danger in times of peace. If you make a decision first, you won't panic when the time comes.

"The first day is the coffin, the second day is the vigil, and the third day is the mourning?"

Li Yang said with some uncertainty.

"It should not be so fast. If it is a normal funeral, the funeral should be reported. The first day of the week of death is the coffin. After a night's watch, the funeral should be reported the next day, and the notice should be issued. Then the condolences should be issued on the fourth day. The relatives and friends who received the news of the death Friends come to pay homage to the dead and pay their respects to the remains."

Wang Feng said.

"There is still a process of reporting the funeral? Logically speaking, shouldn't the reporting of the funeral be done on the first day?"

someone asked.

"In a traditional funeral, can you report the funeral on the first day? In the past, when a person died, there was no mobile phone or communication equipment. When the person died suddenly, he was enshrined in the coffin on the first day, and then the family kept vigil, and then the funeral was reported."

Wang Feng said with certainty.

Because he has been thinking about the funeral process all this time.

"If it's a funeral report, what should I do? Could it be that I stood in the old house and shouted that someone died here?"

Wang Feng said: "That definitely can't be done. Reporting the funeral should just send out a signal, but I don't have a clue how to do it."

"Listen first, there is movement outside."

Suddenly, Yang Jian waved his hand, and he looked at the position of the back door.

There was a wooden door half closed at the back door, through the crack of the wooden door he could vaguely see a pale light flickering in the distance, and it was slowly approaching here, and after a certain distance, he was sure that it was a person, Carrying a white lantern, he walked along the path from the old forest.

"It's not like a ghost, but like Zhou Deng who disappeared before. Yes, that's right, it's Zhou Deng."

Someone saw it too, and immediately gritted their teeth.

"Is this guy still alive?"

Fan Xing was also very surprised.

Before, the old house was shrouded in darkness and danger came. Except for the safe location of the back hall, other places were extremely dangerous.

Even if Zhou Deng nominated the captain, there is no way to survive in this environment!
creak!

The back door was pushed open.

Zhou Deng walked into the back door with his feet covered in yellow mud. He was a little surprised and said, "I just saw someone inside, so I came here to take a look. I didn't expect you all to be here. What happened just now?"

"Where have you been?"

Yang Jian sized it up and asked.

"Of course I went around here to see if there was any danger."

Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jian said: "The result?"

Zhou Deng said: "This place is really not simple. There are several old graves in the forest. I saw something wrong. I left a stick of incense and left."

"Did you take the lantern from the front door?"

Yang Jian looked at the familiar lantern.

not far.

Sun Xing's complexion had sunk to the bottom.

He never expected that Zhou Deng would still be stupid even after he specifically warned him. Not only was he stupid, but he also dragged down everyone here.

Originally, he thought that if he reminded the other party, at least it would be effective, right?
Now it seems that human nature is hard to change, and history sometimes does not change because of individuals.

"It's dark outside, so it shouldn't be a problem to light it with a lantern."

Zhou Deng said: "I searched for other places on purpose before, and found that there is no way to leave here. The only place I can stay is this ancient house. Now I plan to go to the front again."

Fan Xing immediately said: "Don't mess around with Zhou Deng, this place is not as simple as you think, the old house is the only safe place, but if you mess around and break the balance, we will all be killed. You shouldn't take that incense, is the incense here very special, it has strange effects, it is very important to us."

"I didn't find anything special about that incense."

Zhou Deng frowned.

Are you taking me for a child?

"Hey, everyone, can everyone stop discussing the issue of that incense stick now, I wonder if Zhou Deng came in by himself just now?"

suddenly.

Someone immediately reminded him, and then he pointed to the footprints on the ground.

Everyone looks.

At the position of the back door, there is a mess of footprints, and they are of different sizes, which seem to be hovering next to the front door.

At this moment, the motionless rear door was automatically swaying back and forth without any wind.

The atmosphere in the ancient house froze for a moment, and a chill enveloped everyone. (end of this chapter)