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Chapter 1142 The Resurrected Portrait (asking for subscription, asking for collection, asking for monthly ticket, asking for recommendation ticket)

Everything seems to be just as Su Yuan described in his heart before.

He set up a mourning hall for himself and prepared his own funeral.

It is difficult for Yang Jian to understand Su Yuan's mentality in doing this, but his accident undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble outside. Up to now, the three cities have been covered by his treacherous domain, and no one knows what's going on inside. how.

I just hope that he can leave enough things to play a role in solving it.

Yang Jian thought so in his heart, and then stepped into the mourning hall.

There were some paper money scattered on the ground, and the mourning hall was actually not that big, but apart from these arrangements, there was nothing else.

It seems that this is really just a mourning hall.

Su Yuan in the black and white posthumous photo seems to be staring at you with an inexplicable strangeness.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

No matter who's posthumous photo is taken, it will have this effect.

Few people use color photos as their posthumous photos. After all, this has been handed down from ancient times to the present. Everyone takes black and white posthumous photos of the deceased, and the unwritten rules have been passed down like this.

Yang Jian first went to have a look at the coffin. It was a black coffin, also known as a black coffin.

It is very in line with the practice of the older generation in the folk, that people who die suddenly use black coffins.

According to folk customs, the colors of coffins are divided into five types: red, white, black and gold.

There are strict rules here.

For example, an old man who is dying is a happy mourner, so a red coffin is used;

Black coffins are used for those who died in a row or on the battlefield, because black belongs to the profound water, which can suppress evil spirits;

Because poor people cannot afford coffins, most of them use straw mats to wrap their bodies or just take a few wooden boards to make simple coffins, and these happen to be yellow, so the poor people use yellow coffins;

The golden coffin is naturally worthy of the nobles and nobles;
As for the last type of white coffin, it is special.

It is only used by unmarried women and unmarried men.

In the mourning hall, Su Yuan chose to use a black coffin, which meant that he knew that an accident would happen to him long ago.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and lifted the board of Su Yuan's coffin.

Not surprisingly, the inside was empty, there was nothing there, not even a way to put a piece of clothing as a tomb, this coffin was purely a decoration.

Although there was no corpse in the coffin, there was also a piece of paper.

The moment Yang Jian saw this piece of paper, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

The scene that happened just now can be said to be still fresh in his memory. If there were no vicious dogs, then it would be quite appropriate for him to lie in this coffin.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Jian picked up the paper and opened it.

This time, there was no further messing around, it was just a very ordinary piece of paper with normal fonts written on it.

[When you see my message, it means you have come to my mourning hall. For the sake of our good relationship, burn some paper money, burn incense, kowtow to me, and call me A few times of grandpa, let me feel the joy of the family and the feeling of being full of children and grandchildren, can't it be too much? 】

boring.

Yang Jian crumpled the paper expressionlessly, then looked at the incense burner on the table.

The censer in front of the posthumous photo is very small, with three sticks of incense stuck in it, but the incense was not lit, it was just stuck there, and I don’t know how long it was there.
This kind of arrangement reminded Yang Jian that there were also three pillars of strange incense when delivering letters in the ancient house.

This thing actually seems to be the same as the incense in front of the coffin in the ancient house.

If it is lit in front of the grave, it can awaken the memory of the past, but it can only exist for a stick of incense.

It is a supernatural item made during the Republic of China.

The only difference is that this thing is produced by the system, and the effect is a little different.

Yang Jian didn't know this, but he was able to speculate on some situations.

Maybe if these three sticks of incense are lit, there will be unknown changes.

With this thought in mind, Yang Jian thought for a while, went around the villa again, found a lighter, and then quickly went back to the mourning hall underground to light the three sticks of incense.

Soon, the incense was lit.

A strange fragrance radiated out, and the faint smoke was lingering, condensed and lingering, floating in the mourning hall.

And when the smoke drifted over the spiritual tablet, a strange scene happened.

A vague figure actually appeared through the smoke, which looked exactly like the person in the posthumous photo.

"call!"

suddenly.

In front of the black coffin, a gust of cold wind blew, and the scattered paper money on the ground also flew up with the wind, and began to burn strangely, and suddenly there was a strong smell of paper ashes in the air.

At the same time, the smoke from the lit stick of incense was not blown away by the wind, but burrowed into the photo in an unreasonable way.

At first glance, it looks like something in the posthumous photo is sucking the smoke.

Supernatural phenomena happened frequently, but Yang Jian just watched all these with cold eyes, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. He just stared at the posthumous photo, as if waiting for a certain result to appear.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

After a while, he felt that the eyelids of the characters in the posthumous photos seemed to move.

And the pitch-black coffin trembled slightly suddenly.

An incomprehensible supernatural force is disturbing everything around.

Yang Jian still didn't respond, just watched quietly.

Seeing that the incense stick was burning rapidly, the white paper flying around the coffin burned less and less, and finally even the paper ashes disappeared quickly.

As these things happened, the shaking in the dark coffin became bigger and bigger.

It seemed that something happened to the coffin.

He didn't wait for too long, and soon, Yang Jian saw clearly that Su Yuan in the posthumous photo actually moved.

I moved my neck, as if I felt that I had been in the photo for too long, and I stretched myself.

This kind of behavior is no different from that of a living person, but in the posthumous photos, it looks as weird as possible.

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid it would frighten the living.

Soon, Su Yuan in the posthumous photo seemed to have discovered Yang Jian who was staring at him in the mourning hall, and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, you're here, did you call me grandpa! Kowtow a few times by the way."

Yang Jian: "."

Yang Jian ignored Su Yuan's coquettish behavior, but directly said: "You know you will die?"

However, when he said this question, he found that Su Yuan looked at him with a strange expression.

"Can you live forever?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of life. Who wouldn't die? Isn't the ghost master also going to die? Otherwise, why would those old guys have to prepare for their own funerals?"

(End of this chapter)