Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 973 Day of Condolences

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under the dark sky.

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Next to the strange old house, there was a sparse sound, and everyone was digging into the soil along a black and strange old tree with lanterns, and it seemed that they had been digging for a while.

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A pit gradually appeared in front of him.

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The soil in the pit was also black, revealing a rancid smell, as if it had rotted and deteriorated after being mixed with some blood and water.

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This kind of soil is a bit familiar to Yangjian, like the burial soil of Fushou Garden in Dahai City.

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It is a mixture of mud and flesh, not as simple as ordinary mud.

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The soil is very loose and messy, and everyone can easily dig it with the simplest tools. When they dug down a distance of about one meter, a distorted corpse emerged. It was full of roots, as if the tree had grown from the nourishment of the corpse.

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The corpse is strange, and the tree grows very strangely.

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"The corpse in black, no." Zhou Deng glanced at it and immediately shook his head.

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"Fill in the soil." Yang Jian said.

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Others felt very disappointed, so they could only keep busy again, filling in the soil they had finally dug out.

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This process can only be done manually.

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Because there is supernatural power in this old forest, Yang Jian's ghost realm cannot be affected. Otherwise, he can directly use ghost eyes to peep at the situation under the soil, and even transfer the corpse directly.

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it is a pity.

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He can't do it.

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Naturally, other people can't do it, so they can only use the most clumsy and inefficient method to dig tree by tree.

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What can be dug up, no one knows what is dug up, and there is no bottom in their hearts.

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Due to the white lanterns, there was no way for everyone to be too far apart. At most, they could only ensure that two trees were dug at the same time. If they were farther away, they would be attacked by nearby ghosts.

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Although it is safe now, everyone has not forgotten, and the Specter is lingering around.

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"It's here." Suddenly, Li Yang next to him said.

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They are digging another tree.

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Under the soil, half of the corners of the white clothes were exposed. Although they were full of filth, they could still be clearly distinguished.

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It's just that this piece of clothing is very damaged, and it rots into holes, as if it will oxidize and shatter at any time. No one knows how long the clothing has been buried under the old tree.

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"It's really just like what Zhou Deng said, with white clothes." Fan Xing looked a little surprised.

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He didn't believe it before, but now that the evidence is in front of him, he has no choice but to believe it.

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Continue to dig the soil next to it.

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Only then did everyone see clearly what was under the soil.

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A rotten and blackened corpse, without flesh and blood, only the skeleton remains. It is not clear whether it is a male or a female. It is not dressed in white clothes, but wrapped in a white cloth, like a shroud, but now This white shroud rotted a lot, or something changed after it was buried.

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The corpse came out of the Shroud.

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Yang Jian immediately stretched out the cracked spear, and used the coffin nails to directly pick up the white shroud.

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It went very smoothly, and there were no abnormalities or changes.

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"Take it out, a tattered white shroud?" Zhou Deng looked at it and recognized it at a glance, looking very experienced.

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After Yang Jian stretched out his hand and took it off, he shook it lightly, shaking out the soil, and a tattered white cloth appeared.

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"It's like a tablecloth, something like a shroud." The eagle glanced at it and said, "Look at this piece of cloth is square, very similar to a table."

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"Is this thing really useful? It's hard to believe." Li Yang became suspicious.

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Yang Jian said, "Who knows, let's keep looking. There are a lot of us. It's a little difficult to find enough mourning clothes for each of us in the remaining time."

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"Be prepared, let's look for it first." Fan Xing nodded.

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Everyone started to act again, digging along the old trees next to the old house.

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The probability of white mourning clothes is really low.

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It's even a little small. During the excavation, everyone found a lot of strange corpses. Some of these corpses were highly decomposed, some only had white bones, and some were weird and terrifying. They were still fresh, and their skin was pale and bloodless. Besides, it's not even stiff yet.

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But when you find this kind of corpse, you tacitly stop and immediately bury it, and don't dare to continue to mess around.

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The trees here seem to be at least a few decades old. After so many years, the corpse has not rotted, and it is still fresh. One can imagine the reason. I am afraid that it is not a corpse, but a sleeping ghost. If there is chaos like this, there is no doubt what kind of danger will happen if the ghost wakes up.

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In addition, they also dug up some mutilated things.

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For example, a half-dead head, when the soil was dug up, the head had its eyes wide open, grayish-white, dull, and there was no sign of decay either.

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There are even two corpses buried in some pits. The two corpses are highly decomposed, but the corpses are connected to each other, like conjoined babies, but they are not the size of babies, but adults. The body shape, the conjoined corpses, one corpse has a strange and ferocious appearance, and the other corpse is painfully distorted.

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It was as if a ghost was invading the body of a living person.

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Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately buried the soil and did not continue digging.

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As time passed, everyone's heart began to become a little anxious, because the mourning clothes in their hands were not enough, far from enough.

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Yang Jian, Li Yang, Da Qiang, Eagle, Yang Xiaohua, Fan Xing, Zhou Deng, and an unfamiliar ghost rider, there were eight people in total, and they had to find at least eight mourning clothes in order to cope with tomorrow's problems smoothly. Condolences.

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If there is no way to get the mourning clothes together by twelve o'clock, then someone will definitely face danger because of the lack of this thing.

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"Only three pieces were found, and there is still an hour left. I'm afraid it will be difficult to do this." Eagle frowned, and he looked at Yang Jian.

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This is a hidden danger.

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Once it's done, there will be a lot of fighting because of the uneven distribution of the spoils. Even if you don't do it, there will be many conflicts later.

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Yang Jian didn't speak, and one of his ghost eyes turned restlessly: "Continue to dig, find as many as you can find, and the rest depends on the situation."

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Everyone said nothing at the moment and continued to work.

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At 11:30, luck seemed to come back a little, and everyone dug up another mourning dress, but I don't know if it counted, because the white mourning dress was wrapped with a dead baby, and the dead baby seemed to be still alive. Unformed, connected to the umbilical cord, as if it had just been taken out of the stomach.

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But what makes people terrified is that the weird baby's belly is still up and down, like breathing, and like sleeping.

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Yang Jian looked at it, pondered for a while, and took the mourning suit away, because he only had four pieces in his hand, which was still not enough, although this unformed baby looked terrifying, even in a better state than other corpses. It's all good, but at this juncture, I don't care whether I will provoke these supernatural things.

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If you can't live tomorrow, everything is in vain.

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The time has come to eleven fifty in the evening.

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At this time, everyone started to stop, because there was not enough time left to dig a tree.

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"This is the end, it seems that we can only find so much, the rest is really no way, this thing is too tricky, we dug all the way from there, take turns to rest, take turns to work, basically there is no six hours. Intermittent." Eagle panted, very tired.

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The tools in hand are not good either, otherwise the efficiency will be faster.

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Yang Jian didn't rest for a moment. He used ghost shadows to dig. The speed was very fast, but no matter how fast he was, it limited the range of the white lantern.

"It felt like everything was calculated. We only found four mourning clothes because we had a lantern. There are eight of us here, and there are two lanterns. If we carry two lanterns, maybe we can find them just right. Eight pieces for all our needs."

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Zhou Deng thought a little.

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"It's not your fault. I lost a lantern. What do you mean by saying this now?" Fan Xing complained.

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"What should I do now, there are only four pieces, and half of the people can't share it. Is it difficult for the other half to die?"

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As soon as these words came out, everyone else's expressions changed.

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The most disturbing thing is Yang Xiaohua. She is an ordinary person. If half of the people are to be eliminated, it is inevitable.

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"I don't have to, I have the music box that Yang Jian gave me in my mind, and I won't necessarily be killed." Eagle said, he voluntarily gave up a place.

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Because he also knows that the curse of the music box will definitely die in a few days, so he doesn't want to argue at this time, it's pointless.

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After there was no hope of surviving, he saw a lot.

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The reason why she is still working so hard is to try to get out of here alive to see her child, live a normal life for a few more days, and say goodbye to this world.

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"Now is not the time to discuss this, the changes on the fourth day have begun..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his head slightly to look in the air.

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"Woo! Woo!"

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night.

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got windy.

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The cold wind blew the treetops of the old forest, swaying the entire forest, making a whining sound, as if something was crying in the woods. It was similar to the mourning sound that appeared on the first day, but it was more real. , more clear, not that kind of vague feeling.

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"boom!"

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next moment.

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A strange old tree was blown by the wind and lost its balance and fell directly to the ground.

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"Ok?"

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Everyone looked at it, and their eyes narrowed suddenly.

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"That tree was the first tree we dug before..."

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The words are not finished yet.

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The second tree arrived, and it was the second tree that everyone dug up.

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Immediately after the third tree, the fourth tree, the fifth tree... One tree after another was blown to the ground by the wind, and those old trees were undoubtedly Yangjian they dug before. Driven, it's the same whether they move the corpse under the tree or not.

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"We clearly didn't move the root when we were digging, so we avoided it carefully." Yang Xiaohua trembled slightly at this moment.

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Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "Spiritual imbalance, that's all, it's completely unreasonable, even if you just dig up the soil, the body doesn't touch, maybe some kind of balance has been broken, this fourth day of condolence is very dangerous. Yes, according to the previous judgment, the ancient house should be more dangerous every day until the arrival of the first seven."

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"There are still five minutes to twelve o'clock." Eagle looked at the time and said immediately.

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The trees are still falling, without one exception.

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The six previously dug holes seemed to be a deadly signal, and now the danger is being released, even by their own hands.

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"You can't blame me now. Everyone has done it just now. By the way, I don't want to be mourned tomorrow. I'll just treat it as my compensation for everyone. It's interesting enough now." Zhou Deng was afraid at this time. Being pointed at by everyone, he hurriedly cleared the responsibility.

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Even withdrew from the distribution of mourning clothes.

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The exit of him and the previous Eagles made others feel a lot more relaxed.

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Because the probability of surviving is higher.

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"Wow..."

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Another row of trees fell, and at this time the cry of a baby echoed in the old forest.

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Hearing this cry, everyone immediately thought of the weird baby that had not yet formed. The baby was asleep before, but now it seems to be awake...

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"The baby is awake, you are familiar with Yang Jian, you have experience in dealing with ghost babies, then it will be up to you." Zhou Deng said immediately.

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Yang Jian's eyes sank: "Don't waste time, go back to the old house, you can't stay outside, the funeral report on the third day is over."

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"Hurry up." Everyone didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned around and rushed towards the ancient house.

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The gloomy wind continued to blow on the road.

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The pale light emanating from the lantern in Yang Jian's hand was also shaking, as if it had been affected, giving the illusion that it would be extinguished at any time.

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Fortunately, everyone was not far from the old house, and they had reserved time in their hearts.

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soon.

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Everyone entered the ancient house again, and went straight to the lobby. This time, they had experience, and everyone remembered to close the door.

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"Time." Yang Jian asked.

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"It's eleven fifty-nine." Eagle said.

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately began to distribute mourning clothes. He directly threw one to Li Yang, then one to Da Qiang, and the other to Fan Xing.

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Although I am very dissatisfied with that guy, at this juncture, I can no longer act with emotion, because he is a useful existence.

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"Then, what about me?" Yang Xiaohua's voice was trembling, she looked at Yang Jian.

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Yang Jian still has one in his hand, but it is owned by him by default, because it is impossible for anyone to fight with Yang Jian.

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Yang Jian didn't say anything, just looked at Zhou Deng: "As compensation, take out a piece of yellow paper for her to use, and let the past go by."

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Zhou Deng's eyes moved, he knew that Yang Jian still had one in his hand, but he didn't ask why Yang Jian didn't take it out and use it, he just nodded: "I'm not responsible for anything that goes wrong."

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"You don't need to be responsible." Yang Jian said.

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"it is good."

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Zhou Deng took out a piece of yellow paper and walked towards Yang Xiaohua.

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The people assigned to mourning began to wear them immediately.

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Meanwhile, it was twelve o'clock.

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A cold wind poured in from the patio not far from the lobby, and invaded the ancient house in an instant. .

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The wind blew out the lantern.

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The pale light also disappeared~www.readwn.com~ Sure enough, this lantern was useless on the fourth day. Like the incense before, it was something that saved your life in front of you, but in the next few days, these lanterns were useless. The life-saving effect will disappear. "Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

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He has realized this, so he doesn't feel pity.

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He casually threw the lantern aside.

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Yang Jian immediately put on his mourning clothes.

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"Bang! Bang!"

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Sudden.

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Two loud noises came, and the door of the ancient house was pushed open by something, making two loud noises.

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Immediately afterwards, they heard hurried footsteps intruding from the outside of the ancient house.

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"The ghost is here."

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The faces of everyone changed greatly.

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Although I knew the condolences on the fourth day were dangerous, I didn't expect it to be so direct.

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The ghost forest was out of control, and the ghost directly invaded the ancient house.

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The door can't be blocked.

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On the first day, ghosts only dared to knock on the door, even if the door was open, they would not dare to set foot here.

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It's only the fourth day, and I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.

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(End of this chapter)

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