Mysterious Recovery

"Captain, how is the situation outside?"

Once back to the room.

Li Yang couldn't wait to ask, although he heard some movement outside, the information he could get was limited after all.

"There are signs of ghosts beginning to appear outside the ancient house. I went out and closed the door by the way. That's it." Yang Jian said briefly.

"Someone died just now?"

Yang Xiaohua on the side raised her head slightly, her bloodshot eyes with a bit of anxiety.

Yang Jian glanced at it and said, "I have killed a ghost wielder who is not restless. These people want to unite and let me use the coffin nails to weaken my strength. No one wants me to hold such a magical piece in my hand. thing."

"Indeed, the information about the coffin nails was leaked out last time, and many people knew about it. If they hadn't killed a group of people last time, it is estimated that ghost riders would come to Dachang City to make ideas." Li Yang said.

In the spiritual circle, everyone knew that Yang Jian had a coffin nail that could nail a ghost.

No matter who it is, as long as he gets the coffin nail, he has the capital to contend with any ghost.

If it weren't for this thing in Yang Jian's hands, no one would dare to make an idea, otherwise trouble would have been born early.

"There should be no particularly dangerous things happening today, but I have a hunch that as the number of days we stay here increases, the old house will become more and more dangerous." Yang Jian said.

"Take a good rest and develop your energy and strength. I don't think there will be a chance to sleep in the next few days."

After he finished speaking, he found a place and closed his eyes.

Yang Jian didn't sleep, he was still alert to the movement outside the door, listening to every move around him.

soon.

The other people in the lobby dispersed, hiding in various places in the ancient house.

Everything was calm again.

There was no more rushing door clacking from outside the old house. It seemed that everything was better after closing the door.

However, as time passed a little bit.

It was about three o'clock in the morning.

There was some movement outside the old house. It was the sound of the wind blowing at night and the rustling of the woods.

The wind is getting bigger and bigger.

There are all kinds of noises made by the wind blowing through the cracks in the building everywhere in the ancient house. This sound is very strange, like someone is crying, and it is everywhere, and it is impossible to tell where the sound comes from.

The whining wind turned into weird crying unconsciously.

This change is gradual, so that people do not respond at first, unconsciously have accepted this incomprehensible change.

"The whole old house is crying?"

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes at this moment. He can now be sure that it is windy outside, but crying inside the ancient house. This sound is a bit like that of Tong Qian’s grimace, just the cry of the ancient house. Many times, not just one cry, but a dozen or even a dozen people's crying mixed together.

"It's just like crying..."

do not know why.

This situation reminds Yang Jian of the scene of a funeral.

When a person enters the mortuary on the first day after death, the family members of the deceased need to cry in mourning to express their grief.

Right now, not long after the old man's corpse in the ancient house died, there was such a weird cry on the first night. Isn't it exactly the same as crying?

"Seven days... for the first seven days, the corpse was not in the first day, the door knocked at night, and wept in mourning."

Yang Jian was sitting still, his eyes flickering slightly, he connected these information together in his mind, trying to figure out something.

He now believes that what happened in the ancient house is related.

It is running according to a certain kind of already arranged everything, and it is not the kind that can be found without a trace. If the next changes in the ancient house can be judged in advance, it may be possible to reduce a lot of danger.

"If these are all carried out according to the funeral procedure, the most important thing on the first day is to enter the coffin, and move the old man’s corpse to the coffin. If nothing is done, there is no corpse in the coffin, and the incarceration has not been completed. , Then who will the whole ancient house cry for?"

When Yang Jian thought of this, he was inexplicably surprised, and a strong sense of crisis surged.

Because now the old man’s body is still left in the lobby without asking, no one dares to approach it. If this continues, he will definitely fail in the funeral today. At that time, everyone will have to bear the consequences of the failure in the funeral.

Look at the time again.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning.

At first, the strange sound in the ancient house was just a whine of wind, but after it turned into a cry, it lasted for a while, and at this moment there was a new change.

Those crying sounds are changing positions...

A familiar and weird cry was in the front yard of the ancient house. After Yang Jian locked the sound, he found that the sound was moving and moved to the location of the patio.

There were other sounds that were originally on the roof, but now they seem to have fallen from the roof, crying in the middle of the lobby.

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

Even, what made the room feel horrified was that a cry moved to the door of the room.

There seemed to be someone standing outside the door and crying.

But when you listen carefully, you find that the crying sound is like a really cold wind blowing, and it makes a whining sound, and everything seems to be less scary.

Fortunately.

This kind of crying is not fatal, it is not Tong Qian's kind of grimace cry, so the people in the room are still safe for the time being.

But the outside of the room was so "lively". Under this circumstance, no one could still feel sleepy. All eyes were wide open, staring outside with a little frightened mood.

Although separated by the door and the wall, they couldn't see the situation outside.

But this crying close at hand made people have to be vigilant.

"Judging from the supernatural phenomenon, all of this is a sign of gradual loss of control. My previous inference may be yes. The enshrinement must be completed."

After Yang Jian realized this, he made up his mind.

He stood up again.

The others looked at him again, with a slightly surprised expression.

"It would be very dangerous to go out at this time." The eagle said in a deep voice, "there is all the weird crying outside. I suggest you wait until the crying subsides."

Yang Jian didn't answer him, just glanced at Li Yang.

Still the old rules.

When he is not there, Li Yang is responsible for guarding the door, ensuring that there is a safe place to hide in the ancient house, and that he can retreat at any time.

Li Yang didn't say a word, but just nodded.

Yang Jian immediately opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he opened the door, the crying outside stopped abruptly, and suddenly turned into scattered wind echoes. There were no ghosts outside, and nothing else. It seemed that the crying inside the ancient house was too stressful. The auditory hallucinations made people feel suspicious, but in fact it was just the most common wind.

Yang Jian quickly came to the lobby.

The crying in the lobby also disappeared, as if Yang Jian's appearance disturbed the crying nearby, and everything returned to normal.

But only the cry of Yang Jian's surroundings has been changed. In other corners, the depths of the ancient house still echoed.

"The body is still there."

Yang Jian stared at the old man's corpse on the black grandmaster's chair, but he didn't feel so nervous. What he was most worried about just now was the bizarre disappearance of the corpse.

Immediately walked over.

He came to the side of the corpse.

The skinny, icy old corpse was sitting upright on the chair, eyes closed, extremely stiff, the wrinkled skin was covered with corpses, and the number was more than before.

The body seemed to be decomposing.

Yang Jian wanted to use the coffin nails, so he nailed the corpse first, but he gave up after thinking about it.

This corpse may be the key to maintaining the balance of this ancient house.

If the coffin nails the corpse, once the corpse loses all its spiritual power, the balance in the ancient house may be broken.

In the face of supernatural events, as long as the situation has not deteriorated right now, don't do unnecessary actions.

Yang Jian had done things that were self-defeating before and had experience in this area.

So he didn't even use the ghost hand now, he reached out and grabbed the corpse's arm, trying to lift it up.

With Yang Jian's current strength, let alone a dead body, he can easily lift even ten bodies.

However, the old man's corpse sat motionless on the chair, a little abnormally heavy.

"This is not because of insufficient power, but because the corpse itself is abnormal." Yang Jian did not use brute force anymore, he knew that it was useless to rely solely on strength.

He had no choice but to use ghosts.

The tall black shadow stood up from behind Yang Jian, and at the head of the black figure, there was a human face smeared with blood. The face and Yang Jian's appearance were the same, as if it were rubbed up. .

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

At this moment the old man moved.

Supported by the ghost, the arm of the corpse slowly raised.

"The complete ghost image is still very useful." Yang Jian had a strange feeling at this moment.

This feels like I have changed my body.

The mere contact gave Yang Jian an urge to abandon his original body and invade the old man's corpse.

This is the emergence of ghost characteristics.

Compared with Yang Jian's body, the corpse of this strange old man is more in line with the needs of ghosts.

Because the ghost’s instinct is to constantly change the body like a jigsaw puzzle, until the body of a ghost is pieced together, so the closer to the body of the ghost, the more suitable for the ghost.

At this moment, with ghost eyes and ghost hands on Yang Jian's body, he couldn't make the ghost feel stable, but felt that the old man's corpse was better.

This can only prove one point.

The old man's corpse was more terrifying than imagined.

"Hurry up and don't let the ghost touch this dead body for too long, otherwise I will be affected by the ghost's instinct." Although Yang Jian's consciousness occupies an absolute dominant position at this moment, he also inherits the characteristics of ghosts.

This is like human desire, which cannot be erased.

At the right time and at the right opportunity, this instinct will emerge. The safest way is to stay sensible and not to obey the characteristics of this ghost.

The old man's body moved like a puppet.

Yang Jian took the corpse to the back hall.

There was still cries echoing in the back hall, but with his arrival, the cries dissipated and turned into a whirring wind.

The red coffin was still placed there before, and it has not been changed.

The incense sticks in front of the coffin were still burning slowly.

After a few hours, those sticks of incense showed no signs of shortening, and they still exuded a faint fragrance.

This scent covers part of the smell of the corpse, making the weird bully here less strong.

Yang Jian walked over, he pushed aside the red coffin.

everything is normal.

The red coffin was not difficult to open, and it was empty inside, with nothing, it seemed to be waiting for the old man's body to come in.

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Yang Jian didn't waste time, and quickly settled the old man's body in.

When the corpse was put in the coffin and lay flat, something unexpected happened.

The wind roared outside, it seemed that the direction of the wind had changed, and the weird cry echoing in the ancient house also stopped abruptly at this moment.

Although there is still a whining sound, it has not evolved into a cry.

The spiritual phenomenon of mourning was curbed, and calm was restored in the ancient house.

"The guess is correct. The seven days in the ancient house correspond to the seven days of the funeral. The first day is the funeral. As long as the funeral is successful, the spiritual phenomenon of crying and funeral will be curbed, but this restraint should not be permanent. Wait until the second day. In three days, true crying will come."

"But everything must be done in order. Once the order is disrupted, the consequences may be disastrous."

"So, the way to live for seven days in the ancient house is to follow the rules in the ancient house. As for what the rules are...you have to guess."

Yang Jian's eyes moved. He looked at the old corpse lying in the coffin, knowing why he felt that the corpse was not so stiff at the moment, but there was an illusion of peace.

"I hope everything goes well."

He closed the lid of the coffin and waited for another half an hour.

After confirming that there were no other abnormalities, he left.

Yang Jian played in the lobby and met two unfamiliar ghost wielders peeking here from the corridor, seemingly curious why the crying suddenly stopped.

"I put the corpse in the coffin at the back, don't move it."

He reminded, and then left.

"It's so far away..."

Those two people weren't stupid, and immediately realized that the improvement of the weird phenomenon just now was due to Yang Jian.

Put the corpse in the coffin and stop the crying in the ancient house?

Why didn't you think of such a simple thing.

"It's okay, let's go back." The two ghost masters breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their room.

"If the first day is the death, what's next?" Yang Jian was thinking about the next step again.

There are many memories of the funeral in his mind.

However, the funerals held in my memory are all different, with many subtle differences.

In some memories, the funeral was only three days, the first day was dead, the second day we cried, and the third day was buried in the grave.

There are no seven days at all.

"Therefore, the funeral of the ancient house must follow the seven-day standard...It lasts until the first seven days of resurrection. If you guess the wrong steps during the period, the ancient house will get out of control, and the danger and horror will be lost. Coming."

Yang Jian thought so.

But soon.

He stopped before returning to the room.

A black armchair was placed in the middle of the dim aisle, and he could see it clearly when illuminated with a flashlight.

"This chair has moved. Although it was placed in the middle of the aisle before, it was not so close." Yang Jian's expression sank.

There is no end to this aisle~www.readwn.com~ There are rooms on both sides, and the position where the chair was before is definitely very deep.

"It's definitely not someone who moved it deliberately. Although other people are jealous of me, they are still very clear in their minds, knowing what to touch and what not to slam, so this chair was not moved by someone... but by a ghost. Moved."

He took a deep look at the dark, endless corridor deep.

Inside, there seems to be something wanting to come out.

The black armchair is like a barricade, hindering all of this.

But for a while, the chair that was a barricade was pushed, and moved forward to such a close position in one breath.

If the danger zone is divided.

As long as the room is no more than the position of the chair, it should be safe. Once this line is passed, I am afraid that the room will not be able to stay.

"These seven days, it really didn't go so well. This ancient house is like a hut with loopholes. It is useless to sew and repair, and it will soon be invaded by ghosts." Yang Jian speculated in his heart.

Four days.

Do not.

Up to two days, three days.

When the time comes, the position of the chair will pass the first room and drive everyone into the lobby. It is impossible for everyone to hide in the room safely and survive the first seven here.

"I don't know if it's useful to put an extra chair."

Yang Jian thought that there were two black chairs in the lobby.

There are two corridors on the left and the right. Barricades can be set up to slow down the speed of Ligui's erosion of the ancient house and ensure that everyone stays in the room for a few more days.

But he felt that the two chairs in the lobby had other uses.

Disturbance, maybe the follow-up arrangement will have problems.

The method of demolishing the east wall and repairing the west wall is not advisable.

Maybe if the hole is blocked, a bigger hole will emerge.