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Chapter 928 Mr. Yin Yang, who beats ghosts, invite you to drink tea

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    Walking through the open space, relying on my intuition and vague memory, I have been walking towards the place where the fog is the thickest.

    On the side of the place where the fog is most dense, there is a thatched hut, which is where Mrs. He usually lives.

    I pressed the mourning stick on my waist with my hand, walked past the thatched hut without hesitation, and stepped directly into the mist!

    Ice cold!  Through the skin, flesh and blood, reaching to the bone, the coldness deep in the bone marrow is constantly eating away at my body.

    The surroundings are blurred, and the waning moon above the head is like a blurry eye peeking at everything that is happening at this moment.

    The mist is like countless hands, climbing and covering my body, walking and groping on me.

    Now the fog is no longer simply white, but faintly green, and a bit black, and in a trance, it seems to be mixed with an astonishing scarlet.

    I stood still, with a dignified expression, and my hand holding the mourning stick tightened a bit.

    After pausing for a moment, my sight finally adapted to the environment here, and I could vaguely see the backyard and the house not far away.

    Just looking at the cold old house in the backyard makes me feel horrified.

    In a daze, I seemed to see a man standing at the door of the old house.

    My heart skipped a beat, there is someone here, what kind of person?

    Could it be that Young Master Chai, Lu Qiaoer, and Aunt Qu ran out?

    Pulling my legs forward suddenly, my vision became clearer, and my speed also increased.

    After a while, I walked through the fog and came to the door of the backyard!

    It's getting close now, is there someone at the door?

    Above the pitch-black courtyard gate, there was a triangular-shaped blood stain, and there were three painful human faces in the blood stain, struggling convulsively and twistingly!

    I took a deep breath, suppressed the beating of my heart, and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

    Just as I was about to raise my hand to push the door, I withdrew my hand abruptly, pulled out the mourning stick at my waist, and then pressed the tip of the copper stick against the door, pushing it hard

    There was a soft chirping sound, and a fine white mist was born at the position where the mourning stick touched.

    The door is very heavy, as if there are countless hands resisting inside the door, I mustered up all my strength, and only then did I push open a crack in the door with difficulty.

    I collected myself, held my breath, and walked sideways into the door.

    The moment I entered the door, I was shocked.

    The fog outside is so thick that you can't see your fingers. When I left last time, I remembered that there was a lot of fog in this backyard, but at this time, there is not a trace of fog in this backyard!

    The whole yard was decayed and gloomy, as if everything was covered with a layer of dull gray.

    On the stone table in the pavilion on the right is still the original whetstone.

    Next to the flowerbed on the left, there are still traces of the copper unicorn.

    The doors of the wing rooms on the left and right sides were closed tightly, but the door of the main room was open.

    There is a wooden table in the middle of the main room, and a thick candle is lit on the wooden table!

    The candle was yellowish-white, the flame burned very steadily, and a lot of light came through, making the yard more bright.

    I collected myself and suppressed my shortness of breath.

    I thought that the haunted house was the horror we faced directly, but I didn't expect that now it was just gloom and decadence.

    Just like the dead silence before a storm, the seemingly safe places in dangerous places are actually the most dangerous!

    I didn't go straight forward, but scanned the ground in the courtyard first.

    After looking at it at a glance, I didn't find the package containing the three books of Zhai Jing, Bone Physiognomy, and Nine Techniques of Yin Sheng.

    Right now I'm a bit regretful, I should have asked more carefully.

    When Mrs. He said it before, I subconsciously decided that she threw the book into the yard.

    But now I don¡¯t see any, so there are only two possibilities. One is that the ¡°something¡± in the yard picked up the book, and the other is that Mrs. He came in here and put it somewhere

    But soon, I denied the latter. If she did that, she would definitely tell me that now it seems to be the former.

    Then we can only solve the murderous house first, and then go to the book!

    While I was walking towards the main room, I kept looking at the wing rooms on both sides from the corner of my eye, recalling which room Aunt Qu was in at that time.

    I still remember clearly that she had a dagger stuck in her chest at that time.?I don¡¯t know if she swallowed that breath, whether it is a normal blood demon now, or a living corpse blood demon.

    Normal blood demons can only bump into ghosts, but blood demons from living corpses can move, which is even more fierce!

    At that time, Young Master Chai was only Bai Sha, so there was nothing to be afraid of, but Lu Qiaoer was a broken corpse dressed in white and killing blood, and the collision was even more fierce.

    But at least there are no other people in the backyard, so there is no medium for them to run amok!

    After sorting out my thoughts, I walked quickly into the main room.

    Originally, Young Master Chai's coffin should be here, but now there is nothing big except for this table.

    I stared fixedly at the candle, the materialreminds me of corpse oil?

    At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

    This voice made my heart tremble slightly, and I turned around suddenly.

    A woman stood abruptly at the door of the main room, her eyes were dull, her face was dazed, and she was holding a tray in her hand.

    "Mr. Yin Yang, who beats ghosts, please drink tea." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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