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The other side of the old house.
Fan Xing and the other ghost masters gathered together, there were quite a few of them, there were six of them including him.
It's a pity that Zhou Deng doesn't fit in with the group, otherwise their team will be more powerful,
"Did you hear it? The noise from the next door seems to be someone listening to the radio" a person said in a low voice.
In the room next to him, there was a rustling electronic sound, which was from an old-fashioned radio, and the radio seemed to be constantly tuning the frequency, trying to restore the signal, but it was very unstable, and the sound was intermittent once in a while. of.
"The time is now 11:40, and there are still 20 minutes until the next day. Do you want to go to the next door and have a look? If you are lucky, you can get a supernatural item." Fan Xing's eyes flickered, and he was a little moved stand up.
After all, it is in the next room, very close.
The time is also relatively sufficient, and it is completely possible to act once.
"How do you divide things after you get them?" someone asked.
Fan Xing said: "It depends on who survives in the end."
The others thought for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Okay, let's do it this way, so many of us can suppress even ghosts, it's a waste of time to sit here and do nothing."
"Then act, don't waste time." Fan Xing said immediately
Immediately, everyone in this room walked out immediately.
It was silent outside, and there was a rustling sound from the room next door, and the wooden door was not well insulated, and the hollowed-out windows clearly revealed the movement inside.
Fan Xing immediately reached out and pushed open the door of the second room.
In the room that was empty yesterday, I don¡¯t know when an old radio was added. The radio made a rustling sound when it was placed on the table. The signal was intermittent, and I couldn¡¯t listen to any radio station.
"No ghost" Fan Xing moved his eyes and glanced at the others.
The rest of the people nodded.
Stepped into this room together.
However, as soon as these people walked in, the radio that had lost signal was suddenly connected at this time, the rustling sound stopped suddenly, and a very ordinary voice came out from the radio: "Hello, is there anyone? Hello "
The radio seemed to have gone awry and seemed to pick up a telephone signal.
"Hey, anyone hear? Hello."
The six people in the room stared at the radio, without saying a word, in silence.
It seemed that no one dared to respond to this voice.
"Hello, hello, can you hear me?" The radio was asking again and again.
Still no one answered.
They are all ghost masters, and few of them are stupid. Who would dare to respond to the voice from this kind of thing.
The voice from the radio asked repeatedly for five minutes, and finally no one responded, and gradually disappeared.
"Shusha Chi! Chi!"
The signal was cut off again.
At this time, the rest of the people were slightly relieved, and one of them said: "This thing doesn't look very good, take it away quickly, and leave this room."
Fan Xing nodded, just when he was about to take away the weird radio.
Sudden.
The signal of Rusha's radio suddenly became clear again, and the previous voice sounded again, with a bit of weird laughter; "Hey, hey, there is indeed someone, I heard Rusha!"
Immediately after this sentence, the radio cut off the signal again.
"Oops."
Fan Xing's eyes shrank suddenly, and his heart was raised at this moment.
He looked at the speaking ghost master.
The man's face was also livid: "Don't look at me, I was careless just now, and I didn't know that this thing could be deceitful."
Fan Xing picked up the radio at this moment, but at this moment he found that the radio was old and out of shape, and it couldn't work at all. It was even filled with mud, as if it had just been dug out from somewhere.
"This is not a supernatural item, but a medium for spreading curses."
He tried to move the radio, but there was no response. If it is a supernatural item, it must be usable.
Now something happened to greed.
Not to mention the lack of harvest, but also the curse of some kind of ghost.
"Get out of here??¡±
Fan Xing lost the radio with a black face, and hurriedly withdrew.
Others also hurriedly dispersed.
But it seems a bit late now.
As soon as they went out, they suddenly saw that it was pitch black outside the aisle.
The darkness has eroded to the door of this room.
Next to it, an old black chair was placed in the aisle, blocking the progress of the darkness, but to everyone's horror, there were two hands on the back of the chair, which were cold and stiff, The nails were pitch black, and the fingers were covered with bruises, bruised and black.
The other end of the hand was submerged in the darkness, unable to see clearly what was behind it.
And at this moment, the black grand master's chair in the aisle was being pushed forward by the pair of terrifying hands, and it made a creaking sound across the ground.
"No way"
Seeing this, Fan Xing and the others suddenly panicked, not daring to get close to the thing behind the black chair, turned around and ran away.
The room is no longer safe, so I have to go to the lobby.
On the other side, Yang Jian also heard the sound of the black chair being pushed, but the sound was not so close, there was still a distance.
However, the movement of Fan Xing and others has already attracted Yang Jian's attention.
"The others left the room and entered the lobby?" Yang Jian frowned.
He looked at the time.
It's already eleven fifty-five.
The next day has not arrived yet.
"Someone is afraid that they have done something stupid, otherwise how could they enter the lobby early because they are so greedy for life and fear of death." Yang Jian's eyes moved.
He is used to it.
There must be some idiots when there are many people.
But that's okay.
Fools are destined not to live long, just turn around and die.
"It's time to go out. On the first day, I was basically sure. It was the night watch. The abnormality came from the room. This means that the room cannot be stayed. If we continue to stay here, we will die here." Yang Jian moved his body and stood up. Get up, open the door and go out.
He looked into the depths of the passage.
It was dark.
The Taishi chair is placed in at least the sixth room in the distance, and it is still a little distance from here, so it is considered safe for the time being.
But compared to the previous distance, it is already quite a lot closer.
However, when he looked at the aisle opposite, his face sank.
The aisle where those people lived was already shrouded in darkness. At the door of the first room in the aisle, a black grand master's chair appeared there, with a pair of weird palms on it.
The ghost has appeared and is about to invade the ancient house.
"This is only the first day, and the second day has not yet begun." What Yang Jian was thinking about was not some idiot who did something wrong.
Instead, I couldn't help but took a breath in my heart.
The ghost appeared on the second day, and it was so close, so how to survive the remaining days?
Can it really last until the first seven?
"Crunch!"
At the same time, from the depths of the aisle on his side, there was the sound of the wooden door opening. The sound was far away, as if it was behind the black grand master's chair.
"It's not just over there, the situation on my side is not much better. This ancient house is leaking everywhere. I thought I could last until the first seven days. Now it seems that the ancient house will be completely destroyed in just three days. gone."
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, stopped thinking about it, and went directly to the lobby to meet other people.
It's time to find a way to survive the next crisis in the ancient house.
Everyone gathered together again, but Zhou Deng was missing.
He looked at the time.
? At twelve o'clock at night.
The next day began.
This night is called the night vigil.
According to tradition, it is necessary to stay with the body of the deceased overnight.
"Yang Jian."
Seeing his appearance, many people greeted him immediately.
Yang Jian glanced at those people coldly: "What's wrong with you?"
Fan Xing's complexion changed, he did not hide anything, he told what happened just now, and mentioned the problem with the radio.
"Greedy, it's nothing, I'm greedy too, but if you're stupid and greedy, it's better to die early, so as not to hurt other people." Yang Jian said coldly.
"Now is not the time to blame us. We should figure out how to complete today's task." Fan Xing did not dare to contradict Yang Jian, but just changed the subject.
Yang Jian said: "This night should be a vigil. If I'm not mistaken, nowhere in the ancient house is safe. The only safe place should be near the coffin in the back hall."
"Then what are you waiting for, let's go and stay next to the coffin."
"If I make a mistake, this night is not a vigil, but a condolence, then according to the tradition, the coffin needs to be moved to this lobby, and the lid should be opened for people to pay their respects to the remains, and of course there is the possibility of mourning." Yang Jian said.
""
The others were silent.
But time does not give them hesitation and thinking.
The darkness in the old house is eroding.
Although it was dim before, there was light anyway, but now, it is pitch black, and the only place that can be seen clearly is the lobby and the patio. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com), just change the subject.
Yang Jian said: "This night should be a vigil. If I'm not mistaken, nowhere in the ancient house is safe. The only safe place should be near the coffin in the back hall."
"Then what are you waiting for, let's go and stay next to the coffin."
"If I make a mistake, this night is not a vigil, but a condolence, then according to the tradition, the coffin needs to be moved to this lobby, and the lid should be opened for people to pay their respects to the remains, and of course there is the possibility of mourning." Yang Jian said.
""
The others were silent.
But time does not give them hesitation and thinking.
The darkness in the old house is eroding.
Although it was dim before, there was light anyway, but now, it is pitch black, and the only place that can be seen clearly is the lobby and the patio. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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