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The red coffin has been moved before, but the last time it was very heavy, even a bit heavier than expected, but this time, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng lifted the red coffin without much effort. coffin.
The coffin is very light, almost like an empty coffin.
"But the weight of this coffin is very wrong. If you don't confirm it and just carry it over and bury it like this, if something goes wrong halfway, it will be a big trouble." Zhou Deng said.
Yang Jian still refused: "It's the sixth day, and most of the old people in this coffin have already recovered from the ghost. At this time, the switch is like releasing a terrifying ghost. Even if I hold the coffin nails in my hand, I may not be able to deal with it." That's right, and we didn't really come here to bury this old man, our purpose was to stay in this ancient house for seven days."
"As for these seven days, it doesn't matter how you survive."
"So what happened to this old man's corpse, whether there is any abnormality, has nothing to do with me, do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou Deng's expression moved slightly: "So that's how it is."
Yang Jian did not forget his true purpose. The messenger on the fourth floor only needs to live in the old house for seven days. After seven days, the mission will be completed when the letter is sent out.
What about encoffining, night vigil, funeral reportingthese are just the process of living, not the result.
If you want, you can lie down in this ancient house for seven days like Yang Xiaohua, do nothing, and wait until seven days later to wake up to deliver the letter. If you can successfully deliver the letter, it can still be considered as completing the task.
Therefore, Yang Jian refused the step of opening the coffin for an autopsy.
"Let's go, carry this red coffin to the forest behind and bury it." Yang Jian acted at this time.
He glanced at the two people next to him.
Liu Qingqing was carrying the body of the eagle, and Yang Xiaohua was carrying the mutilated and incomplete Li Yang.
Today, there are only so few people left to survive. The number of people who survived is really small. Compared with the gathering of a dozen people at the beginning, it seems inexplicably sad.
And the matter is not over yet.
Maybe someone will die here next.
Yang Jian took a deep look at Yang Xiaohua and Li Yang.
If there will be casualties next, it must be among these two people, because Yang Xiaohua is an ordinary person, and Li Yang is incomplete and inconvenient to move.
Yang Xiaohua also saw Yang Jian's serious eyes, and felt more and more uneasy.
Everyone didn't say a word to each other, and Liu Qingqing didn't argue with Yang Jian, no matter what conflicts and grievances there were, they temporarily let go.
There is no way to get out of this ancient house alive, nothing is important.
Yang Jian acted recklessly. He carried the red coffin in one hand and walked in front. Zhou Deng carried the coffin and followed closely behind.
A group of people came to the back hall.
The wooden door of the back hall was opened, the sky outside was dark and oppressive, and a path stained with yellow mud loomed in front of him, winding and winding, extending to the depths of the weird old forest.
The two carried the coffin out of the old house.
Just like Eagle's previous analysis, the back door of this ancient house has been precisely calculated, just enough to accommodate a coffin, even if the coffin is ten centimeters wide, it cannot be moved out.
"Captain, the previous ghosts have all left the old house, which means that the old house is safe now, but this kind of safety is relative. Although the ghost is not in the old house, the red coffin is in the old house. We have no way to fight with him." The red coffin stays together, so we need to move this coffin out and bury it today."
"That's the meaning of the funeral. It's in line with the rules of survival set by the ancient house, but now we're carrying the red coffin to the old forest the journey will be very dangerous." Li Yang at this moment He opened his mouth with serious eyes.
Yang Jiandao: "I know that the danger now is not in the old house, but in the red coffin, so I have been spending the past few hours in the old house, hoping to delay a little longer, so that everyone can rest and adjust their status , but conditions do not allow us to spend forever in the old house."
"I have a hunch that the later the funeral, the more dangerous the red coffin will be. The back door of the old house was pushed open just now, which is a signal for the funeral. Believe it or not, if we spend another six hours in the old house, it will be so dangerous." The lipstick coffin will become a murderous coffin, more dangerous than it was a few days ago."
"This analysis makes sense, I feel that everything here?.
"The coffin shook just now, Captain Yang, you felt it too." Zhou Deng's deep voice came from the darkness.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid the old man in the coffin has woken up. Even if he hasn't woken up, he's almost done. He must be buried as soon as possible, otherwise the red coffin won't be able to hold him down."
"We have to speed up a little bit."
"I think so too." Zhou Deng said.
The two of them quickened their pace and began to feel a little anxious for no reason.
It doesn't matter if the red coffin was normal before, but now there is movement in the coffin, which means that the time for burial is getting closer and closer.
Although the footsteps have increased.
But the road ahead seems to have no end, this yellow mud road will always be there, as if it can¡¯t be finished, the end of this road can¡¯t be seen, and the familiar clearing in the forest has not appeared.
No matter how you go forward, no matter how you turn around, there is always a way ahead.
"We can't be lost, right? I felt something was wrong before, why haven't we reached it after walking for so long?" Yang Xiaohua's voice was trembling, and the darkness around him became deeper and deeper.
Even the light of the flashlight is dimming.
Everyone carrying the red coffin seemed to have entered an incomprehensible strange place, completely lost.
Yang Jian peeped out with ghostly eyes, everything in his sight was normal, the road was still the road, Lao Lin was still Lao Lin, and there were no ghosts around.
However, even if Yang Xiaohua didn't say anything, he himself felt something was wrong.
"It stands to reason that it is impossible to get lost." Zhou Deng's face changed: "We have always walked along this yellow mud road, we have not left half a step, and we have not received any spiritual interference."
"Go ahead and take a look." Yang Jian also couldn't understand.
It seems that this road is not the same as the last time.
But there is only one way to the back door of the ancient house, so there is no mistake.
However, before continuing to go far, Liu Qingqing suddenly looked a little confused, and said something strange: "She is here, we can't go any further."
"Um?"
Yang Jian subconsciously stopped and looked at Liu Qingqing.
At the same time, the flashlight in Yang Xiaohua's hand shone forward, and something frightening happened. A pair of legs wearing old cloth shoes appeared in the light. A wrinkled, lifeless old woman with a vegetable basket.
The old woman stood motionless on the yellow mud road, blocking the way for everyone to advance. (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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