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Shen Jian was excited.
Listen, a hundred ghosts travel at night, and all ghosts return to their nests.
What does this mean?
It means that the ghost is going to celebrate the festival, and he is also celebrating the new year.
Harvest year.
Shen Jian quickened his pace.
Came to the hall of the old house.
The two huge doorposts were covered with white silk, and in the hall, there was a scarlet coffin.
Uneven size and length.
This is the place for worship.
On a table in front of the hall, there was a pile of funeral and sacrificial supplies, and incense candles were lit.
Among them, there are three incense sticks, and the strange thing is that two sticks seem to have been amputated by someone, only half the length of the middle one.
"Two short and one long, this is a very unlucky way to burn incense."
The knowledgeable and well-informed instructor Gu spoke again.
Shen Jian nodded.
He has also heard of this method of lighting incense.
People are afraid of three longs and two shorts, and incense is afraid of two shorts and one long.
This kind of smoke is specially lit for Li Gui.
Two short and one long incense sticks burn continuously, and the smoke is ethereal and pervasive.
It was clearly a hall with ventilation on three sides, but everyone felt an unspeakable stuffiness.
The breathing became heavier, and a sense of depression subconsciously emerged in his heart.
It seems that if these incenses continue to burn, a very bad thing will happen.
Shen Jian looked around.
It was found that the village chief's family was not there at all.
It is said to be the first seven funerals, but it gives people a feeling that they don't pay much attention to it, just to start the hunting folklore.
At this time.
Shen Jian stared at Gongtai several times.
I thought about it.
I have a plan in mind.
He strode away.
"Yan Luo, don't be impulsive."?
Instructor Gu's heart skipped a beat. On such an occasion, this great god wouldn't have a bad temper too.
He hurriedly said: "Two short and one long incense cannot be extinguished easily, it will cause big problems."
"The ones in those coffins are likely to be the parties to the funeral. The incense is a tribute. Once it is extinguished, this ghost will probably wake up."
"Yeah, don't be impulsive."
The rest were also worried.
I just felt a little nervous.
If the destruction of the number here is discovered, even if they cover up the breath of the living, they will be chased and killed.
But Shen Jian ignored it.
Come to Gongtai.
With a look of disgust, he said: "It's long and short, it's too uncomfortable..."
Done.
Shen Jian pinched and broke the middle one.
He also blows with his mouth to speed up the burning of some incense.
To ensure the most precise fine-tuning of the length of the three incense sticks.
at last.
The three incense sticks are even.
Even if patient No. 2 with obsessive-compulsive disorder from Huangquan Hospital came here, he couldn't find anything wrong with it.
This operation.
Everyone behind him was stunned.
Shen Jian is... OCD?
I go.
This is too weird.
When do supernatural phenomena have to obey other people's obsessive-compulsive disorder?
Is this because the obsessive-compulsive disorder is too serious, or are you not paying attention to ghosts too much?
Even a four-star player only has the ability to fight against a red-clothed ghost, not a stable victory over a red-clothed ghost.
Right now in this Su Family Village, there are not many red-clothed ghosts, but there are definitely more than one or two.
Even the top four-star players would not dare to die like this in the face of this ghost hunting competition, as if they hoped that ghosts would come?
At this time.
Shen Jian turned his head.
His eyes turned to the coffin in front of the tribute platform again.
The coffin seems to be a finished product that was rushed out in a short period of time, and it is uneven.
Same length.
"Tsk, failed product, sleeping in such a coffin, can you be comfortable?"
"Instead of going to sleep in such an unsuitable way, I might as well trim it for you."
Hear this.
Everyone's eyes widened.Seems to have figured out what's going to happen next.
"Yan Luo, no."
Instructor Gu hurriedly shouted.
"There is still room for Xiang's matter, but destroying someone else's coffin for burial is definitely an endless hatred."
Shen Jian became even more excited.
He took out the ghost sickle and gave the coffin a trim.
Everyone was terrified at first, and then deeply puzzled.
Because there is no trace of the ghost in the coffin.
It turned out to be an empty coffin.
Everyone was stunned.
There was a strong yin energy emanating from this coffin, and one could tell at a glance that a ghost with a very high level of terror had just been buried, but why was it an empty coffin?
How is this going?
Could it be that this so-called funeral was fake from beginning to end?
What is the purpose of the other party?
Everyone looked at each other.
Everyone thought of an answer.
Hunting folklore.
Hunting... ghosts.
The real purpose of the village chief's family is to use the funeral to reopen the hunting folk culture in order to achieve some ulterior purpose.
They seem to have come into contact with the truth behind this top seven.
at this time.
A gust of drafts blew through.
Several people were all so excited that they shuddered.
After being stunned for a second.
Instructor Gu was the first to react: "Not good! Be careful behind your back."
Everyone responded quickly.
Turn around immediately.
The scene in front of them made their faces sink.
In the previous yard.
At some point, there stood a seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing the shroud that would only be put on when the coffin was buried, with a sinister smile on his face: "Uncles and sisters, why are you destroying other people's coffins? Do you want to be buried with me?"
"I was in so much pain. I was buried in a coffin and sent to the ground. I couldn't cry out. A heart was taken out to prevent me from leaving."
"You say, what should I do?"
The little boy pursed his lips, as if he was smiling, but that smile was scarier than crying.
talking.
The breath of the little boy changed.
Yin Qi is surging.
There was an abnormal death on his body.
Under the shroud, the place for a heart was empty.
"Uncle and sister, have you seen my heart?"
The little boy spoke again.
Make a crisp and childish sound.
Don't look at the person but listen to the voice, and a little Zhengtai with Kazilan's big eyes blinking will be imagined in his mind.
however.
At this moment, everyone's faces were pale.
Someone even screamed:
"Red, a red-clothed ghost!"
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"Uncle, have you seen my heart? My heart is gone."
The little boy spoke.
He made a crisp and childish voice, and just hearing his voice, anyone would think that this is a very cute child, staring at Kazilan's big eyes, as if begging for a lollipop.
However this time.
All the souls present are dying.
Red!