The door of the wooden house was pushed open, and an old coffin covered with dust and peeling paint came into view.

Liang Xingyang did not walk in, but suddenly raised his head and glanced upstairs.

The lights on the second floor were turned on at some point, and the dim light shone on the glass of the window, creating a silhouette.

There seemed to be someone standing at the window in the room on the second floor, spying on the situation downstairs, but he didn't know that the light in the room had accidentally given him away.

Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes and looked at the wooden house suspiciously. He didn't find any movement in the silhouette of the window, so he asked: "Who built a wooden building in the world of the dead? What is the purpose of living here?"

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"I don't know. Maybe it's to maintain the supernatural place, just like the relationship between Luo Wensong and the ghost post office, and Luo Qian and the supernatural cemetery."

Liang Xingyang's expression moved, and he pushed the door that had been sealed for a long time completely open, observing the coffins without scruples. He knew that not all coffins could contain evil ghosts, most of them were empty, and some coffins contained the bones of dead people.

But the coffin was very quiet, nothing unusual.

"The ghost you're looking for is in these coffins?"

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes were blocked and could not see what was inside the coffin. He held the cracked spear tightly in his hand, ready to take action at any time.

But opening the coffin and searching it may cause huge trouble.

"The ghost is in the lighted room on the second floor."

Liang Xingyang pointed to the window that emitted the dim light and reminded: "We must be careful, this wooden house is made by more than a dozen evil ghosts. There is a ghost hidden in the stairs, floor, pillars, and windows."

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"I'll be careful."

Yang Jian nodded when he heard this, but when he was about to go in, he was stopped by Liang Xingyang, who asked in confusion: "Any more questions?"

Liang Xingyang said: "The supernatural power of the wooden house prevents all evil spirits from approaching, and even ghosts and evil dogs cannot get in. Let's help it get in first."

Yang Jian frowned, took steps, tentatively walked into the door, and ordered in his mind: "Dog, bark twice and listen."

However, there was silence in my consciousness.

The vicious dog stored in the memory did not respond.

Yang Jian's eyes darkened and he looked at Liang Xingyang outside the door.

"Give me a bowl of water."

Liang Xingyang, who was staying outside the door, directly made a deal with the ghost cupboard. After a while, a porcelain bowl filled with water appeared out of thin air in his hand.

As the water in the bowl spilled, a puddle of water was left on the ground at the door.

Through the pool of water, they saw the silhouette of a vicious dog reflected on it.

Ghost dreams do not exist in reality, and standing water is the medium of ghost dreams.

The accumulated water extended and formed a winding water mark, providing a way for the Ghostly Dream Dog to enter.

soon.

The ghost dog followed the water marks and ran into the wooden house.

The two of them also walked into the lobby of the wooden house, poured water from the bowl, used the standing water as a medium to attract the vicious dogs, and walked towards the stairs.

"Crunch."

The decayed and blackened wooden stairs creaked as they stepped on them. There was thick dust scattered under the wooden boards, and they looked like they were in danger of collapsing at any time.

But under the influence of the supernatural, the stairs withstood the weight of a living person.

After they walked up this section of stairs, when they came to the corner, what they saw was not the corridor on the second floor, but another section of stairs.

The design of this staircase feels very abrupt. The height and layout of the wooden house are very ordinary. The extra stairs seem redundant. This design takes up a lot of space.

Miraculously change the layout.

The extra staircase does not lead to the second floor in reality, but to a hidden supernatural space.

"It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out."

Liang Xingyang paused for a while. He had no choice but to step on this weird staircase if he wanted to go to the second floor.

"Crunch."

Yang Jian walked behind and continued to walk up the old wooden stairs.

After a while, a dim light appeared at the end of the stairs.

The two of them quickened their pace and walked for a full ten minutes before finishing the weird stairs.

The two stepped onto the corridor on the second floor and did not find the room with the lights on.

The corridor is empty, there is obviously no light source, and there is no light seeping out from the cracks in the doors, but the yellow light fills the second floor, as if it exists as a supernatural phenomenon.

Liang Xingyang was not too surprised. According to the layout of the wooden house, he found the corresponding position of the room with the silhouette at the window.

But he stopped outside the door and did not reach out to open the door.

"Don't you want to go in?"

Yang Jian was completely unfamiliar with this place, and he couldn't help but be wary in his heart. All the ghost eyes on his body were turning restlessly.

"You cannot open this door! The consciousness-targeting ghost in the room will attack the person who opens the door."

Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered as he unreservedly shared the information about the wooden house and the ghost in the room with Yang Jian, hoping to find a good solution.

Without the ghost boy, one must act more cautiously.

Otherwise, once he is trapped in the past world and is surrounded by the old monsters of the Republic of China, even if he and Yang Jian join forces, the hope of survival will be very slim.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly. After learning about the cabin and the ghost in the room, he first suppressed the shock in his heart, and at the same time he understood how difficult the matter was.

How can they imprison the ghost inside if they can't open the door?

This wooden house was built by evil ghosts one by one. Their intrusion awakened the evil ghosts inside and started the countdown to recovery.

The longer they stay, the more likely they are to be attacked by evil spirits.

"I will turn into a ghost shadow. Without the touch of a medium, I will not be attacked by ghosts. If I don't come out after one minute, you can bring the ghost dog to help me."

Liang Xingyang thought for a moment, his eyes flashed with determination, and he explained his plan.

He initiated this operation and would not let Yang Jian take risks.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

He has no other plan. The wooden house is recovering from evil spirits. He can't waste any time. No matter what the plan is, he should try it boldly.

"No time wasted, let's start the action."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Xingyang's body blurred and gradually disappeared until it turned into a vague human-shaped shadow and invaded the door along the wall.

A figure is walking on the wall. The figure and face are very blurry. It looks a bit like a shadow, but not quite like it. It is more like a picture projected by a modern projector.

As the ghost shadow appeared, there was a supernatural pull, and the yellow light in the corridor flickered a few times and gradually dimmed.

The ghost shadow held a fuzzy shadow in his hand. The outline of the thing was like a bowl. As he moved, drops of water stains were scattered, and a long water mark was trailed behind him. The shadow invaded smoothly along the crack of the door.

"Bang."

At this moment, a dull crash suddenly sounded, echoing in the lobby downstairs and reaching the second floor.

"It's the coffin downstairs!"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed with danger, and he took a deep breath. He leaned on the cracked spear and stood guard at the door. Even the water under his feet suddenly exploded at this moment.

The water splashed away, and the ghost dog reflected in the water roared, jumped out of the water, came to reality, and stayed at Yang Jian's feet.

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