The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the white mist is stirred by the breeze, scattering like smoke and clouds.

The green fire light, from far to near, emerged from the gaps in the white mist, stretching the figure.

The fire gradually filled the tomb chamber, green and cold, without a trace of warmth. The white mist disappeared, looking around, I was standing in an oval house, the roof was built of traditional mortise and tenon, painted with red and green paint, and the wooden beams were outlined with ink pens on the patterns of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums.

Behind me was a long tomb passage with torches on both walls, burning green flames. At the end of the tomb passage, there was still a hazy white mist.

"What do you want to do when bringing me here?" I shouted.

In front of me was a vermilion door, with two gilded lions on the door (the lion has a copper ring in his mouth). The fire swayed, reflecting a faint golden light. Above the wooden vermilion door was a stone roof, neatly covered with blue glazed tiles. Under the green fire, the glaze flowed like water.

My figure was reflected on the vermilion gate, like a guest visiting late at night, standing outside the gate.

"Cruff!" With a sound of "Cruff!", the vermilion door slowly turned inward, and the pleasant sound of silk and bamboo pipa floated out of the door.

I retreated to about one meter away from the door, maintaining a safe distance, and even if something pounced on me, I could deal with it in time.

In the vermilion door, the candlelight was even more intense. White marble candlesticks were erected on the ground, and flying Buddha statues were embossed around the countertop. A white marble bridge carved with lions spanned a black stream. The stream was calm and reflected a long house with bright lights on the other side of the bridge. The orange-yellow glazed tiles were illuminated under the green lights, and they were like stars in the black stream, shining brightly.

On both sides of the white marble bridge, there are various magnolia trees, with white fragrance, and the green light emitted from the silk windows of the house reflects the yellow lawn under the tree green.

The figures of people sway and the sounds of silk and bamboo in the long striped house.

Just as I was impressed, the long wooden door of the house slowly opened.

The candlelight shines, the graceful figures come slowly.

A woman had black hair combed high, with her head swaying with golden steps, swaying step by step. She had a pair of slender hands and arms like white lotus roots. She held the pink dogwood flowers and half-covered her face covered with pink melon seeds, and a faint redness could be seen at the corners of her eyes.

The woman was wearing embroidered green gauze, and on both sides of her side were six ladies, all wearing light pink gauze dresses, holding a pipa, slightly powdery, and a bamboo flute hanging from her small vermilion mouth, with silk and bamboo sounds all the way.

Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, my breathing became rapid. I dare not act rashly in this situation, and there must be a big owner behind me.

"Are you Mr. Tang Tian? My sister-in-law specially invited you to witness the wedding and offend you hastily. Please forgive me!" After saying that, the woman moved away the dogwood flower, smiled slightly, and bowed slightly.

If it is not for the slightly stiff body posture, the facial expression is dull, the eyes are too white, and the eyes are empty, it is difficult to tell the woman in front of you, and it is not a living person.

"Hey! Let's go, congratulations!" I sighed. Now I am a fish and a knife. The owner of the mansion can only follow him or find an opportunity to get out of it. He cannot anger the mansion.

Under the guidance of the woman, I slowly walked across the white marble bridge, stood on the bridge and looked towards the stream, and could not see my reflection under the candlelight.

"Has my soul left my body? I was brought here?" I thought to myself. Ghosts have no shadows. After the soul leaves the body, they are all yin people for seven days. They can move freely outside the body. They are similar to ghosts, and they have no shadows.

Yin people need to go through seven days before they become ghosts. Now, the first seventh place is popular, and it makes sense that the deceased will come back on the seventh day. Yin people are a transitional period after death. Some people have grievances or are unwilling to give up, and even because they die suddenly, they do not know that they have died. The seventh day of Yin people will make them accept this fact. On the seventh day of the soul return, it is when Yin people become ghosts. Ordinary people are attached to their relatives, so they often return home and become ghosts in front of their relatives. However, this process is sometimes painful, so on the first seventh day, there will be occasional strange noises at home, such as the sudden break of the vase, or the heavy knocking sound of the beams and walls.

The pain of Yin people becoming ghosts may be unbearable, and there will be a process of venting. Some relatives who are close to the deceased during their lifetime are not suitable for appearing in the first seven nights, and are easily the targets of venting and being hurt. Feng Shui masters select people who are suitable for guarding the first seventh according to their horoscopes. On the one hand, they avoid people who are close to the deceased, and on the other hand, they actually look at who is strong in horoscopes and can withstand the evil spirits generated by Yin people when they become ghosts.

In the Yin people stage, there is a possibility of rebirth. After becoming a ghost, they will die completely. Therefore, sometimes in the news, some people can be seen hanging in the corpse for several days and resurrected.

I crossed the threshold and came to the inner room, and I saw the joy of my eyes.

With the sound of silk and bamboo, red silk satin was scattered from the high beams, and the breeze floated, and the dragon and phoenix woven with gold thread flew over the red silk, making it lifelike. In the middle of the house, there was a small log table and four carved wooden stools, with red cloth inlaid with gold edges on the table, and jujubes, peanuts and longans piled up, green and red, with a happy and elegant look, the dragon and phoenix are auspicious, and they are young and have a noble son early.

On the inside of the main hall, a silk screen is erected, and the yellow rosewood wooden railing on the left is a scene of magpies playing on the plum blossom tree (the ancients expressed their feelings implicitly, and liked to use images to express their feelings. Magpie is happy and plum blossoms are browsing. Here is a blessing for the eyebrows). On the right is a magpies flying in the air, and a badger is playing with it under the tree (magpie is happy and badgers are happy, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, which means joy and joy).

Everything is real, and the only thing that is the only thing that the fruit on the table is that although it looks fresh and tender, it has a faint smell of mold.

The blue lights were on the wall, and two figures appeared on the silk screen, one shadow was sitting and the other stood aside.

"Miss, son-in-law, Mr. Tang Tian has been invited, and the good time has arrived, let's start." The woman who led me into the room walked to the screen and said softly.

"Let's start!" A gentle whisper floated out from behind the screen.

The screen was slowly pulled by the maids. A woman in a big red silk robe in a golden thread, sitting on a carved rosewood bed, covered with a veil covered with golden thread, rusted plum blossoms. She was petite, with slender white and tender hands in front of her, sitting dignifiedly, looking like a lady from a wealthy family.

The man had slightly curly brown-yellow hair, wearing a loose red robe with gold-lined dragon-patterned patterns, with his back to me, fiddling his hair with both hands, and his wheat-colored arms were exposed from the sleeves.

"Why is this hairstyle and height so familiar?" I wondered.

The man turned around slowly and grinned at me.

"Damn! Chen Peng! Why are you here?" I was so scared that I was so excited that I inserted my hands into my hair. I asked with my voice down because I was worried that I would anger the owner.

"She...you won't..." I had a lot of words in my mouth, and was squeezed by Chen Peng and stuffed them back. My friend for so many years, his eyes at me made me understand that Chen Peng was not possessed, at least he had a clear consciousness, and asked me to cooperate.

"Huh!" I let out a long sigh, but fortunately Chen Peng is still alive, and I don't know if Zhou Mu'er is safe.

"Cooperate with me and find an opportunity to escape!" Chen Peng squeezed his eyebrows and hinted at me.

I nodded slightly, raised my eyebrows and responded to him.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" Three bronze bells collided in the room.
Chapter completed!