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The advance announcement of the funeral on the third day caused everyone in the ancient house to immediately encounter unprecedented dangers.

Originally, according to the situation of the vigil on the second day, Yang Jian and others only needed to stay near the red coffin in the back hall and they would be safe. However, first Fan Xing and others were provoked by a curse from some kind of evil ghost, which caused the inside of the ancient house to collapse.

The evil ghost discovered the people hiding in the back hall.

It was okay to leave it like this, but Zhou Deng walked around outside with a white lantern and finished the funeral procession on the third day.

This led him to attract evil spirits from outside into the ancient house.

Now there are evil spirits inside and outside the ancient house.

Everyone had no choice but to fight against the evil ghost.

Yang Jian guarded the red coffin to prevent any evil ghosts from approaching. What he was most worried about was that the old man would be influenced by other evil ghosts at this time, causing him to wake up early and ruining the first seven days.

Wang Feng and other ghost masters guarded the back door.

Relying on a game of dice, the time for the evil ghost to invade the ancient house was forcibly delayed.

"The key to breaking the situation lies with Li Yang. Once Li Yang returns successfully, the situation here can be reversed." Yang Jian knew very well what to do next.

Everyone must withstand the pressure from the evil ghosts and hold on until the moment of opportunity arrives.

if not.

Yang Jian must consider abandoning everyone, giving up delivering messages, giving up this ancient house, and surviving alone...

If he has the ability to survive, he will naturally not be buried here with everyone.

at the same time.

Li Yang started walking while staring at the burning speed of the red ghost candle in his hand. His journey was relatively smooth, passing by the patio and arriving behind the gate.

He tried to open the wooden door.

It turned out that the wooden door seemed to be stuck and could not be opened easily.

The ghost candle in his hand burned faster and faster.

If less than half of the remaining ghost candles are consumed in this way, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand it for even one minute.

Li Yang gritted his teeth and stretched the ghost candle towards the crack in the middle of the door.

The flames of the ghost candle swelled suddenly, and then a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, and there were more than one. These footsteps quickly dispersed.

Crunch!

The old door is now open.

The ghost candle's candle flame flickered, and there was only a small section left.

"The cost of using ghost candles to drive away evil ghosts is too high, and we cannot afford the expense." Li Yang gritted his teeth and quickly placed the ghost candles farther away to ensure the safety of the door.

Then he looked up and saw the white lantern hanging on the door.

A cold wind blows.

The old faded pale lantern swayed and emitted light.

Looking back, I saw several strange figures vaguely appearing near the ghost candle's candlelight. Those figures swayed back and forth, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, making it impossible to accurately capture the exact location.

The evil ghost is wandering outside this gate.

It seems that after the funeral, I couldn't help but feel that there was a ghost at the back door, and it was the same in the front. I'm afraid the surroundings of the entire ancient house were not much better.

Li Yang took advantage of the last period of time when the ghost candle was burning, quickly climbed up the door, and then took down the white lantern.

Everything went smoothly.

This is a near miss.

As soon as he got the lantern, the light from the ghost candle he placed on the ground was immediately extinguished.

There were too many ghosts nearby, and the candlelight was completely unbearable. It was completely consumed, and not a single candle was left.

There is no eerie candlelight.

The strange silhouette that was illuminated nearby disappeared immediately.

The ghost did not leave and was still wandering around.

But at this moment, without the influence of the ghost candle, Li Yang could no longer see these ghosts.

He felt that the surroundings were extremely cold.

There was even a feeling of something cold touching his skin, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by evil spirits, as if it was about to be swallowed up.

Even though he didn't see anything around him, Li Yang could still smell the smell of rotting corpses and the fishy smell of soil.

"The ghost didn't attack me." Li Yang grabbed the white lantern.

A pale pale light emitted from the lantern, illuminating the surrounding area and preventing him from getting lost.

And once you leave this area, the rest of the place is terrifyingly drowsy.

"Go back quickly."

Li Yang did not dare to delay at all. If he hesitated here for a few seconds, a few more people might die in the back hall.

So he held a lantern and immediately walked along the side of the ancient house to go around to the back hall.

But as soon as he moved his steps, his face suddenly froze.

Behind him, a series of footsteps sounded, as if the ghost lingering around was following behind him.

Li Yang sped up, and the footsteps behind him also sped up.

Look back.

There was nothing behind him, only dead silence and darkness.

"Ghosts will not kill people who report mourning, so the way to survive on the third day is this... According to normal circumstances, everyone has to leave the old house on the third day, holding lanterns and leading the ghosts here

I wandered around the old house until the funeral service was over on the third day, and now I understand."

Li Yang is not stupid, he is also a survivor of supernatural events.

If you didn't have any brains, you would have died in the ghost painting incident long ago. It would be impossible to become a ghost controller and survive until now.

"So, my mission is not to return to the back hall with the lantern, but to lure away other ghosts near the ancient house so that the captain can deal with the ghosts in the ancient house with peace of mind."

"The captain's judgment is correct. The vigil on the second day and the funeral on the third day cannot overlap. Now we must find a way to correct it."

After Li Yang thought clearly, his pace quickened.

No matter what supernatural phenomena are happening behind him or around him, he will never stop taking action.

Even though he moved very quickly.

But for everyone in the back hall, let alone persisting for several hours, even if they persist for one minute, they will have to pay a heavy price.

A red dice rolled several times on the ground and finally stopped.

The number is: 2.

On the opposite side, the number on a black die is: 5.

Whose point is Gui's 5? Wang Feng's point is 2.

When the game reached the fifth game, Wang Feng's luck ran out. He was tensed up and sweating profusely. He stared at the points he had thrown, as if he had lost his mind, but with a few points.

unbelievable.

"I, I lost..." Wang Feng's mouth moved.

Then his body began to become cold quickly, the blood on his face began to disappear immediately, and the look in his eyes suddenly extinguished, like a spark in the strong wind, being ruthlessly extinguished by this cruel world.

Wang Feng was motionless, he had no breath.

He lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying ancient house.

"Did you lose?" Eagle glanced at it, feeling inexplicably sad.

Wang Feng was cursed by strange letters, became a messenger, and struggled to survive all the way. He survived from the first floor to the fourth floor of the post office, sent more than a dozen terrible letters, experienced countless dangers, and even invaded the fourth floor.

Even the ghosts couldn't kill him, but unexpectedly, he was still stuck at the last level.

After all, I couldn't get past the fifth floor of the post office and stopped here.

The cold breath invaded from outside the back door at this moment.

Wang Feng lost, and the ghost will come in now.

"I'll bet with the ghost."

At this moment, a ghost controller gritted his teeth and pushed away Wang Feng's body, sat down again, picked up the red dice and threw it out.

Before the ghost comes in.

This person took over the gambling game forcefully and continued what Wang Feng had done before.

The red dice spun and finally stopped. An unimaginable number was thrown out by the ghost controller: 6.
To be continued...