An hour later, everyone finished eating, drinking, and tidying up, and then began to rest.

Even if you can't sleep, it's good to lean against the wall next to you and squint for a while.

Yang Jian was also an outlier. He didn't sleep either. He was sitting there holding a cracked spear. Although his eyes were closed, a ghost eye on his forehead was restlessly moving around, peeping at all abnormalities and movements around him.

But it's very quiet today.

There wasn't even a sound of wind outside, let alone any weird knocking on the door.

The interior of the ancient house is no longer so cold.

Some of the weird atmosphere dissipated inexplicably, and even the ancient house now became a little brighter, no longer so gloomy.

"I'm afraid this ancient house will be completely abandoned after the first seven days, and all the supernatural beings will have left." Yang Jian thought to himself, and he peeked at the aisles on the left and right with his ghostly eyes.

The hallway is no longer dark.

There was no movement in the rooms on the left and right, and most importantly, he could see the ends of the aisles on the left and right.

Before, these two corridors were endless, and the same was true for those rooms.

"Four from the left and three from the right. There are seven rooms in this ancient house." Yang Jian calculated the rooms without any supernatural interference.

No more, no less, exactly seven rooms.

"This shows that there were seven people living in this ancient house, or it was built according to the scale of seven people."

"Seven? This is the size of a small team, but why are there only five graves behind the forest? Even if you include this old man, there are only six graves. So there is one less person?"

Yang Jian was thinking wildly again.

Team of seven, six graves.

The remaining member of this team of ghost masters from the Republic of China seems to have disappeared.

Did someone behind him break away from the team, or is the remaining person not dead?

Yang Jian closed his eyes and thought about this problem in his mind.

soon.

The image of the scary old woman in Room 301 of Dachuan City came to mind.

Could she be the seventh person?

He had seen this old woman before when he triggered the medium, but she had not appeared until now.

Time passed little by little.

One hour, two hours...

Seeing that there was no danger, everyone relaxed a lot and took a rest. Even Zhou Deng curled up on the ground and yawned. His face was slightly red, and he seemed to be drunk.

The alcohol content was very high. I don’t know which messenger brought it. He probably wanted to drink at some point to strengthen his courage or relax his mind. Unexpectedly, Zhou Denghe drank it all.

"Can you also fall asleep here?" Li Yang took a look and felt a little admiration.

But at 4:30 in the morning.

There was a slight abnormality in the ancient house.

Crunch!

The door to the back hall was blown open by the wind or someone pushed it open, making a noise.

At this slight movement, everyone opened their eyes instantly.

Even Zhou Deng, who was sleeping drunk, suddenly woke up and turned over to sit up. His eyes became very sharp, without any sense of randomness or indulgence.

"The back door is open. This is a signal." Li Yang immediately looked at Yang Jian.

"Captain Yang, it's time for the funeral." Zhou Deng stood up.

Yang Jian stood up slowly with a cracked spear in his hand. He didn't speak, but walked to the side of the eagle.

The eagle was sitting on the wall with his eyes closed, as if he was fast asleep. He held two dice, one black and one red, in his hands, ready to throw them out at any time.

Yang Jian, who was approaching, bent down, opened Eagle's palm, picked up the two dice, and put them into his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Liu Qingqing walked over with her long legs and red high heels, her face wary.

"he died."

Yang Jian said coldly: "He died half an hour ago, due to the curse of the music box."

What?

Liu Qingqing was startled for a moment, then looked at the eagle. The eagle still didn't move. She immediately surrendered and touched the eagle's neck.

There was no pulse, it was cold and dead.

"I won't make a mistake. The curse of the music box has returned to me. There is only one way to do this, and that is that the curse of the music box has broken out."

Yang Jian said and looked at Li Yang: "Now I will use the eagle's body to help you recover your hands and feet."

"Yang Jian, you are crazy, you won't even let go of the eagle's body." Liu Qingqing scolded.

"His body will rot and turn into withered bones if left here. If the worst is worse, it will be transformed into a ghost by supernatural invasion and wander around the world. No matter what the situation is, it is not a good result. Instead of this, why not help me again?

Let Li Yang resume action."

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing and said.

Liu Qingqing stopped Yang Jian; "He helped you, you should let him die a worthy death, and you should not touch his body. I will take his body away from the old house and find a place to bury it."

After saying that, she directly carried the eagle's body on her back.

"Sure enough, you have known him for a long time." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said.

"Yingying and I met on the second floor of the post office." Liu Qingqing said: "He is older than me, so he went to the fourth floor of the post office first. At that time, I received his help and care."

"So you are using this incompetent behavior to repay him? It's really ridiculous. If you really wanted to repay him, he might not die here."

Yang Jian's tone was cold, and then he turned around and did not take the eagle's body to use as a puzzle piece to make up for Li Yang's incompleteness.

Although this decision was wrong, Eagle did contribute a lot in this operation, so he gave up the idea.

"Yang Xiaohua, you carry Li Yang, and Zhou Deng and I will carry the coffin," Yang Jian said.

"Okay, okay," Yang Xiaohua didn't resist, she walked to Li Yang and carried him on her back.

Li Yang, who is missing both legs and one hand, is not heavy and even a woman can easily carry it on her back.

Yang Jian and Zhou Deng came to the red coffin.

Both of them were ghost masters, and their strength was not that of ordinary people, so they directly lifted the coffin.

But as a surprise.

This red coffin is surprisingly light.

It was as light as if there was no body inside the coffin.

The two looked at each other, each seeing a hint of surprise.

"Want to open it and take a look?" Zhou Deng asked.
Chapter completed!