After realizing that he could not see what was behind him, Zhao Yijiu refused to retreat but advanced, and even rushed towards the white jade coffin regardless of being seen by the white object.

The closer you get, the colder you feel will penetrate into your limbs and bones.

He must first figure out what the white jade coffin represents in order to find a way to stabilize the current situation!

But as soon as he rushed out a few steps, he tripped violently, as if an invisible hand was crossing his way to him for fun.

Blurry laughter came from behind.

After a few seconds, he pulled his arm back.

These playful little movements could not stop Zhao Yijiu from rushing forward to the coffin, but they could always destroy his balance and almost fell into trouble several times. When he rushed to the coffin in a little embarrassing manner, a white jade arm suddenly stretched out from behind his shoulders and wrapped around his neck.

“So much water, so much water…”

The sharp sound was like a child, just sticking to Zhao Yijiu's ears, just right away.

Zhao Yijiu's palms were wet. When he looked down, he found that the land around the white jade coffin was wet, as if it had just been splashed by water. His hand was pressed on it, and the wet mud was dipped in one hand.

The arm on his neck was also wet, and the cool water soaked his collar along the white jade arm, pressing it on his skin, making it cold and cold.

A sense of suffocation surged. Zhao Yijiu held her eyes on the white jade coffin and finally saw the faint blood-colored grimace pattern on the coffin board.

As for the coffin...

Empty.

Sure enough, the things inside have come out, and it is probably behind me!

Zhao Yijiu could not feel the weight, but the existence of the things behind it became more and more obvious.

The bells from all directions were shaking.

One of the bells shook too violently, and the rope tied to the eaves gradually dispersed, and then it fell to the ground with the bell, losing its respite.

Zhao Yijiu saw this scene after the aftermath of the light.

A quiet bell lay on the ground, as if dead.

For some reason, this scene brought more chills to Zhao Yijiu than before. He knew that he could not stay here anymore.

Have to leave the backyard.

Just as he turned around, through the courtyard wall, he clearly heard a scream from the front yard, followed by a painful scream and scream.

In the midst of chaos, Zhao Ruru's loud voice played a role, clearly conveying: "The corpse has changed!!! Run!"

Corpse transformed? Those corpses finally broke out?

Zhao Yijiu did not doubt the danger of the corpse. The death energy spreading on it was so pure and aggressive, which showed that the corpse was full of resentment and was by no means a good person.

It can be said that Luo Xiangfeng was not dead just now, which surprised Zhao Yijiu - he was surprised that these corpses knew how to endure and waited until there were too many people on the trap before killing them together.

However, this also means that there is no place in the entire charity village that is safe now, and I don’t know what it will be like outside the charity village.

He was not sure if there was any better outside the charity village than the backyard, and how many people would choose to flee to the backyard.

After all, from the fact that he could hear Zhao Ruru's scream, it was obvious that the bells in the backyard had not been heard, otherwise the people in the front yard would have come to check it out long ago.

Just as I was thinking, the moonlight in the sky darkened.

The white mist suddenly rose.

The spreading speed of the white fog was so terrible that it was unreasonable. Almost instantly, Zhao Yijiu was covered by the vast fog, and several figures similar to the white thing stood in the fog.

Everyone was facing him, his colorless pupils staring at him, his mouth opened, and endless murmuring came from inside.

The outside voice was only clear for a few seconds, and these murmurs were squeezed out of the eardrums. The problem was that Zhao Yijiu couldn't hear what the murmur was saying. It seemed like "gulugulugulugulugulugulugulugulugu" when it fell into his ears.

He used his memory to explore the white fog, trying to find the courtyard wall when he came. At the same time, he found that no matter how he walked, the distance between the figures in the fog was the same.

These things seem to be not entities, but some kind of mirage-like phantom, which is different from the first white thing.

“So much water…”

The sharp voice was still behind him, repeating the same sentence constantly, blowing to the back of his neck.

Due to poor breathing, his lungs hurt and his eyes were dark.

Pick.

Another bell fell from the eaves and hit Zhao Yijiu's feet, losing its voice.

Zhao Yijiu's heart was shocked.

According to his memory, it should be that the eaves of the house beside him at this time.

He endured the pain from the inside out and reached out to touch the side.

In the fog, he did not touch the wall, only a piece of nothingness.

But the bell really fell here.

He bent down and picked up the bell, and it felt strange to use it. There were a lot of lines inside the bell, and it was wrapped together, just like a large mass of long hair blocked at the sewer entrance.

The balls of silk threads stuck the bell to death, making it unable to make any sound.

Perhaps, it is precisely because this warning ringtone cannot be issued that it falls off? Silk thread... So those figures in the fog, things in the white jade coffin, are related to shadow puppetry?

Zhao Yijiu has no knowledge of shadow puppets and does not know how to move the shadow puppets, but this does not prevent him from thinking of manipulating when he sees the silk thread, and then he thinks of shadow puppets with the same meaning.

"So much water... drowned!"

As two bells... or more bells fell, there was an extra line behind the thing.

Zhao Yijiu reluctantly put away the bell in his hand and continued to walk towards the courtyard wall. He felt that he should have arrived at the place long ago, but there was still thick white fog around him.

Has the ghost hit a wall?

If he couldn't breathe like this, he would really be suffocated to death... I wonder if dying here is considered losing his life and then being reborn?

Zhao Yijiu felt that it was very likely that this would be the case.

If it is in other deductions, such danger is enough to kill the deducer, but this deduction has a unique destiny mechanism, and perhaps it is even greater.

"Hello!"

Suddenly, someone heard a sound from the fog.

The very clear voice, as if it had split the fog, was accurately transmitted to his ears.

"Here."

The voices became closer. Zhao Yijiu was stunned and recognized the master of the voice in the noisy murmur.

Yu Xing!

“It’s really hard to find.”

In the fog ahead, a shadow approached quickly.

Under the messy high ponytail was Yu Xing's impatient expression. The "head of the ponytail" came to Zhao Yijiu in a few steps and stuffed an amulet into his unharmed hand.

call--

All the scenes in front of Zhao Yijiu quietly faded away, the figures in the fog disappeared, the murmur stopped abruptly, and the white jade arm surrounding his neck disappeared.

The suffocation feeling was gone.

The fog was still surging, but the outlines of the houses, the touch of the land or stone slabs under your feet became clear at this moment.

He was still standing in the open space where the white jade coffin was located. The coffin disappeared, but he was spinning around in the same place!

Before Zhao Yijiu could ask, Yu Xing grabbed the animal bone chain on his chest and pulled him in one direction: "Don't ask anything, come with me first."

The two of them walked around for a few times, and Zhao Yijiu followed Yu Xing to an ordinary house.

This time, he heard the dull breathing in the room.

There is someone inside.

Yu Xing pushed open the door and pulled Zhao Yijiu in. Baiwu stopped at the threshold without oozing into it.
Chapter completed!