Chapter 1041: Funeral Hall (2670 Words)

Following the direction of the water flow, Yu Chengmu finally stopped in front of the very thick white candle

It was the one that the night watchman emphasized. Google search reading

“Dong

The sound of the bell rang again, but this time, Jiang Cheng stared at the phone, a strange expression appeared on his face, then stood up, walked quickly towards the door, and looked out through the crack of the door.

The fat man couldn't help asking: "Doctor, what did you find?"

“The time doesn't match." Jiang Cheng said without turning his head: "The time between your two bells was about half an hour, and the second Lei Mingyu was about the same, but Yu Chengmu's time interval was 44 minutes. "

"So long?" The fat man was a little surprised, and after recalling, he quickly explained: "I have observed the incense, and each one is about the same. There is no reason for Yu Chengmu's incense to burn so much longer than ours.

"Well, so what did he do alone in the mourning hall during this extra time?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the fat man, with a hint of worry on his face.

"Dong

Another bell rang.

Pang Xiaofeng stepped into the door of the mourning hall. His steps were weak and he looked around nervously. Lei Mingyu had briefly told him about the layout of the mourning hall after he went back. Fortunately, there was no big problem.

He took a deep breath and prepared to follow Lei Mingyu's instructions. After lighting the incense, he sat in front of the incense burner and did not listen, look or care about anything.

That's right!

Trembling, he took the incense to the thickest candle and lit it, then inserted it into the incense burner, and Pang Xiaofeng started the meditation mode.

At this moment, his mind could not calm down. When he came here just now, he ran into Yu Chengmu. Chen Hao told him that this old guy was not easy to deal with, so he didn't even bother to say hello.

But the strange thing was that when Yu Chengmu passed by him, he stared at him intently, and a strange smile appeared on his old face that looked like dry tree bark.

Recalling that smile, Pang Xiaofeng couldn't help but shudder.

"Yu Chengmu won't be replaced by a ghost, right? "Such a thought suddenly popped up in Pang Xiaofeng's mind. He didn't have much experience, and the strange things in these tasks were told to him by Chen Hao and others, which was considered as intensive training.

He slowly reached into his pocket and grabbed the phone. If he really encountered some strange things that he couldn't solve or couldn't understand, he would ask Chen Hao and others for help.

Although Chen Hao had reminded him that the person on the other side of the phone might not be a person.

Thinking of this, he touched the depths of his pocket again. After touching a hard little thing, his heart was slightly relaxed. It was left for them by the night watchman, saying that it would be used at a critical moment.

"Creaky

-A strange sound instantly brought him back to reality. Pang Xiaofeng swallowed his saliva and lowered his head even lower, as if as long as he didn't look around, those messy things wouldn't come to him.

"Creaky

"Creaky

The sound came one after another, like the sound of several people standing in a row, stepping on the floor soaked by water.

Pang Xiaofeng's heart suddenly clenched. He didn't understand why such a horrible picture would appear in his mind. He raised his head repeatedly. The sound came from behind the white curtain.

Lei Mingyu went back and told him that he also heard the strange sound, but Pang Xiaofeng remembered clearly that he said there was only one sound, and after he ignored it, there was no more.

But why did the strange sound keep ringing when it was his turn, as if it would not stop unless he went over!

Pang Xiaofeng was scared because he heard that the sound gradually changed into a wet friction sound, like the feeling of shoes that had been soaked for an unknown period of time slowly rubbing against the ground.

And the distance was getting closer and closer!

He wanted to turn around and run, run out of the mourning hall, and run back to the wing room to find his teammates, but the remaining reason told him not to. He was sure that as long as he left the door of the mourning hall, even the gods could not save him.

Since he couldn't run, he had to face it bravely. Pang Xiaofeng thought about the experience Chen Hao had told him, and a fierceness rose in his heart. He took out the little thing given by the night watchman and slowly approached the curtain.

Then he suddenly opened the cloth!

The most worrying scene in his mind did not appear, but what still made him pale was that there were several large coffins lined up behind the statue. There were quite a few coffins, extending into the darkness.

At the same time, the strange sound disappeared.

Everything just now seemed to be an auditory hallucination caused by excessive tension.

He slowly calmed down and began to look at the scene in front of him. The coffin lid was opened on one side, and the corpse inside was soaked beyond human shape. Each corpse had a piece of yellow paper on its face.

The yellow paper was soaked in water, and the outline of the swollen face of the corpse underneath could be vaguely seen.

At first glance, the atmosphere was extremely weird.

Pang Xiaofeng glanced over and suddenly noticed that there was a slight reflection on the edge of the coffin, which seemed to be water. He didn't dare to get too close, so he couldn't see it clearly.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He compared the locations of water on the edge of the coffin and found that they were all near the hands of the corpses. Gradually, a bold guess exploded in his mind.

Could it be that the sound he just heard was true? After opening the coffin lid, these corpses stood up by holding the edge of the coffin with their hands, then stepped out of the coffin and walked behind the statue.

And when he opened the curtain, they lay back down again.

This idea was too terrifying, but Pang Xiaofeng thought it was very likely!

If you want him to go back now and return to the incense burner as if nothing happened, that would definitely be deceiving himself. He was unwilling and did not dare to sit still and wait for death, so after a brief thought, he made a bold decision. He slowly He backed away, quickly took out his cell phone, took a photo of the coffin and the body inside, then turned around and ran away.

He ran to the statue of the god and knelt down without saying a word. He was kneeling in front of the thick white candle. This was the safest and brightest place in the mourning hall.

It is said that cameras can capture things that are invisible to the human eye. Pang Xiaofeng looked at the screen of his mobile phone with trembling hands. "Huh __" he took a deep breath. Fortunately, the corpse above was lying in the coffin without any trace. He didn't even move, and he didn't even grin at him.

After careful consideration, Pang Xiaofeng sent this photo to Chen Hao and asked him to check if there was any problem.

After receiving the photo, Chen Hao and the other three didn't see the problem, but after all, Lei Mingyu had never been behind the statue, let alone the coffin, so they didn't know if anything had changed in the past.

"I haven't heard too many strange noises before. Something is wrong with Xiaofeng." Lei Mingyu frowned.

"Apart from you and Xiaofeng, only Wang Fugui and Yu Chengmu have been to the mourning hall." Du Moyu also looked worried, "Yu Chengmu can't be trusted. I suggest you contact Wang Fugui and ask him. Do you know those coffins?"

Chen Hao was a man of action and immediately dialed the number left by Jiang Cheng.

But as soon as he called, he was hung up instantly.

Hit again, then hang up.

It wasn't until the third time that Chen Hao sent a message before getting through, but even then, there was no word on the other end of the phone, not even a faint breath could be heard.

After some pulling and pulling, Chen Hao finally added Jiang Cheng’s WeChat message, “Mr. Jiang, our people are in trouble at the mourning hall. Please help ask Mr. Wang whether the coffin lid behind the mourning hall was opened from the beginning. ?”

"Yes, they are open." Jiang Cheng replied, "And there are corpses in every coffin."

Chen Hao finally felt relieved and quickly replied to Pang Xiaofeng in the mourning hall.

"Wait a minute." Du Moyu, who was standing aside, took Chen Hao's cell phone. After thinking about it, he sent the photo directly. Chen Hao's face suddenly changed when he saw it: "What are you doing? Are you doing this? Let them misunderstand, and you know if there is something wrong with this photo, if there is a curse or something like that, aren't you harming them too?"

Du Moyu is used to writing supernatural novels. He has no need for emotion. He just wants his friends to survive.

Jiang Cheng was stunned when he saw the photo. Before he could react, the fat man had already come up to him, staring at the photo and tapping his chin. "Doctor, yes, that's what I saw, eh?" The fat man seemed to notice. Something was strange. He frowned and gradually moved his face closer to the screen. But the next second, the fat man's pupils shrank sharply and he took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng stood up.

"Doctor!" The fat man pointed at the screen tremblingly, his face turned pale, "There's something wrong with those corpses, they're in the wrong direction!"

"direction?"

"That's right! I remember that the head of the corpse was facing the statue, but in the photo, it was the feet, and the feet were facing the statue!" The fat man's voice was shaking, "The corpse turned around in the coffin!"

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