Chapter 1105: The Road to Chasing Corpses

The fat man couldn't help shrinking his neck when he thought about how close the skeleton had been to him.

But he thought that he had worshipped the sculpture a lot, and maybe he could leave a good impression on the goddess of the river, so the fat man's face became better.

Du Moyu saw that the fat man frowned from time to time and smiled mysteriously from time to time, which made him more certain that he was a hidden elder. He thought to himself that he was really playing the role of a pig eating a tiger, and his performance was really like that.

There were several paper figures on both sides of the temple, a total of 7.

But unlike the paper figures I had seen before, the faces of the paper figures in the temple were covered with masks.

Not far from the paper figures, there was a shelf on the ground, and masks were placed on the shelf in order, just like the masks on the paper figures.

After counting them, Du Moyu whispered, "A total of 8 masks."

"We also have 8, and the number of people just matches." Lei Mingyu said.

Jiang Cheng had observed that these masks were all made of paper, and the workmanship was not exquisite. They felt very rough when touched by hand, but since it was a task arrangement, everyone had to wear it even if they were reluctant.

As the last person put on the mask, suddenly, a clapper sounded outside the temple, catching everyone off guard.

But it was not over yet. Then, a more terrifying scene appeared. The paper figures that were still lifeless just now actually moved at the same time. Seven paper figures walked out of the temple gate with stiff steps.

Three on the left and four on the right, on both sides of the blood-red coffin.

Everyone quickly followed out, and then they found that not only the paper figures, but also the four paper horses pulling the coffin began to move, with their hooves rubbing on the ground and their necks raised, as if roaring to the sky.

However, there was only the occasional sound of wind in the night sky. Everything in front of them seemed like an illusion, or it happened in another completely incomprehensible time and space.

And at the front of the team, there was a figure standing.

It was also a paper figure, but it was taller. The paper figure had its back to them, so they couldn't see its face, but the yellow bronze gong hanging around its waist was eye-catching.

With his experience, Yu Chengmu instantly confirmed the identity of the paper figure, "It's a corpse driver..."

After a while, the whole team began to move forward slowly, and Jiang Cheng and others followed at the end of the team.

It's hard to describe what it feels like to follow such a large team with people and horses. The night was as quiet as death, and only their own footsteps echoed.

"What's going on?" Lei Mingyu was a hot-tempered man, and he couldn't help it. He lowered his voice: "It's agreed that we are the corpse drivers, what's the matter with the one in the front?"

"And there are those guys, those paper figures... What are their identities, are they burial objects?"

Lei Mingyu asked two questions in a row, and both of them hit the point.

Yu Chengmu's face was also a little ugly. What happened tonight seemed to have exceeded his expectations. "That Yin-calling Luo can't be fake. The paper man in the front is a corpse driver."

"What about the paper man next to the coffin?" Lei Mingyu's face was tangled, suppressing his emotions, "This is the first time I've seen a burial object that can walk by itself."

"If you want to find out these things, you must first confirm what the hell is in the coffin." A Biao stared at the coffin. The blood-red coffin gave people an unspeakable sense of weirdness in the night. He was sure that the red on it was not cinnabar, but blood, even though he didn't smell the strong smell of blood.

"From the specifications, it is a double burial coffin. The bones of the goddess Dahe should be in the coffin. The other body in the coffin..." Chen Hao paused, "I'm afraid it's the night watchman."

Du Moyu's face turned pale, "You say... the clapper sound we heard just now, could it be coming from the coffin?"

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

At present, this possibility is very high.

Counting the steps, Chen Hao shook the Soul-Calming Bell from time to time, but because the bell was sealed with wax, it made no sound.

"Is this okay?" A Biao asked tentatively, "The Soul-Calming Bell makes no sound at all."

"It's sealed with wax inside, and I don't want it to be like this." Chen Hao's answer was very concise.

"Why don't you take out the wax in advance?" Jia Jinliang also joined in, and there was a hint of complaint in his tone towards Chen Hao, as if blaming him for a mistake that might harm everyone.

Chen Hao nodded, seemingly accepting the criticism, "Then... is it too late to take it out now?"

Jia Jinliang was happy in his heart, but reflected on his face, he was much calmer, "It should be in time."

"Will there be any danger?" Chen Hao frowned.

"No, the Soul-Calming Bell is a prop, there will be no danger." A Biao sneered, not caring about Chen Hao's caution.

"Is that so?" Chen Hao handed the Soul-Calming Bell to Ah Biao, who didn't care. "Then you come, take out the wax and return it to me." The whole process was smooth.

Now it was Ah Biao's turn to be embarrassed, but he reacted quickly and sneered immediately: "Why didn't you give it to me before? Now you change people at the last minute. Do you want to kill me?"

"Friend Chen, this Soul-Calming Bell is said to have the characteristic of recognizing its master. I'm afraid only you can control it now." Yu Chengmu stared at the Soul-Calming Bell in Chen Hao's hand, and actually revealed a feeling of envy, as if he regretted giving the bell to Chen Hao, and let Chen Hao pick up a huge bargain for nothing.

But he is not the only actor here. Jiang Cheng only glanced at it and knew that Chen Hao was probably fooled. Chen Hao also understood it now, but it was too late.

Everyone was alert at all times, but the whole journey was very peaceful. Chen Hao shook the bell from time to time, and the paper figure dressed as a corpse driver walking in front occasionally struck the gong.

The sound of the Yin-calling gong was much duller than that of an ordinary copper gong.

Gradually, as Chen Hao shook, the wax seal inside the soul-calming bell gradually cracked and fell off. Finally, after the corpse driver's paper figure struck the gong for the seventh time, the soul-calming bell made a crisp sound.

Along with the ringing of the bell, there was also a faint cry.

"What sound?" Du Moyu looked around, he was sure that he had not heard it wrong, and this cry was very close, especially close, almost next to his ear.

Just as everyone was looking for the source of the mysterious cry, suddenly-

"Bang!"

A dull knocking sound rang out, and everyone was caught off guard and was startled, but this time, everyone quickly determined the source of the knocking sound.

It was... coming from the coffin!

It was not appropriate to say that it was a knocking sound. The fat man stared at the coffin, his breathing disordered, and cold sweat oozing from his head, because according to his guess, the sound just now was more like someone in the coffin, hitting the coffin lid with his hand.

"Bang!"

Another sound.

This time everyone saw it clearly, and the coffin lid trembled.