Chapter 1438: The Disaster-Snatching Woman

Chapter 1439 The Disaster-Rescuing Woman

Hearing that the Marquis of Zhennan was also there, Tang Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly. This was inconsistent with the clues brought by Jiang Cheng. If the Marquis of Zhennan was still staying in the mansion, then what was the thing that was taken away in the coffin last night?

But now they had no time to think about it. A group of people followed General Yuwen to the outside of the charity cemetery in the mansion. At this moment, many people were already waiting outside the charity cemetery. A sedan chair with luxurious decoration was located in the middle, covered with a huge gauze umbrella tent. At this moment, it was late at night and there was no sunlight. The people in the sedan chair seemed to live in another world.

Through the gauze umbrella tent, a figure could be vaguely seen sitting in the sedan chair. The figure was very thin and gave people the feeling of being close to the Marquis of Zhennan.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng took a few quick steps forward, but was stopped by a guard beside him. The guard was wearing a sword and looked fierce. Jiang Cheng did not force his way in. He bowed to the person in the sedan chair from a distance and said loudly: "Hello, Lord."

The person in the sedan chair seemed to have heard Jiang Cheng's greeting, nodded slightly, and then waved to General Yuwen's position.

The gestures of the person in the sedan chair revealed a sense of weakness, as if the end was approaching.

Seeing the Lord waving his hand, General Yuwen immediately led Jiang Cheng and his party to open the door of the charity cemetery.

Accompanied by a "creak--" sound, the old wooden door of the charity cemetery was pushed open, and everyone's heart was immediately lifted. I don't know if it was because of the weather, but the charity cemetery looked more and more dilapidated at this time. The withered grass and trees around were hidden in the dark, and the spreading branches were like withered arms, pointing weakly to the sky.

The fat man looked around vigilantly. It was only a day since the last time he came, but this charity cemetery seemed to have been deserted for ten years. This was not just a feeling.

Everyone had a similar feeling as the fat man, as if something terrible had happened in this charity cemetery after they left.

Thinking of the guy who died strangely in this charity cemetery, tonight's mission was cast in a dark shadow before it even began.

Suddenly, Zhang Qizheng, who was walking in the front position, stopped, and then everyone's breathing became rapid.

After entering the gate of the charity cemetery, there was a whole mourning hall not far away. At this moment, a "creaking" sound suddenly sounded in the originally silent and dim mourning hall. At the same time, a shaky shadow was clearly reflected on the sticker on the door, as if a lying person stood up.

Coco, where is this place?

This is the charity cemetery of the Marquis's Mansion, and all the people lying inside are dead!

The scene in front of him made General Yuwen, who was leading the way, pause. But a few seconds later, General Yuwen's voice sounded, "Masters, don't panic. The people in the mourning hall are the guardians of the charity cemetery. The tasks tonight will be arranged by the guardians for the masters.

Although General Yuwen said it lightly, Jiang Cheng saw that his face was not relaxed, and General Yuwen's hand unconsciously touched the sword at his waist, which was a subconscious action of sensing danger.

General Yuwen spoke a few more words at a fast speed, then turned and left. As General Yuwen walked out of the charity cemetery, the door was immediately closed from the outside.

At this time, in addition to Jiang Cheng and others, there were only the so-called guardians in the mourning hall in the charity cemetery.

As the candlelight flickered, the figures in the mourning hall became more and more illusory, as if another gust of wind would blow the figures away.

"Is it a human or a ghost in here? "Zhu Jie asked in a low voice. The continuous blows also made her lose her composure quietly.

Tang Qisheng frowned and turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, "Mr. Jiang, the last time we came here, the woman who led the way seemed to say that no one came to this charity cemetery at ordinary times."

Jiang Cheng stared at the figure separated by only a door and nodded, "Yes, I remember it too."

"So the ghost is behind this door?"

The fat man had a sad face. He felt that God was too unfair to him. He just escaped from death last night, and he was the only one who was hit. Today, he encountered a ghost again.

"Why panic? I don't believe it. Once the door is opened, this ghost can kill us all." Although Lu Qin's face was ugly, her temperament was still calm. Even if there was such a ridiculous setting of opening the door to kill, she would have a way not to be the one who was dying.

"Yes, yes, yes, listen to Sister Qin. Sister Qin has experience. "Shao Tong greeted in a low voice, fearing that his voice would attract the attention of the things inside the door.

But before everyone could discuss who would be the door opener, the door of the mourning hall was opened, and a figure appeared in front of them.

Seeing the appearance and dress of this person, everyone was shocked. This was actually a woman.

"Come in."

The woman's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. There was no emotion in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Cheng and others.

But the brief eye contact also made Jiang Cheng breathe a sigh of relief. He was 80% sure that the person in front of him was a person, not a ghost.

"Strange, how could the one guarding the spirit be a woman?" The fat man couldn't help but mutter. It is almost a custom in various places for women not to guard the spirit. To put it more seriously, it will ruin the feng shui of the family, especially in ancient times with strict rules. This is not a trivial matter.

Jiang Cheng and others couldn't figure this out. Instead, Tang Qisheng's eyes moved thoughtfully, "Could it be the disaster-receiving woman? "

Li Bai's face suddenly changed when he heard this, but since everyone had already entered the mourning hall and was very close to the woman who was guarding the body, some things were not convenient to say.

The mourning hall was still the same as before, with dozens of corpses placed on wooden racks, covered with a layer of white cloth, and the stench of decay in the air rushed straight into the nose.

The strange woman who was keeping watch led them straight to the corner of the mourning hall, which was the brightest place in the entire mourning hall. There were many white candles placed there. The candles were burning dimly, making the tablets flicker in and out.

Several people in Jiangcheng are no strangers to this place. The tablets of General Guo and the late Madam are all here.

The woman knelt devoutly in front of the numerous tablets, kowtowed three times, then stood up and said indifferently to the people in Jiangcheng: "Kowtow."

No one dared to neglect, so the fat man kowtowed 8 or 9 times in succession. After all, if you don't hit the smiling person with your hand, ghosts would more or less obey the rules.

After kowtowing, the vigil woman led everyone to an open space, where several shabby futons had been placed. Everyone followed suit and sat down cross-legged.

"Tonight your task is to replicate the scene 10 years ago, dressing up as the Marquis of Zhennan to steal the hydrangea from my young lady." The woman said.

Yao, Shun, and Yu wanted to use clichés, so they deliberately tried to confuse them, "I dare you to ask who your young lady is?"

Unexpectedly, the woman paid no attention at all, as if she hadn't heard anything, and continued: "Tonight at midnight, my lady will appear in the backyard of the Yin Mansion. She will be carrying an hydrangea, and inside the hydrangea is my lady's birth date. Find a way to steal the hydrangea, and your mission tonight will be over."