Chapter 625 Stepping on Shadows

After the semi -rotten fragrance, the closed door was pushed open, and a figure stood outside the door, looking at it with a vigilant look, with a paper lantern in his hand.

Naturally, Yang Xiao was from the people. He didn't look at the area around the hospital at all, but came to this sleeping Golden Pavilion straight.

There is no reason for him. He believes that his teammates are not idiots who can live now. Before the plan starts, maybe each will have ghosts, but once the plan is set, everyone will faithfully execute a part of their responsibility.

The more dangerous, the more the same is.

No accident, Yang Xiao found the blood map left by Jiang Qingyu on the ground for the first time, and the bag of only half of the ashes left.

After judging Jiang Qingyu's plan, Yang Xiao's pupils trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but respect. This person is indeed a priest of Yiyi. Everything she can do.

Step on the mark at the mark. Sure enough, Yang Xiao sensitively noticed the abnormalities, and there were two squeaks in the room.

And the second sound was obviously wrong, not from the feet, but a place from the room.

Looking at the left to the left, Yang Xiao noticed that the wardrobe door was already open, and it was empty inside. Compared with the blood map on the ground. This wardrobe door was opened by Jiang Qingyu and her first attempt.

The accident did not happen this time, and the accident happened for the second time. Yang Xiao stared at the three words on the Eight Immortals on the ground, and the words were marked with attempts.

Combined with the sound of his own hearing, there is also the friction traces of the Eight Immortals table corners. Of course, the disappearance of Jiang Qingyu, the pioneer of Jiang Qingyu, Yang Xiao judged that there was a ghost stand -in near the Baxian table, and it was likely to stand on the table.

Thinking of the dim room, there was a ghost standing on the table and staring at himself, and the awkward feeling in his heart became stronger.

Step by step closer to the painted eight immortal table, grabbed the ashes left by Jiang Qingyu, and Yang Xiao slanted upwards.

The weird picture appeared, and the ashes were like a transparent obstacle in the fall. The next second, a manuscript appeared out of thin air.

She was dressed as a girl. She was wet, her head hanging down very unnaturally, her hair covered her face.

The corpse stood upright on the table, stepping on a pair of tightly deformed small feet, and there was a dead breath around.

There is no doubt that this is one of the old ancestor ghosts. According to Xiang Fengchen, the ghosts of tonight are 6, and people like them later will not become a new ghost stand -in. Plan, Nalan Shuo, Lou Huiyang, Fang Zhou, Chang Chuchu, Jiang Qingyu, and even may even include him, they will be "hidden" by ghosts, but as long as there is a fragrance of life, it will not be on the spot.

Among these teammates, Yang Xiao was more relieved. He was a newcomer after all. It is difficult for the psychological quality and knowledge to match the old players. Yang Xiao only hopes that he should not step on a pit, and then he will have to fill him up.

From the calculation of Jiang Qingyu's action path, there must be a problem among the previous people, otherwise it will not only be on the first floor of the Kyoto Pavilion.

Through the blood book analysis left by Jiang Qingyu, she should not have been in the Jintang Pavilion for a long time. The left room was checked and a fork was drawn on it. That is, the abnormalities in Yang Xiao's current room have been excluded.

But Yang Xiao did not find traces left by ashes on the first layer, that is, Jiang Qingyu's first ashes were used elsewhere.

After excluding the abnormalities in the house, the shady atmosphere that was filled with her side disappeared. Yang Xiao walked out of the house, covered the door with a backhand, and came to the spacious hall to continue looking for clues. , I did not find abnormalities.

Passing in front of the stairs, looking up and looking up, the corner of the stairs was drowned in the darkness, as if there was something in Tibet.

The situation has reached a critical moment. Yang Xiao found a small cloth bag from his arms. After opening, he took out a dark red fragrance from it and exploring the flames of the fragrance on the candy candle. As you look at a faint bloody gas, Yang Xiao took a breath, a three -year life.

After ensuring that the incense was burning normally, Yang Xiao stepped on the stairs step by step, stepped on the old wooden stairs, and made a crunching sound.

The sound echoed in the silent loft. For a while, there were many invisible people who followed Yang Xiao, and they also became. The lonely ghost guidance went to Huangquan's road.

Since entering the stairs, every step Yang Xiao took the carefulness, and the number of stairs in his heart was lest one less or suddenly one more.

But until he came to the second floor, he didn't notice that there was a strangeness on the road. After a while, he started turning around and walking down, and walked back and forth again. Then he let go.

With Jiang Qingyu's way of exploration, save a lot of time for him, and find out that the credit of that girl and ghost substitute should be counted as this woman.

Back to the second floor again, Yang Xiao was swept across the surroundings. The layout upstairs and downstairs was completely different. The large space was divided into three rooms. The biggest room was the one that the women were bathing, and the other two rooms Close the door at this moment.

Turning around, he first came to the bathing room. Except for a few large bathtubs that had been dragged away, the rest was no different from before. There were also some wooden shelves in the room, some of which were rotten and moldy, and there was a screen standing near the wall.

After walking around the room, he didn't find any problems for the time being, but when Yang Xiao closed the door and locked himself in the room, everything was different. The moment the door closed, a gust of cold wind blew out of thin air in the room.

Yang Xiao shuddered fiercely, but as he lowered his head and stared at the lantern in his hand, the lantern didn't react at all, and there was no sign of being blown by the wind at all.

This wind is wrong, it only blows people, not things.

The problem lies in this room. There is also a ghost substitute hidden here, maybe... maybe it's the real body of the ancestor, Yang Xiao guessed.

There were not many things in the room that were worth his attention, and this screen was one of the most important ones. Yang Xiao approached and picked up the lantern to take a closer look. The frame of the screen was made of wood, and the screen surface was made of an uncommon silk material that felt very delicate.

It was also at this moment that Yang Xiao noticed something was wrong. It was very humid here. The frame of the screen and the wooden shelves in the room had signs of rot and mold, but this piece of silk was flawless. Not to mention rot, it didn't feel damp at all.

His fingertips gently brushed across the screen, and a cold breath came out along the silk surface, as if something was hiding behind the screen, staring at him.

As soon as this feeling appeared, Yang Xiao quickly retreated, and after confirming that the incense and the lantern were fine,

he walked away from it, changed his angle, and observed the back of the screen.

The space behind the screen was extremely limited, almost right next to the wall, leaving only a gap less than 20 cm wide. It was almost impossible for a person to hide in this space.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but after moving away from the screen, Yang Xiao's originally nervous mood was relieved a lot, just like a person's sixth sense.

After a brief thought, Yang Xiao decided to observe it again. If it doesn't work, he will move the screen away.

It takes considerable risks to move such a large thing rashly. Yang Xiao is not afraid of risks, but his mission is not over yet.

The pioneers have set an example for him, and he doesn't want to disappoint the efforts of everyone who has tried their best to survive.

Holding the lantern, he approached the screen. The screen was very clean, without embroidery or any fancy decorations. The silk cloth showed a translucent texture under the light, just like the white curtain used in shadow play.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao had a bold idea. He stepped back a little, hung the lantern on a wooden rack, and then held the incense in one hand and walked back to the screen. At this moment, there was a shadow on the screen,

which was left by Yang Xiao.

Looking at this shadow, Yang Xiao felt indescribably awkward. He made many movements towards the screen as if he was acting, and the posture of the shadow kept changing.

When the screen was fully unfolded, the length could reach 3 meters. Yang Xiao kept changing his position, from left to right, and his feet made strange noises on the old wooden board. After hearing it many times, Yang Xiao also noticed something strange. The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes soft. It was louder when it was close to the two sides of the screen, and it was much weaker when the shadow was in the middle of the screen.

And the sound itself was also problematic. It was a tooth-grinding "clucking" sound, like a taut rope that could be torn at any time.

There was no abnormality in the shadow on the screen, so Yang Xiao decided to increase the stakes. He turned around and planned to take the lantern back, but as he turned around, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it for a while.

He looked around vigilantly, and finally realized the problem. There was also a shadow on the wall behind the lantern.

Yang Xiao's heart shuddered, and he looked behind him instantly. Similarly, there was a shadow on the screen.

The shadow on the screen was his own, so whose shadow was behind the lantern?

The screen, himself, the lantern, and the shadow on the wall were arranged in order. There was nothing between the lantern and the wall at all, so where did the shadow come from? !

And the shadow on the wall was extremely thin, thin and long, and not at all the proportion of a normal person, but like two people spliced ​​together.

The moment this thought came up, Yang Xiao's heart "clicked" and he looked up. In the dim light, he could only vaguely see a very thick beam hidden in the dimness, facing the position where he was standing.

The spliced ​​figures, the pulled ropes, the friction sounds that were sometimes loud and sometimes small...: At this moment, all the conditions finally formed themselves in his mind.

That's right, right above his head, this guy was hanged in this room, right in front of the screen!

Yang Xiao suppressed his fear and took a small step to the right. The next second, the friction sound of the rope sounded again, and the shadow on the wall behind the lantern instantly split into two. Yang Xiao remained motionless, and the upper half seemed to have lost its fulcrum and was teetering in mid-air.

A chill instantly rushed up from the soles of his feet, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Yang Xiao was very sure that he had really walked through the gates of hell. The hanged ghost was constantly trying to step on his shoulders from above. Once both feet stepped firmly and extinguished the two yang fires on his shoulders, he would be dead here today.

Sure enough, Xiang Fengchen's reminder before leaving was right. The closer it got to the end, the more difficult these ghost substitutes became, and he almost fell into it.

Take out half of the ashes from the paper bag and throw it upwards. Sure enough, a figure emerges in the air.

This is a servant in gray clothes, thin, with two legs standing upright in the air, hanging down weakly,

The instep is stretched straight, and the toes are pointed downward.

This person's head is hanging straight down, coupled with the bloodshot eyes and the dead face, just looking at it makes people feel suffocated.

The dead face is full of resentment, as if it is not enough for him to die here, and he must drag all the people who come here to be buried with him.

This is another ghost substitute, Yang Xiao does not feel that it is very surprising, the real ancestor is still hidden in this attic.

Take all the things, leave the room, close the door with your backhand, Yang Xiao looks up at the two rooms opposite, the two doors are closed, which reminds him of the night when he first came here.

Without further hesitation, he walked towards the door on the left and pushed it gently. The door opened. It was not locked. He looked inside with the lantern in hand. The area inside was not large and the layout was very simple. There was a set of wooden tables and chairs, a dressing table placed against the wall, two large wardrobes placed separately, and a large wooden bed at the innermost.

The wooden bed seemed familiar. There was a plain curtain slowly draped over it, covering the bed tightly.

There was no lighting in the room, and with only the lantern in Yang Xiao's hand, he could not see if there was anything hidden on the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiao stepped into the door without touching anything. He was alert to the surroundings while approaching the bed.

Except for the occasional creaking sound of the loose floor under his feet, there was silence around him. Yang Xiao's heartstrings were tense, his ears were erected, and he was paying attention to the movement outside the door.

Yang Xiao also briefly checked the area he passed by. The things in this room were all very exquisite in terms of workmanship and materials. Yang Xiao could almost conclude that the ancestor had lived here for a long time.

Finally, he walked to the bed. Yang Xiao first confirmed that there was nothing wrong behind him, then looked under the bed, and finally slowly reached out his hand and used the hand holding the incense to push aside the hanging plain curtain.

The curtain was much thicker than Yang Xiao thought, and there was more than one layer. After opening the first layer, Yang Xiao took a breath of cold air, and a human figure vaguely appeared inside.

Judging from the posture, he was sitting on the bed, facing Yang Xiao, and this person was also covered with a very thick quilt, a big red quilt, wrapping himself in it, revealing only a deformed big head.

At this moment, it would be a lie to say that he was not afraid, but once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. Yang Xiao calmed his mind and silently prayed for his sister to bless him. The lantern in his right hand had been quietly put down, replaced by a handful of ashes in his hand. As long as it was confirmed to be the ancestor, a handful of ashes would be sprinkled on its face.

Success or failure depends on this move.

The next second, as the last curtain was slowly pulled open, the contents inside became clear. It was a thick quilt piled up in the shape of a human. The texture of the quilt itself was relatively hard, and there was a strange mask on the "head" part.

There was a gap in the middle of the quilt, and it could be seen that it was empty. This scene gave Yang Xiao an indescribable feeling, as if a monster had just shed its shell here.

Out of caution, Yang Xiao did not touch it directly with his hands. He picked up the lantern and poked the mask with the lantern pole. Sure enough, the mask lost its support and rolled onto the bed in the next second. At the same time, a fishy smell like a rotting dead fish suddenly spread.

Holding back the stench, Yang Xiao widened his eyes. He noticed that there were some secretions like pus and blood left in the mask. In addition, there were some thin fragments that flashed in the darkness.

Wrapping his hands with a piece of cloth, Yang Xiao used his hands to buckle, and soon, a thin piece of scales like fish scales was buckled out of the mask.

But it is much larger than fish scales, and the texture is also very tough. When facing the light, it presents a strange golden color.

"Dragon...dragon scales?"