The female corpse in the photo has something extra on her hands.
"It's a doll!" Qin Yin shouted.
In the photo, there is an extra doll wearing a red cloth shirt.
"But her hand is obviously empty..." The fool frowned and his expression became serious, "Where did the doll go?"
Jasmine squinted her eyes at this time, holding the candle and looking at the photo, "Why does this doll... look a bit like the one in my hand?"
In Jasmine's arms, she was holding the red rag doll that was stained with some dust.
"Ah..." Qiao Nian showed a look of realization and happily pointed at the female corpse and said, "Moli, this is you, you are dead too."
Subtext, finally I'm not the only one dying.
"It seems that this is the room of Master Wusheng Sheng," the Taoist priest looked around. "She was worshiping something during her lifetime. After her death, she brought the doll into the coffin... What will happen to the doll? ?”
Jasmine didn't listen to what the Taoist priest said. After recognizing that the doll was her own in the photo, her eyes changed slightly when she looked at the doll. Instead, she pinched the hem of its clothes with two fingers.
"Let's put the photo in the frame first." Xiaolan stuck her head out and said.
The Taoist priest agreed, turned his head and stuffed the photo into the gap at the top of the frame. The thin piece of paper flickered and slid into the frame.
Several people quickly turned their heads.
"Is there any movement Baomu?"
Baomu's ears twitched, "Nothing happened... Xiaolan's stomach growled. Are you hungry?"
Xiaolan covered her stomach in embarrassment, "I was so nervous this morning that I didn't eat...but I probably won't be able to eat now."
"Strange, shouldn't some mechanism be opened?"
Should have, but didn't.
"The photo was placed in the wrong place?" Qin Yin stared at the camera.
The Taoist priest clicked the shutter on the female corpse a few more times, but no more pictures came out.
"Only this one."
"There must be other steps," Jasmine waved the hand holding the doll, "Let's keep looking."
"Molly," the fool looked at the doll, "How about... you put the doll in her arms?"
"That makes sense!"
When Jasmine heard that she could throw away the doll, she quickly ran to the coffin and handed the doll to the female corpse.
The fool stretched his arms and adjusted the position of the doll.
"Well, that's what it looks like in the photo."
Still no movement.
"It's weird," Qin Yin crossed his arms, "Did the central controller fall asleep and forget to turn it on?"
The Taoist priest picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Hello, what is the next clue..."
"The clue is in the coffin, the clue is in the coffin."
"Guanzhong? Where? Oh, in the coffin."
Several people rushed back to the coffin.
Qiao Nian lay on the edge of the coffin, holding a candle and looking at it, and suddenly shouted, "Look! There is a picture on the side of the coffin!"
You really can't tell without looking carefully, but there are actually several sets of dark lines outlined on the inner wall of the coffin.
Five small candles were put together.
The first picture is very simple. It is a scrawled rectangle. Behind the square is a circle, and there is a small circle inside the circle. The picture behind the circle can vaguely be seen as a human figure.
"This square shape is the photo frame, right? The human shape is...is this the female corpse?"
"What about the round shape?" Qiao Nian scratched his chin.
Qin Yin suddenly remembered something and took two steps back to the desk, "It's this inkstone!"
In the center of the circular inkstone is a small circle of ink pool.
"Photo frame, inkstone, female corpse..."
Jasmine leaned out half of her body and pushed the NPC playing her corpse inside. Under the pattern, a line of small red characters was actually revealed.
"A little cool ink will bring back the soul."
"We need to bring her soul back!" Jasmine raised her head.
"Be more rigorous," Qin Yin nodded, "I want you to regain your soul."
"..."
Qin Yin reached out and dipped some ink, turned around and asked, "Where should I put some ink?"
"There seems to be something black on this little person's head." Baomu reached out and wiped it, but it was not wiped off. "Sister Xiaoyin, try tapping it on her forehead."
"okay!"
Qin Yin stretched out his black hand towards the NPC in the coffin. The second before his fingers touched her forehead, the NPC suddenly turned his head to the other side.
"Eh? Little sister, why don't you cooperate?"
Qin Yin said that he started from the other side, but the npc turned his face away again.
The intercom rang, and the central control voice said helplessly, "Just point the ink on the photo frame."
Let our NPCs go.
"oh."
The moment the ink dots were printed on the photo frame, there was a thud, and the creature in the coffin finally sat up.
Although everything that had just happened had somewhat spoiled the atmosphere, Xiaolan was still frightened and took a step back.
"Look! Jasmine!" Qin Yin pointed at the female corpse, "You're cheating!"
Jasmine looked like she wanted to eat someone.
The female corpse sat upright in the coffin, her head hung low on her chest, her face was obscured by her messy hair, and she was still holding the doll in her hand.
"There is a letter here," Qiao Nian, who was standing behind the female corpse, pointed to the back of the female corpse, "it's stuck in her lower back."
Jasmine pulled the letter over, but the female corpse still didn't move.
Everyone opened the envelope and read it.
"In the first lunar month, at Hai hour, the incense on the altar is extinguished, which is a great disaster.
I estimate that this is the moment for me to return to my original home.
The moment of death is the final reckoning of life for all things. Everyone, please wish yourselves good luck.
The spiritual energy of all living things can transform into a ray of lonely soul. If you are really helpless, you can follow the method attached in the letter to lead my lonely soul into the big soul. Just a few words can also be used for other purposes. "
There is also a line of red text on the back of the letter.
"Drums, carillons, cups, and dreams begin to appear around the coffin."
"Alas -" Qin Yin sighed, "After recruiting the big soul, I have to recruit the little soul. Besides, why can't she speak more clearly?"
Baomu's eyes lit up, he turned around and knelt down, picked up a jingling thing from the ground, and shook it, "Is this a bell?"
It was a big black bell, so dark that it blended into the background, but the crisp sound was unmistakable.
"Then let's go find the other four things." The Taoist leader directed.
The things were hidden among the objects placed in the corners on both sides. It was not difficult to find them. After a while, bells, small waist drums, old clocks, yueqins and a broken bowl were placed next to the coffin.
"Surround the coffin," Jasmine held up the bell, "and put it on this platform in the order of the poems..."
Five things were placed on the circular platform next to the coffin at the same time. Suddenly, the sound of bones rubbing against each other was heard in the coffin.
"Cluck...cluck..."
The female corpse moved.
"Cough cough cough..." She coughed three times weakly.
Xiaolan hid behind Qin Yin again.
"Wenya...is it Wenya?..."
Her voice was hoarse as if it came from a broken tape recorder.
Xiaolan trembled.
Qin Yin moved very quickly and quickly pulled out Xiaolan behind him.
"It's Wenya, it's Wenya," Qin Yin pushed her, "What are your orders?"
"Wenya..." The female corpse raised her right hand tremblingly, as if to touch Xiaolan, "You are finally here..."
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