After keeping watch all night, Qin Ming had already fallen asleep, and Yang Jian was still holding on. Finally, when dawn came, Yang Jian's eyes were covered with red threads, and he was exhausted. Even a hard-core man couldn't stand this. Fortunately, he is not a complete person.
After a while, Qin Ming also woke up.
Qin Ming, who had just woken up, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes and yawned. Then he glanced at Yang Jian and was startled.
"Damn it, Yang Jian, why are you like this?"
After saying that, he looked at the coffin. It was normal that there was no abnormal movement, which showed that Yang Jian's guess was correct.
"Your guess is right, the ghost did not come out." Qin Ming squinted his eyes slightly and said
Yang Jian nodded, then stood up and walked into the coffin, "I still can't figure out why the ghost codenamed Sick Ghost last night deliberately brought out all the ghost masters to gather together."
Qin Ming glanced at his actions, and his eyes stayed on the body bag. "You want to imprison it now? I don't think it is possible."
"Oh? Why?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. Although what Qin Ming said was unlikely, he felt that what Qin Ming said was affirmative.
"Intuition is just my intuition." Qin Ming yawned and shrugged.
Before Yang Jian could speak, Qin Ming looked outside alertly, "There's someone coming outside, pay attention." Then a dark red light flashed, and Qin Ming disappeared.
Yang Jian was slightly startled when he saw this. He didn't expect Qin Ming to run so fast.
"Why is he running away?" Yang Jian asked doubtfully
At this moment, five or six villagers in the village, wearing sackcloth and mourning, suddenly appeared outside the gate.
The villagers were stunned when they looked at Yang Jian.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
An old man said: "Get out, get out. This is not a place for you city dwellers to play. You dare to mess around in the mourning hall. Be careful, I will break your legs."
"..."
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and after a while he understood why Qin Ming ran away. Seeing the unkind expressions of the people in front of him, especially the hot-tempered old man in front of him, Yang Jian suddenly felt a headache.
Then they started cheating for a while, and finally settled them with money.
After finishing it, Yang Jian walked out. As soon as he came out, he saw Qin Ming leaning on one wall and looking at the other, his face suddenly darkened.
"Qin Ming, you run quite fast." Yang Jian said angrily.
"Ah, Brother Leg, why are you still worrying about this?" Qin Ming said with a smile.
Just when Yang Jian was about to say something, a call came from his satellite positioning mobile phone. It was his operator Liu Xiaoyu.
Qin Ming listened to their conversation and had some ideas in his mind.
"Yang Jian, how was the chat?"
Yang Jian said with an ugly face: "It's not very good. The portrait keeps changing. It's very strange."
At this time, Yang Jian's mobile phone received an email, which was sent to him by Liu Xiaoyu. It was a picture.
Yang Jian couldn't wait to open the email. When he saw it for the first time, his eyes suddenly shrank and he almost jumped up from the ground.
"This, how could this be like this? How is it possible?"
Qin Ming was slightly stunned by Yang Jian's performance, and felt a little surprised, so he stepped forward to take a look. After the first glance, his eyes froze and he frowned slightly.
Archives of supernatural events in Huanggang Village, Dachang City. Continuing to scroll down, some relevant information began to appear:
On a certain month of a certain year... a supernatural incident occurred in Huanggang Village, Dachang City, and the entire village disappeared overnight.
Below is a satellite image.
On the satellite image, all the buildings at the location of the village, as well as the surrounding villagers, were completely empty.
In the middle of the village, something appeared inexplicably.
A coffin.
The picture was very clear, and Yang Jian could even see the shape, color, and even some tiny details of the coffin.
This coffin is exactly the same as the one in the mourning hall in front.
The only difference is that the coffin placed in the center of the village in the picture is... open, and there is a vague figure standing next to it.
"That blurry figure is probably a ghost." Qin Ming thought to himself after reading the information.
Just when Qin Ming and Yang Jian were deep in thought, the sound of a car engine was heard, and the people from Xiaoqiang's Club arrived. Yes, they were not dead yet and were trapped in this village.
As soon as he got off the car, Zhang Han was excitedly talking about last night's situation.
"Yang Jian, you're okay? It's great. Something happened. The whole village was blocked by ghosts. We couldn't leave by car and had to return to the village. And just last night we were attacked by ghosts. I thought you were dead, but now it seems that we are unlucky, that ghost targeted us first, but fortunately we reacted in time, and the ghost did not succeed, otherwise another one would die."
Qin Ming just watched from the side, and those few people seemed to ignore him. He just watched Yang Jian and the others arguing, and even started to fight, and even took out their guns.
"Do I have such a low sense of existence?" Qin Ming thought to himself, twitching the corner of his mouth slightly.
After listening to them arguing for a while, Qin Ming felt a little bored. A dark red light flashed and disappeared, and even those few people didn't notice.
He planned to visit other parts of the village, maybe he would find something else.
He came to an ancestral hall. The interior was very shabby. It seemed that this ancestral hall had been abandoned for a long time, and almost no one came here to use it.
There was only a table, an incense burner, two burnt-out incense sticks, and one half-burned incense stick.
The table was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the ceiling was covered with cobwebs.
As soon as he walked in, Qin Ming frowned, covered his nose and looked around. There was a musty smell, and a... fishy smell.
Finally, Qin Ming's eyes fell on the half-burned incense stick.
"That incense seems to be no ordinary thing."
Under Qin Ming's doubtful gaze, he stepped forward. He cautiously covered his hand with black ghost blood, and finally pulled out the incense stick from the incense burner.
"This is ghost incense...!" Qin Ming's eyes were sharp. He felt something was wrong as soon as he bought it. It had a hint of supernatural aura. Half of the ghost incense was used, but why did it stop burning halfway.
Qin Ming was a little confused. When he was thinking doubtfully, he suddenly turned around and looked outside with a hint of solemnity.
"No, something happened outside. No, something happened to the whole village."
When Qin Ming walked out of the ancestral hall, he saw darkness outside. It felt very dim, and even his breath changed.
Just a moment later, Huanggang Village was completely shrouded in darkness.
Terror is coming~!
