In a deep forest in Dajing City, there are countless tall trees that maintain a good original ecology.
In the deep forest, there is a path connecting to a place further inside. There is no end as far as the eye can see. The forest is very dark, and the sunlight rarely shines into it. It is completely blocked by tall trees.
Looking deeper along the path, a very large courtyard courtyard of the Republic of China appears. It seems to have been located here for a long time, and its appearance is a bit old.
White lanterns hang on both sides of the door, and the wooden door is painted with black paint, which has lost its luster because of its age.
Deeper in the courtyard, there were two black coffins placed in the lobby, one of which was empty and the other was tightly closed.
In addition to the two coffins, there are two Taishi chairs placed in the middle of the lobby. There are many half-person tall paper figures placed around them. The paper figures are painted with simple makeup, which is a bit weird.
The paper man who had been silent suddenly moved his neck, and then began to twist. Outside the lobby, an old man with a stooped body and a black body slowly walked over. His limbs were stiff, and there were patches of scary hair on his body. Human corpse spots.
Wearing a long gown and vest, the skin on his face was wrinkled and looked extremely dry. His white eyes had some spots and he walked into the lobby with his eyes half open.
The paper figures in the lobby seemed to come to life and resumed their actions one after another. However, when the old man walked in, they all stood aside again, as if they were afraid of the old man.
The old man squinted his eyes slightly, put his dry hands on the coffin, and began to push the coffin lid outward. The coffin lid was very heavy, but the old man's hand strength was amazing, and he pushed it halfway open in a short time.
A beautiful woman was revealed, with a very peaceful face, light cherry red lips, and a somewhat pale face. She placed her hands on her abdomen as if she was asleep.
The old man gradually pushed open the coffin lid, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud, revealing the entire woman's figure.
The beautiful woman looks to be only eighteen or nineteen in appearance. She is wearing a red wedding dress, which is very bright red in color, and a pair of beautiful flower shoes on her feet.
The old man was waiting quietly beside him. After a long time, the woman lying in the coffin suddenly opened her eyes, stood up slowly and looked around blankly.
Outside the mansion, Yang Jian looked at the surrounding environment with a vigilant face. For some reason, his expression seemed to be in a trance. When he came back to his senses again, the scene in front of him had changed greatly.
The originally pale lantern turned as red as blood, and a pair of couplets were pasted on the door. It looked extremely festive, and the whole style seemed to have changed, revealing a strange feeling.
The ghost eyes began to move uncontrollably. Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he secretly sighed that something was wrong.
He tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, but it still did not reduce his sense of crisis by half. The Fengting Courtyard of the Republic of China in front of him seemed to him no more dangerous than the haunted house and the old tomb he encountered before. The feeling should be weak.
After taking a look at the red marriage certificate in his hand, the paper was as bright as blood and the writing was as black as ink. Yang Jian's face darkened and he hesitated.
"The marriage certificate, the woman in the wedding dress in the Republic of China photo, and the old house in front of her, could it be a marriage in the Republic of China? Wait... what is that sound?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, listening carefully to the weak voice.
It seems to be... a suona sound?
Did it come from inside the house?
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and gradually approached the door of the old house. He had no choice but to go here to solve the curse. If he was lucky, he should be able to come out alive.
When he approached the door, he suddenly discovered that there was a pale paper man standing on both sides of the door. The paper man was only the size of a child, with a smile on his face, as if to congratulate him.
"All this... is so weird." Yang Jian's pupils shrank slightly, and he focused on the door. He stretched out his ghost hand to touch the door, and then slowly pushed it open after nothing seemed strange.
A crunch.
The door was slowly pushed open.
Yang Jian walked in with a somewhat stiff pace, the moment he entered.
boom!
With a bang, the door closed.
