Following the direction of the water flow, Yu Chengmu finally stopped in front of the very thick white candle.
It is the one that the watchman emphasized.
"Dong
The bell rang again, but this time, Jiang Cheng stared at his phone with a strange expression on his face. Then he stood up, walked quickly towards the door, and looked out through the crack in the door.
The fat man couldn't help but ask: "Doctor, what did you find?"
"The time doesn't match up." Jiang Cheng said without turning around: "The time you clocked twice was about half an hour. Lei Mingyu, who ranked second, was about the same, but Yu Chengmu's time interval was 44 minutes."
"So long?" Fatty was a little surprised, and quickly explained after recalling: "I have observed the incense sticks, and each stick is similar. There is no reason why Yu Chengmu's incense burns for so long longer than ours.
"Well, so what did he do in the mourning hall alone in the extra time?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the fat man, with a hint of worry on his expression.
"Dong
Another bell rings.
Pang Xiaofeng stepped into the door of the mourning hall. His steps were frivolous and he looked around nervously. Lei Mingyu had briefly explained the layout of the mourning hall to him after he returned. Fortunately, there was no big problem.
He took a deep breath and prepared to follow Lei Mingyu's instructions. After lighting the incense, he would sit in front of the incense burner and not listen, look or care about anything he encountered.
Yes, that’s it!
Shivering, Pang Xiaofeng took the incense to the thickest candle and lit it, then inserted it into the incense burner. Pang Xiaofeng started the meditation mode.
At this moment, he couldn't calm down in his mind. When he came here just now, he bumped into Yu Chengmu. Chen Hao had confessed that this old guy was difficult to deal with, so he didn't even bother to say hello.
But the strange thing is that when he passed by, Yu Chengmu stared at him, and a strange smile appeared on his old face that looked like dry tree bark.
Recalling that smile, Pang Xiaofeng couldn't help but shudder.
"Yu Chengmu won't be replaced by a ghost, right?" Pang Xiaofeng suddenly had such an idea in his mind. He didn't have much experience, and the strange things in these missions were told to him by Chen Hao and the others. It was regarded as a surprise training.
He slowly reached into his pocket and grabbed his cell phone. If he really encountered something strange that he couldn't solve or couldn't understand, he would ask Chen Hao and the others for help.
Although Chen Hao had reminded him that the person on the other side of the phone was not necessarily a person.
Thinking of this, he touched deep into his pocket again. After touching a small hard object, his heart relaxed a little. It was left by the watchman for them, saying it was for critical moments. .
"Crunch
A series of strange sounds instantly brought him back to reality. Pang Xiaofeng swallowed and lowered his head, as if as long as he didn't look around, those messy things wouldn't come to him.
"Crunch
"Crunch
The sounds came one after another, like the sound of several people lining up and walking on the water-soaked floor.
Pang Xiaofeng's heart twitched violently. He didn't understand why such a terrifying scene was visualized in his mind. He raised his head and the voice came from behind the white curtain.
Lei Mingyu went back and told him that he also heard strange noises, but Pang Xiaofeng clearly remembered that he said there was only one sound, and after he ignored it, there was no more.
But why is it that when it's my turn, the strange noise keeps making, as if it won't stop until he passes by!
Pang Xiaofeng was afraid because he heard the sound gradually change and turned into a wet friction sound, just like the feeling of shoes that had been soaked for an unknown amount of time slowly rubbing on the ground.
And the distance is getting closer!
He wanted to turn around and run away, out of the mourning hall, and back to the wing to find his teammates, but his remaining sense told him not to. He was sure that as long as he left the mourning hall, even the gods could not save him.
Since you can't run away, then face it bravely. Pang Xiaofeng thought about the experience Chen Hao told him, and with a strong energy in his heart, he took out the small gadget given by the watchman and slowly approached the curtain.
Then he suddenly opened the cloth!
The most worrying scene in his mind did not appear, but what still made him look pale was that there were several large coffins lined up behind the statue. There were a lot of coffins, extending into the darkness.
At the same time, all the strange sounds disappeared.
Everything just happened seemed to be an auditory hallucination caused by excessive nervousness.
He slowly calmed down and began to look at the scene in front of him. The lid of the coffin was lifted aside, and the corpses inside were soaked into shape. Each corpse's face was covered with a piece of yellow paper.
The yellow paper was soaked with water, and the outline of the swollen face of the corpse underneath could be vaguely seen.
At first glance, the atmosphere is extremely strange.
Pang Xiaofeng glanced around, and suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that there was a slight reflection on the edge of the coffin, which seemed to be water. He did not dare to get too close, so he could not see clearly.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He compared the locations of water on the edge of the coffin and found that it was all near the hands of the corpse. Gradually, a bold guess exploded in his mind.
Could it be that the sound he heard just now was true? After these corpses lifted the lid of the coffin, they stood up holding the edge of the coffin with their hands, then stepped out of the coffin and walked behind the statue.
And when he opened the curtain, he lay back down again.
This idea is too scary, but Pang Xiaofeng thinks it is very possible!
If you want him to go back now and return to the incense burner as if nothing happened, that would definitely be deceiving himself. He was unwilling and did not dare to sit still and wait for death, so after a brief thought, he made a bold decision. He slowly He backed away, quickly took out his cell phone, took a photo of the coffin and the body inside, then turned around and ran away.
He ran to the statue of the god and knelt down without saying a word. He was kneeling in front of the thick white candle. This was the safest and brightest place in the mourning hall.
It is said that cameras can capture things that are invisible to the human eye. Pang Xiaofeng looked at the screen of his mobile phone with trembling hands, "Huh.__" He took a deep breath. Fortunately, the corpse above was lying in the coffin without any trace. He didn't even move, and he didn't even grin at him.
After careful consideration, Pang Xiaofeng sent this photo to Chen Hao and asked him to check if there was any problem.
After receiving the photo, Chen Hao and the other three didn't see the problem, but after all, Lei Mingyu had never been behind the statue, let alone the coffin, so they didn't know if anything had changed in the past.
"I haven't heard too many strange noises before. Something is wrong with Xiaofeng." Lei Mingyu frowned.
"Apart from you and Xiaofeng, only Wang Fugui and Yu Chengmu have been to the mourning hall." Du Moyu also looked worried, "Yu Chengmu can't be trusted. I suggest you contact Wang Fugui and ask him. Do you know those coffins?"
Chen Hao was a man of action and immediately dialed the number left by Jiang Cheng.
But as soon as he called, he was hung up instantly.
Hit again, then hang up.
It wasn't until the third time that Chen Hao sent a message before getting through, but even then, there was no word on the other end of the phone, not even a faint breath could be heard.
After a lot of pushing and pulling, Chen Hao finally added Jiang Cheng’s WeChat message, “Mr. Jiang, our people are in trouble at the mourning hall. Please ask Mr. Wang if the coffin lid behind the mourning hall was opened from the beginning. ?”
"Yes, they are open." Jiang Cheng replied, "And there are corpses in every coffin."
Chen Hao finally felt relieved and quickly replied to Pang Xiaofeng in the mourning hall.
"Wait a minute." Du Moyu, who was standing aside, took Chen Hao's cell phone. After thinking about it, he sent the photo directly. Chen Hao's face suddenly changed when he saw it: "What are you doing? Are you doing this? Let them misunderstand, and you know if there is something wrong with this photo, if there is a curse or something like that, aren't you harming them too?"
Du Moyu is used to writing about supernatural beings. He has no need for emotion. He just wants his friends to survive.
Jiang Cheng was stunned when he saw the photo. Before he could react, the fat man had already come up to him, staring at the photo and tapping his chin. "Doctor, yes, that's what I saw. I... hmm?" The fat man looked like He noticed something strange, frowned, and gradually moved his face closer to the screen, but the next second, the fat man's pupils shrank sharply, and he took a step back.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng stood up.
"Doctor!" The fat man pointed at the screen tremblingly, his face turned pale, "Those corpses...there's something wrong with those corpses, the direction is wrong!"
"direction?"
"That's right! I remember that the head of the corpse was facing the statue, but in the photo, it was the feet, and the feet were facing the statue!" The fat man's voice was shaking, "The corpse. The corpse turned around in the coffin!"
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