"Clang!"
The crisp sound is particularly harsh in the small ear chamber.
The sound was like a rat knocking something to the ground, but they certainly wouldn't believe there were rats in this cemetery.
This sound must be caused by supernatural forces.
The two looked at each other, hesitating. Although they were all curious, no one wanted to test it out.
"What is that?" Jiang Yan asked.
"I don't know." Liu Ming's tone was cold, and it didn't look like he was lying.
"I don't know? Haven't you been hiding here for a long time? Don't you still know the basic situation of this ear chamber?" Jiang Yan said helplessly.
"I did hide here for a while, but it was so dark that I had no ability to explore." Liu Ming explained, with a hint of meaning in his words.
Jiang Yan immediately understood that this guy wanted to explore the way because he had a glowing ghost.
"Think of me as a flashlight? My ghost is not that cheap." Jiang Yan sneered.
"Otherwise, your ghost will shine." Liu Ming smiled, then suddenly said in a serious tone,
"Of course I don't mean to underestimate your mischief. On the contrary, your mischief is very interesting."
"Interesting? What kind of comment is this..." Jiang Yan frowned slightly.
"There are many types of ghosts, but there are very few glowing ghosts. Because the abilities of ghosts represent terror and despair, but your ghosts represent light. Do you understand what I mean?" Liu Ming's scarlet eyes became blurred.
"After all that, let me go in the end." Jiang Yan sighed helplessly.
"I'm not asking you to do it, but only you can do it." Liu Ming corrected.
"Only I can do it? If I hadn't seen ghost cigarettes, I would really believe it. You should still have a lot of ghost cigarettes now, right?" Jiang Yan glanced at him.
"Hmph, all my ghost cigarettes were used up in the fog of the ancestral hall." Liu Ming said leisurely.
"Hmph." Jiang Yan sneered. This Liu Ming is full of big talk, stingy and afraid of death. Is this the alternate captain of the headquarters?
He couldn't help but be a little disappointed with the so-called captain's plan.
But now is not the time to worry about this. The source of the sound just now must be clarified. After all, this ear chamber can be regarded as the only safe place at present.
This ear chamber must be protected to ensure its absolute safety.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan strengthened his determination and walked towards the corner of the ear room with the second group of ghosts.
"Follow me too." Jiang Yan turned around and ordered him.
"Humph." Liu Ming sneered and followed quietly with gentle footsteps.
In the dim ghostly light, the two of them could clearly see the situation in the corner of the ear room.
Some dusty bottles and cans were placed haphazardly, which seemed to be burial objects.
Among them, a dark red pottery jar is particularly eye-catching.
The pottery jar is about the size of a trash can. Its surface is rough and dark red, and you can smell the smell of blood from a distance.
There is no doubt that the dark red color of the pottery jar is left by blood.
The lid of the pottery jar fell to the ground, and there was a hole in it.
Because the contact with the ground was unstable, the cover shook slightly.
"It seems that the sound just now was caused by the lid falling. This pottery jar should be a supernatural object." Liu Ming analyzed.
"Well, that's true." Jiang Yan nodded.
I have to admit that Liu Ming's experience and judgment are very powerful, and they are not on the same level as Feng An.
"There's also a diary here!"
Suddenly, Jiang Yan pointed to the corner and said, a shabby little book was hidden among the bottles and jars.
Liu Ming was also surprised, but after the surprise, he immediately leaned over and picked up the diary.
Jiang Yan on the side couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this. Is this Liu Ming really not afraid of death? He dared to pick up the diary directly.
Isn't he so afraid of triggering any supernatural phenomena? After all, there is a supernatural object in front of me.
However, Liu Ming really picked up the diary, and nothing happened.
Jiang Yan frowned slightly when he saw this, and had a guess in his mind.
Maybe Liu Ming's scarlet eyes can identify danger?
His guess was well-founded. After all, Liu Ming could successfully go deep into the ancestral hall alone, which meant that he should have some way of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck.
"Shuisha..."
Liu Ming flipped the diary, frowned slightly, and after a while, he threw it to Jiang Yan.
"Is there no useful information?" Seeing him give up so decisively, Jiang Yan was a little surprised.
"No, it's too dark to see clearly." Liu Ming said in a cold tone.
Jiang Yan frowned slightly.
…
Ignoring this weird thing, Jiang Yan began to carefully look at the diary in his hand.
The paper was old and curled, the cover and first few pages were much torn, and many of the pages were stained with blood.
"Shuisha..."
He turned it over carefully, and Liu Ming on the side also came over to take a closer look.
After turning over a dozen pages, Jiang Yan frowned slightly.
The words on these papers seemed to be written in blood, and the writing was particularly ugly. Every stroke fell in an unexpected place, twisted and weird.
This word looks like it was written by someone who has never learned to write, or it is not written by a person at all.
The words in blood have been blurred, and the words have merged into a ball, making it difficult to see clearly what is written on it.
After flipping through more than twenty pages, the bloody words were gone, and everything behind them was blank.
The two were stunned for a moment, feeling a little disappointed.
Jiang Yan frowned slightly and turned to the last page.
Fortunately.
There are many words on the last page, and the handwriting is handsome and neat, obviously written by humans.
The two of them couldn't wait to read it, but the first sentence at the beginning frightened them:
"My name is Xin Zhao. When you see this book, I will have already revived."
"The ghost has revived? It seems that this is a message left by a ghost master before his death." Jiang Yan said with sharp eyes. This kind of information left before death is of greater value.
The two of them continued to look down, seeming to be shocked by the content above, and their expressions gradually solidified.
"My name is Xin Zhao. When you see this book, I will have already revived."
"We tried all possible means, but the plan failed. The real Hongyue Village was not imprisoned, it escaped."
"Fortunately, we nipped the bud when the supernatural invaded, and our efforts won peace for the next few decades."
"But this cannot be said to be lucky, because supernatural incidents will come back again in the future, and they will be more serious than now."
"After I die, the balance here will be out of control, peace will end, and supernatural events will no longer be controllable."
"You should have been brought in by that thing. I revived that thing and fed it my consciousness, hoping that one day it would choose me. Of course, I left its most important puzzle piece here, and it can't leave here. "
"After you go out, remember two things. One, collect more gold, and two, don't get close to the fog."
"I thought I could create a new path, but I still failed. It seems that Qi Tianming was right. There is no third choice between humans and ghosts."
"Note: I don't know where the exit of Gongyue Village is now. If you are too weak to leave here, you can seek help from the ghost vat. It can tell you the answer."
“But don’t start a transaction unless you have to, because once you start, you can’t stop...”
