There is no moon tonight.
The sky is getting darker and night is coming.
The operatic music in the courtyard became much louder, and in the open space outside the mourning hall, dozens of people wearing white silk ribbons held paper money and put it into the fire pit little by little.
Jiang Yingbai's spine went cold when he saw it, "The funeral culture here is so complicated."
It didn't take long for the paper money to be burned. As if they had agreed, they quickly stood in three rows one by one. With a snap, everyone knelt down. Jiang Yingbai could clearly see them from the balcony, which was only 50 meters away from the yard. Expressions, without exception, of sadness and pain.
The person kneeling at the front was Wei Qin, whom Jiang Yingbai had met in the afternoon. He covered his face with his hands, his thin back twitched violently, and his whimpering sounds instantly reached Jiang Yingbai's ears.
The others seemed to be infected by him and cried.
There were cries all over the yard. Some people were wailing loudly, some were sniffling and sobbing, and some were twitching all over and letting out suppressed painful sighs.
Weird, Jiang Yingbai only thought it was weird, and couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that burial is so troublesome. Why are they crying?"
Jiang Yingbai had only heard that music would be played, paper money would be burned, and banquets would be eaten at the burial. She didn't know any other details. She had learned a lot today.
Wei Qin suddenly stood up and shouted to the kneeling people, "Not enough! Not enough! Cry more emotionally and say something to save father. Only then will father know how much we miss him!"
Jiang Yingbai suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's it, they are quite particular."
Now it seems that if this is a supernatural copy, the ghost must be the dead old man. There may be other hidden dangers in the old man's death, otherwise why would he attack his family.
Several people cried and talked about how good the old man was to them during his lifetime and how reluctant they were to let him go. The children kept shouting, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa..."
In this way, they cried until three o'clock in the morning before they stood up one after another and planned to leave. Jiang Yingbai admired them from the bottom of his heart.
Jiang Yingbai hadn't slept for more than 20 hours before crossing over. She insisted on a life attitude of struggling to survive until she died. After a game, she yawned and was about to go to bed. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was here.
Seeing that Jiang Yingbai was now tired and sleepy and yawning again and again, she patted her frozen face and stood up to go back to sleep.
"Meow~"
A faint cat meow suddenly sounded in his ears, and Jiang Yingbai subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.
In the darkness, a black cat stood on the wall next to the mourning hall. The black cat's small eyes were golden, very dazzling golden, not very shiny. Jiang Yingbai couldn't explain what he felt, but he just looked at it. The most impressive thing is its eyes.
Jiang Yingbai suddenly became energetic. How could she dare to sleep under such circumstances? Her eyes were locked on the black cat. The black cat jumped off the wall and hid in the darkness.
"What does it want to do? Is it waiting for them to leave?"
Jiang Yingbai's heart suddenly lifted when he thought of what Wei Ze said and his nervous tone.
"It won't really be resurrected, right?" Jiang Yingbai shook his head and rejected this ridiculous idea, "How can a person be resurrected so easily?"
After waiting for a while, all the people in the mourning hall had left, and the black cat also walked out of the darkness. Jiang Yingbai immediately summoned a clone, and the next second a person who looked exactly like Jiang Yingbai appeared in front of her, "This time If something is wrong, let the clone take a look."
She didn't dare take the risk herself.
In order to be efficient, Jiang Yingbai directly controlled the clone to jump off the balcony and quickly touched it.
Fengfenghuohuo followed the black cat into the mourning hall. There was no light in the mourning hall, only two white wax poles on the mourning platform gave off a faint light. Jiang Yingbai carefully looked at every place and corner of the mourning hall. There was no cat, but the black cat was missing. .
"I clearly saw it coming in, so how could it disappear? Did it lead me in on purpose?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Yingbai immediately looked at the door. The door was open and there was nothing outside.
Jiang Yingbai took a breath and said, "I thought the door would close by itself like in the novel."
Realizing that the black cat could not be found, Jiang Yingbai immediately controlled the clone and went back, "I'm so scared, I'd better go back."
Jiang Yingbai yawned and dove into bed, but she didn't intend to sleep, or she didn't dare to sleep. The disappearing black cat made her think something would happen tonight.
At four o'clock in the morning, Jiang Yingbai was lying on her back looking at the ceiling, drowsy, her head was dizzy, and she felt like she was about to die suddenly.
Maybe I was overthinking it, because nothing was going to happen tonight.
"Harmful," Jiang Yingbai sighed and moved his gaze to the window. The alarm bell blared instantly, and his confused brain became clearer.
The moonlight was thick outside the window.
In the cold moonlight through the window, a dark figure could be clearly seen standing there. Jiang Yingbai stared intently, his hands carefully moving the quilt covering him for fear of making any noise.
The black shadow's body shook. Jiang Yingbai became more and more nervous and moved a lot faster. A black leg walked through the wall and the black shadow quickly rushed towards the bed.
Jiang Yingbai was so frightened that he rolled out of bed and quickly got up, "Why can this damn thing go through the wall?"
The black shadow climbed up from the bed. Under the moonlight, the man had a pale and wrinkled face, his eyes were empty. Jiang Yingbai became even more frightened after seeing clearly. Isn't this Wei Ze's dead grandfather? Jiang Yingbai wasn't Dare you think how he got here.
"Really resurrected? No, no, no, this is a ghost!"
He raised his hands and pounced on Jiang Yingbai again. His nails were black and sharp. Jiang Yingbai had no doubt that this thing could cut her throat.
"Wait! Something's wrong, this progress is too weird. Shouldn't the final boss start after I collect all the clues? Why did he come directly to the door?!"
In Jiang Yingbai's view, this new person's copy is that Wei Ze's grandfather was unwilling to be killed by this family, and became a ghost and wanted Wei Ze to help him kill them all.
Normally speaking, the player should collect clues during the day to unearth the truth step by step, then entrust the client to help the grandfather get revenge, and then influence the irrational grandfather. The old man's soul can rest in peace, and scare the player a few times during the process, and the copy ends.
Obviously the plot doesn't develop like this, and it's no wonder Jiang Yingbai thinks so, mainly because the novels she has read before have developed this way.
Jiang Yingbai nimbly jumped to the side to avoid his attack again, and his mind was running rapidly and he immediately formulated a plan.
Jiang Yingbai's clone suddenly appeared behind the black shadow. Her clone could appear anywhere within one meter of herself.
The clone covered his eyes with one arm and choked his throat with the other. Jiang Yingbai was not used to controlling two bodies at the same time, so the clone did nothing except increase its strength and refused to let go.
The black shadow bent over and tried to throw the clone forward, while inserting sharp nails into the clone's arm. The pain spread from the clone to Jiang Yingbai, and Jiang Yingbai almost dropped the knife in his hand.
This knife was worn in the stall on the first day. Obviously the master also thought that physical attacks were better.
"Wow, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? You actually want to kill a child."
Jiang Yingbai kicked the black shadow, and her body fell backwards in coordination. She swore that she used the greatest strength in her life in these two blows.
The black shadow stumbled and fell backwards. Jiang Yingbai tightened his grip on the dagger and stabbed the heart fiercely. The black shadow stopped struggling immediately. Jiang Yingbai was afraid that he was not dead. He raised and stabbed repeatedly, probably repeating it. It took seven or eight times for Jiang Yingbai to stop. The fear of killing a life surged into his heart.
"Did I kill someone?"
After all, Jiang Yingbai is just a dark two-dimensional person who stays at home every day. She has never even experienced severe beatings from society, let alone killing people.
Looking at the clean dagger, "No, I don't. There is no blood, he is not a human being."
Jiang Yingbai is now very glad that he took the dagger away and carries it with him.
"Why did he kill me? Did he want me to die for him? Is he a ghost? But ghosts can't be killed with a dagger. Is he some kind of monster?"
Doubts occupied Jiang Yingbai's head. She gasped and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, "It's better to deal with this corpse first and then think about other things."
After wrapping the black shadow in a sheet, Jiang Yingbai did not dare to put the black shadow back into the coffin. She was afraid that he would come back to life and carry out a sneak attack at night, so she asked the clone to throw the black shadow into the big lake in the yard.
"Why isn't the mission over yet? Are there other monsters here?"
After much thought, Jiang Yingbai couldn't find a reasonable explanation, but since he could be killed physically, there was nothing to worry about.
She took a breath and lay down on the bed again, sleepiness welling up in her heart. She really couldn't hold on any longer. She glanced at the clone Jiang Yingbai standing at the head of the bed and fell asleep peacefully.
