Quick Wear: I and the Female Match Share the Battle Shirt

Chapter 197 Infinite Flow Female Supporting Character (13)

Just when Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief, the sound of heavy objects being dragged was heard in the yard again. This time it was very clear, as if it was right next to his ear.

Huangmao's face suddenly changed, and his heart, which had just calmed down, instantly rose to his throat again. He stood up with a kitchen knife in his hand and quickly closed the door of the ancestral hall, then bolted the door tightly.

This was almost his subconscious action. He no longer cared about the rules of the game at this moment. He was about to die, so why did he change to the big-headed ghost's incense?

The wooden door was slammed shut. Huangmao closed one eye and looked out through the gap between the two doors.

The yard was pitch black without the light, and Huangmao could only see the faint shadow of the coffin.

Button, button, button——

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Huangmao was so scared that he fell to the ground with a cry.

Button, button, button——

The knocks on the door came in a very regular pattern, and each knock seemed like a heavy hammer hitting Huangmao's heart.

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva, held the kitchen knife tightly with both hands, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who... who?"

There was no echo outside, only the sound of "knock knock knock".

The wind was blowing outside the door. Although the ancestral hall had no windows, the whimpering sound of the wind could be heard through the crack in the door, like the howling of a human or the hissing of a wild cat in heat.

The face under the yellow hair was pale, and his whole body began to tremble with fear.

There was a crackling sound from the incandescent lamp above his head, and the yellow-haired man screamed in fright. He held the kitchen knife in both hands, closed his eyes, buried his head in his knees, and cursed loudly.

The older generation always says that ghosts are afraid of bad people, so if you meet a ghost, you should curse loudly, as harshly as possible, and this will scare the ghost away.

Huangmao was desperate and tried every possible means to cure his illness, so he started cursing wildly.

A few minutes later, Huangmao came back to his senses from his fright. He closed his mouth that was spewing feces, opened his eyes, held his breath and listened carefully to the movements around him.

The sound of the wind outside the door stopped, the knocking on the door stopped, and even the incandescent light above my head stopped flickering.

gone?

The yellow-haired man took a deep breath, suddenly raised his head, and was stunned for a moment.

Huangmao opened his eyes wide, and what he saw was not the brown wooden door, but a rough black waterfall.

Looking up along the black hair, a pale ghost face with blood coming out of all seven orifices was hanging upside down above the yellow-haired head. The yellow-haired man's terrified face was reflected in the ghost girl's dark pupils.

With a "clang", the kitchen knife in the yellow-haired man's hand fell to the ground, and the female ghost suppressed the terrified scream in her throat with her hand.

The night passed quickly and the roosters in the village began to crow one after another.

Lu Changqing opened his eyes from the bed and turned to look out the window.

The sun rises especially early in the summer. When Xin Yi was awakened by the crowing of a rooster, the first thing she did after opening her eyes was to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table to check the time.

5:23 am.

There was a noise coming from the bed, Xin Yi turned around and found that it was Lu Changqing getting up.

The moment the light was turned on, Xin Yi's pupils shrank, "Your clothes!"

Lu Changqing looked down at his clothes in confusion. They were as clean as new, and the bloodstains on his white T-shirt had disappeared without a trace.

Lu Changqing was not too surprised. This was obviously the app's fault. They were going to stay here for seven days. It was summer now. They had no luggage and no clothes to change. If it were like in the real world, they would stink in two days.

Lu Changqing heard the sound of the door opening and closing next door, and said to Xin Yi: "The people next door are up too, let's go out quickly."

The two of them didn't take off their clothes or pants when they went to bed at night, they only took off their shoes.

Xin Yi got up from the bed, put on her sneakers, and followed Lu Changqing out the door.

Several other people also noticed the abnormality of Lu Changqing's clothes and asked what was going on. Lu Changqing explained it to them, and then they went out and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Everyone knew that Huangmao was probably in great danger, and no one wanted to stay in that haunted place for long. If Huangmao was still alive, he would probably run out of the ancestral hall and run to the village chief's house as soon as he heard the first crow of the rooster.

When everyone arrived outside the ancestral hall, they found the gate was closed and a faint smell of blood wafted out from inside.

"Oh no! Something happened!" Xin Yi reached out and anxiously knocked on the wooden door, shouting Huangmao's name loudly.

The middle-aged man looked at everyone and said, "Let's just climb over the wall. This wall doesn't look too high!"

"no!"

Xin Yi and Lin Yan stopped him in unison. After that, they looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

"Go find the village chief!"

The tall and thin man raised his hand and said, "I'll go call for help." Then he turned around and ran back where he came from.

The village chief was soon called in and found that the door had been bolted from the inside. He had no choice but to ask someone to climb over the wall to get in.

The wall was not high. Lin Yan pushed his feet, climbed to the top of the wall with both hands, and jumped to the top with one effort.

Lin Yan subconsciously looked in the direction of the ancestral hall. His eyesight was very good, and even though it was only dimly lit, he could see a person hanging above the coffin.

Xin Yi saw Lin Yan squatting on the wall and paused, and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

Lin Yan turned his head to glance at Xin Yi under the wall, pursed his lips, said nothing, turned around and jumped into the yard.

The door opened from the inside and everyone rushed in.

"F**k!"

The tall and thin man running in the front yelled and stopped where he was.

Lu Changqing and others also stopped and took a breath.

The village chief squeezed out from behind the crowd, not knowing why, and raised the flashlight in the direction where Lu Changqing and the others were looking.

At this time, the village chief was less than three meters away from the coffin. When he saw the person hanging from the beam, he shuddered and his wrinkled face changed color with fear.

“Death…death…death, death!”

The village chief's throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and he made a shrill sound that sounded like crying and laughing.

The village chief was so frightened that he was shaking all over and could hardly hold the flashlight in his hand. He ran towards the village in panic, shouting loudly that someone was dead. For a while, the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the village.

Lin Yan turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and walked towards the hanged man, and Lu Changqing and his group followed.

When everyone got closer and saw the front of the hanged man, the middle-aged man, the tall and thin man, and Chen Hao vomited directly.

The man's head was covered in blood and flesh, and his face could no longer be seen. There was a big hole in his stomach, and his intestines, heart, lungs, etc. were all over the floor.

Xin Yi covered her mouth and nose with her hands and carefully observed the internal organs on the ground. There was no steam, so it seemed that the man had been dead for some time.

"This man is not Huangmao, he is the man who died last night." Lin Yan said and looked at Lu Changqing.

Lu Changqing looked puzzled, "Why are you looking at me? I did kill the man, but I didn't hang him. I went to sleep as soon as I got home last night. If you don't believe me, ask Xin Yi."

Xin Yi nodded, proving that what Lu Changqing said was true.

The tall and thin man asked, "Where did the yellow-haired guy go?"

Lin Yan stretched out his hand and pushed the closed door of the ancestral hall next to him. The door opened with a creaky sound, and he saw a corpse kneeling on the ground facing the coffin.