The lights were dim and flickering, and a strange smell suddenly filled the mourning hall.

The smell of fragrant wax burning is mixed with a disgusting stench.

"Why is it so smelly?"

Zhang Jiao, who was standing next to the ice coffin, instinctively sniffed, raised his head to look at the flashing incandescent lamp, and then lowered his head to find the lines and plug-ins that were pulled over.

He thought that the plug was not inserted properly when the mourning hall was laid during the day, which caused poor contact and burned the wire on the plug board.

He didn't notice that Zhou Damiao, who was in the ice coffin, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of light in his dead eyes, staring straight at him who was constantly searching for the route.

The air conditioning in the ice coffin seemed to have leaked, spreading out from the coffin and constantly emitting out, making the entire mourning hall become more and more cold.

"The circuit is good, it's impossible for the voltage to be unstable in the middle of the night! Is the light bulb broken?"

Zhang Jiao held the socket and looked at the increasingly flickering light bulb, thinking about whether to change it first.

It seems a bit cold?

He subconsciously rubbed his exposed arms, without thinking about going any other direction, and did not feel that the scene in front of him became gloomy and terrifying, just like a sign of the attack of an evil ghost in a horror movie.

Zhang Jiao didn't see this scene before him. His family has opened a suffrage shop for four or five generations. After decades of cremation, when cremation was not popular, there was no coffin in his old courtyard house.

Under the dim tungsten wire lamp, a group of children were hiding and playing around in the rooms filled with wreaths and paper money, and no one was afraid of it. Zhang Jiao was even more used to these funeral items that looked unlucky and felt frightened when they touched them.

But just as he was about to go back to Miaozi's house to get a spare light bulb, an inadvertent look made his whole body tense up instantly. A chill mixed with the coldness of the outside world went straight from his tail bone to the Tianlinggu, making his hair stand up all over his body, and he was trembling in place.

"Seedlings...seedlings?"

The seedlings in the ice coffin had opened their eyes at some point, and a strange smile appeared on the face that had been cleaned up by the reunion master.

He stared at Zhang Jiao straight, and his silent pupils turned with Zhang Jiao's walking figure.

Zhang Jiao accidentally saw the scene of the eyeballs in Miaozi's eyes turning, and he was trembling in place.

He wanted to run away, but for some reason, his body did not respond at all and could not be used. He struggled hard, and even made waves of sob calls for help, but he could not get any response.

At some point, he was already lying on the transparent coffin lid of the ice coffin. Miaozi's round face became bigger and bigger in his eyes. As the air conditioner filled the air, Miaozi's smile became more and more strange.

A large amount of air conditioning spread out from the ice coffin and quickly penetrated the entire mourning hall, like thick fog, leaving only a gray area, and you can't see anything clearly.

A sound that seemed to be there, gloomy and slightly familiar with a little suddenly echoed in Zhang Jiao's heart.

"This is what you said!"

In an instant, Zhang Jiao felt as if he was strangled by a cold big hand and could not move. The cold wind blew through every inch of his body, as if something was in the mood to enter his body.

Cold, gloomy, painful, and panic, dismembered him layer by layer like a bone-cutting knife.

Gradually, his heart began to stop beating, and his body gradually turned blue and cold.

"Am I going to die now?"

As he died, Zhang Jiao was left with little consciousness. He seemed to see a vermilion-like gilded luster breaking out of Miaozi's body and coming towards him.

Then he fell into unconscious darkness.

Zhang Jiao didn't know that at this moment, countless vermilion-like gilded lusters were flowing through his whole body, as if chasing and driving away something, and outlining complex and mysterious spells.

These spells kept wandering around him and changing shapes, and finally gathered in his eyebrows to form an order composed of countless spells.

At the moment when this order was formed, Zhang Jiao's body trembled sharply, his face was ferocious, his mouth and nose opened, and a trace of grayish white and cold aura was about to float out of his mouth and nose, as if he wanted to escape.

But the order in his eyebrows flashed with the light of golden and red intersecting, spreading straight to his whole body, entangling these auras that wanted to escape together and pulling them back into his body.

Then, everything became calm, as if nothing had happened. Only Zhang Jiao rolled down from the ice coffin and collapsed beside him.

Zhou Damiao's body in the coffin was lying there steadily, his expression was stiff, and he could not tell at all the evil he had just now.

It was past four o'clock in the morning, and there was still an hour before dawn. There was a sound of people slowly on the main street near Tianyuan Lane.

The sanitation workers have already taken the tools to clean the streets, and various snack stalls on both sides of the road have also become busy and started a new day of work.

Time flies, and around five o'clock, the newborn sun reveals its face to the whole world.

The soft light shines down, warm and gentle.

Through the white cloth covered in the mourning hall, Zhang Jiao slowly opened his eyes, and after he slowly let out a sigh, he struggled to stand up and stood in front of the ice coffin.

Zhang Jiao looked at the corpse in the coffin with a gloomy expression, gently stroked the fingertips between his eyebrows and flashed with golden red light until the order disappeared.

"Zhou Damiao, Zhou Damiao, we have known each other for almost twenty years, but I didn't expect you to be really a talented person! You made a big shot in silence."

After a long time, he looked at Miaozi's body again, turned around and walked out of the inner room of the mourning hall to go outside, took out the incense wax and lit it, placed it in its original position, and then found a bench and leaned against the wall with his head on his head.

"Seventh volume of the Heavenly Book, Fang Tian's decree, the five realms of heaven, earth, man, god, ghost, and ghost?"

At around half past six, the masters of the funeral rushed over one after another to start today's preparations.

Not long after the construction started here, Guo Chenglin and Haozi rushed over and discussed and prepared to let Zhang Jiao go back and rest first, after all, he had been staying overnight.

"Okay, then I'll go back and sleep for a while first, and call me if you have something to do."

Zhang Jiao did not refuse, after all, he was really not very comfortable at this moment. His body was in pain everywhere, and his mind was even more messy.

Before leaving, I saw that the chief manager, Mr. Yang, was pulling Haozi and Master Ximian, calculating how much vegetables and kilograms of meat they would buy today, and how many kilograms of meat they would have to be placed. After all, these are all to be accounted for.

However, Zhang Jiao couldn't care so much. For some reason, he felt more and more uncomfortable now, his whole body was hurt, and the sunlight above his head was a little dazzling. It was so dazzling that he felt white in front of him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

After leaving Tianyuan Lane, Zhang Jiao stopped a taxi and rushed directly to the old yard of Donglin Street. He just wanted to rest now and didn't plan to open the store.

The old courtyard is a courtyard built in the 1950s and 1960s, with only one floor of brick and tile bungalows.

Because there are few people living there, Zhang Jiao has not been much maintenance in the past, so compared with the newly built houses not far away, it looks particularly dilapidated.

After returning to the familiar room, Zhang Jiao plunged his head into the bed and fell asleep.

He said he had fallen asleep, but he always felt like he was not sleeping, and he was very awake. He even knew that he was sleeping and dreaming, but he couldn't wake up. Instead, he kept wandering in various dream hallucinations that he couldn't see clearly and could not understand.

Stumpy, depressed, terrifying.

The strange scenes in the dream made him almost breathless, with no logic, no rules, and he was confused and unable to think or understand.

"Wake up, wake up."

He knew he was not asleep, but he just couldn't wake up.

A large amount of gray-white mist penetrated from the corners of his mouth, nose and eyes, gathered into a human-shaped mist and pressed against him, covering his mouth, covering his eyes, plugging his ears, pinching his throat, shaking his head.

These things were eager to tear him apart and kill him, but at this time, the order in Zhang Jiaomei would shoot out a golden and red light that would directly break it apart.

The entire torture lasted for several hours. When the sun was hanging high and shining into the courtyard blocked by the surrounding houses, Zhang Jiao regained consciousness and woke up.

Hoho!!! Hoho!!

He was gasping heavily, his eyes were protruding, his body was sweating, and he seemed to be exhausted.

After a while, he stood up tremblingly and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face and let himself wake up.

"Is this the ghost realm of the world among gods and ghosts, Fang Tian ordered the heaven, earth, man, gods and ghosts? Use the power of ghosts to coexist with ghosts?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the self in the mirror who didn't look like himself at all, and his heart was filled with hesitation.

"Can I really live with this ghost? Miaozi died like this..."

Before he could think about it, the nightmare came again.

Zhang Jiao in the mirror suddenly blinked at him, opened his mouth with a crazy laugh, and countless blood gushed out of his mouth, dyeing the mirror in front of him into blood.

Zhang Jiao was so scared that he took a few steps back. Before he could react, a strong sense of nausea spread from his stomach to his throat. The corners of his instinctive mouth widened, and a strong smell of blood filled his mouth and nose.

vomit!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Jiao bent over halfway, covered his mouth tightly, his eyes full of despair.

Dong!

Just as the next wave of vomiting came, a sound like a dusk drum and morning bell suddenly came to his ears. Zhang Jiao was shocked, and the strong vomiting felt magically subsided.

He stood upright subconsciously, but his feet softened, his body staggered, and he fell towards the bathroom door, and then he disappeared.

"Hmm? Was he selected too?"

In the distance, a figure stared at the room from afar, letting out a shocking and suspicious sigh.
Chapter completed!