Li Yang stuck his head out to take a look, then turned back and said: "Captain, the body buried under the old tree is gone."

"Has a ghost escaped? It's understandable. It's normal for ghosts to revive occasionally in this entire old forest. Just pay attention. Maybe the ghost has left and is not nearby." Yang Jian said.

Li Yang nodded and let Yang Xiaohua carry him back.

Everyone ignored the old tree blocking the road, crossed directly, and continued to move along the yellow mud path, but their moods on the road became a little heavier.

Because as they walked, they saw a special footprint.

The footprints are very big and the footprints left on the yellow mud are very deep and very eye-catching.

Everyone walked here before when the funeral was announced, but at that time no one in the crowd had such big feet or such a heavy weight, and could leave such a deep footprint... so this footprint was not among them.

Someone, but someone who does not exist.

"A fierce ghost has set foot on this yellow mud road." Yang Jian said in a low voice.

At this moment, he had the urge to use a hatchet to dismember the ghost directly, because the footprints were the best medium. If the knife was struck, the ghost would not be able to pose any threat to everyone at least in a short period of time.

However, Yang Jian resisted this impulse.

There's no point in taking action now.

Who knows what will happen next. Danger cannot be prevented. It is safer to save some energy and fight hard when you encounter danger.

"It's really worrying. How many ghosts are there in this place? You can see the footprints left by the ghosts when you walk on the road." Zhou Deng felt that it was really unlucky, but after taking a look, he didn't have much reaction.

I saw so many evil ghosts that I couldn’t care less about them anymore.

After walking forward for a while, the huge footprints disappeared again.

It seems that the ghost walked on the yellow mud road for a while and then entered the old forest. It did not go all the way along this road, because the last footprint was on the edge of the yellow mud road, which proved that the ghost was

Wandering left.

This is good news, at least I didn't walk with a ghost on the way to carry the coffin.

Go further and further.

The surrounding environment is getting darker and darker, and the light is getting worse. Only the yellow mud road under my feet seems to have some light, and the rest of the place is dark. Even the old trees nearby cannot be seen clearly, and only a black one can be seen.

contour.

"The supernatural is disturbing the surrounding environment." Liu Qingqing said slowly, carrying the eagle's body on her back.

This is not because it is dark or because the lighting is poor, but because the surrounding environment is affected.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaohua hurriedly turned on the flashlight.

Light appeared and illuminated the road ahead, but it could not illuminate the surroundings and could only illuminate a small area in front.

In order to ensure that everyone could see the road ahead, she pointed the flashlight directly in front of the road to avoid getting lost and going astray.

But she was overthinking this.

Even in the dark, Yang Jian's ghost eyes can see everything clearly.

As everyone walked away, it became darker and darker, and they began to feel panic and uneasiness.

Liu Qingqing also felt inexplicably nervous. She felt that the eagle carcass she was carrying was getting heavier. The cold and dead feeling when she touched it with her palms became more and more obvious. She even smelled the corpse.

Stink.

The eagle died not long ago, but its body deteriorated very quickly.

He gritted his teeth.

She still didn't put down the eagle's body and continued to carry it on her back.

But at this moment.

Yang Jian and Zhou Deng suddenly stopped, their bodies swayed, and they almost lost their footing and fell to the ground.

"Captain, what's going on? Why did you stop?" Li Yang immediately became alert.

"The coffin shook just now, Captain Yang, you felt it too, right?" Zhou Deng's deep voice came from the darkness.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and said, "I'm afraid the old man in the coffin has woken up. Even if he hasn't woken up, it's almost the same. He must be buried as soon as possible, otherwise the red coffin may not be able to hold it."

"Gotta speed up a little bit."

"I think so too," Zhou Deng said.

The two of them quickened their pace and began to feel inexplicably anxious.

It didn't matter that there was nothing unusual about the red coffin before, but now there is movement in the coffin, which means that the time for burial is getting closer and closer.

Although the pace is slow.

But the road ahead seems to have no end. This yellow mud road is always there, as if it is endless. I cannot see the end of this road, and the familiar clearing in the forest does not appear before.

No matter how you advance or turn out, there is always a road ahead.

"We're not lost, are we? I felt something was wrong before. Why haven't we arrived after walking for so long?" Yang Xiaohua's voice was trembling, and the darkness around him became darker and darker.

Even the light of the flashlight is getting dimmer.

Everyone carrying the red coffin seemed to have entered some incomprehensible and strange place, and was completely lost.

Yang Jian peered with his ghostly eyes. Everything in his sight was normal. The road was still a road, the old forest was still an old forest, and no ghosts were seen around him.

However, even if Yang Xiaohua didn't say anything, he himself felt something was wrong.

"It stands to reason that it is impossible to get lost." Zhou Deng's expression changed: "We have been walking along this yellow mud road without leaving half a step, and we have not been disturbed by any supernatural beings."

"Keep going forward and take a look." Yang Jian couldn't understand either.

It seems that this road is not the same as the last time.

But there is only one way to the back entrance of the ancient house, it is unmistakable.

However, they didn't go very far when Liu Qingqing suddenly looked a little confused and said out of nowhere: "She's here, we can't go any further."

"Um?"

Yang Jian subconsciously stopped and looked at Liu Qingqing.

At the same time, the flashlight in Yang Xiaohua's hand shone forward, and something horrifying happened. A pair of legs wearing old cloth shoes appeared in the light. The flashlight in Yang Xiaohua's hand moved up slightly, and it was a lift.

An old woman with a wrinkled face and a lifeless face carrying a vegetable basket.
Chapter completed!