I shouted loudly with all my strength, and then pulled the rope around my waist hard.

I don’t know if I shouted out or could I hear it. In the past three or five seconds, I felt my consciousness began to blur. I forced myself not to fall down, but tried hard to run towards the door. After running two steps, I felt a little weak in my heart and knew it was broken.

Although my head was still a little clear, my body no longer followed the command, and my consciousness gradually began to blur, my eyelids sank, and I fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Daya gasping at the side.

Seeing that I woke up, Daya gasped and said, "Luanliang, what's going on inside? What did you call me? You didn't exhaust me to death. You are too heavy. With my ability to open mountains and gravel and move mountains and unload mountains, I am so tired that I can't get angry."

Only then did I realize that it was just when I was about to fall asleep, but when I was about to fall asleep, I looked at the blue and purple pieces on my body, and probably I was knocked out when I was dragging me out. After looking at the room, I felt a little scared. I really felt like I had survived a disaster and survived the disaster.

Daya saw that I was silent and was a little anxious. She shook her hand in front of my eyes: "Oh, come on, Liang, are you stupid? What's wrong? Your whole movement."

Then I raised my head, looked at Daya, recalling the scene I saw just now, swallowed, and told Daya with a calm face that there was a dead person in the box in the room!

"Diet?" Daya didn't expect such a thing to happen, and looked shocked.

Looking at Daya's somewhat puzzled look, I nodded and told Daya word by word: "It's the old man who burns paper!"

When Daya heard that it was the old man, she was also surprised. Her eyes were straight and she took a deep breath. After a long time, she vomited it out and raised her eyebrows: "Let's Liang, are you sure that the old man is dead?"

I kept rubbing my purple knees, grinning and said with a ferocious expression: "You are a pig's head. Who can live well and sleep in the box? Besides, there is such a big noise outside, if I can still fall asleep, how many kilograms of sleeping pills would I have to take?"

Daya scratched his head and knew that his question just now was out of standard. In this place, the yin and yang were unbalanced, and it was not a place where living people could live.

After the trouble just now, my body was wearing thick and I felt sweaty all over my body. Xiao Beifeng saw the opportunity and blew hard. He suddenly felt a bone-thrusting cold, and even a layer of small ice stubble formed on his hair.

Daya and I quickly turned to the sun of the house and were leeing, standing close to the base of the wall while basking in the sun. Fortunately, the sun was still bright at noon, and it shone on our bodies warmly. While squinting our eyes to bask in the sun, I told Daya what had just happened in the house.

Big Ya was also frightened when she heard that the black cat appeared again. When she heard that the black cat appeared again, she grinned and said to me: "Let's Liang, I guess the black cat has been guarding this ghost place and not leaving. If it is not ready, it is related to the dead old man." After a brief pause, she continued: "Has you said that the black cat is sensitive to evil spirits and is willing to stay in such a place? You said there is a dead person in the house. Is it considered a sinister evil?"

I squinted my eyes and looked up at the sun. After hearing Daya ask me, I then withdrew my gaze, looked at Daya, and told him that this black cat probably had never left the thatched house. It was probably because it was a lonely place. Of course, another possibility was not ruled out, that the old man might not have died easily, and he probably died suddenly.

No matter what, we have to clarify the identity of this old man. It has only been twenty days since we last saw him. Why did he suddenly die in the box? Did he run into the box and commit suicide, or did he kill him? Was he died when we came last time, or did it happen after we left these few days? He left without opening the box last time, and it is not easy to say now.

We discussed this matter for more than ten minutes, but we didn't make it. In the end, we decided to take the risk and go in and take a look. If we make sure, we have to call the police. After all, this is a matter of life. But we have to do so. But we still don't want to disturb the police. We can't explain the things we have experienced at all. No one will believe it if we say it, and it may be implicated by us.

Speaking of going in to identify the dead body, Daya said that he would also go in this time, saying that this is his profession. Although he is not a forensic doctor, he is at least more experienced than me.

I think this is the case. The doctor didn't buy it through the back door. After all, he also received a professional higher education and graduated from undergraduate studies. He really had to go there. But I was worried that he would let him go in alone. With his stupid spirit, I was really afraid that he wouldn't get out if he went in.

Just as I was hesitating and didn't know what to do, Daya suddenly clapped her hands, scared me, and looked at Daya and smiled at me: "Let's Liang, I found that this lonely yin place is not without flaws. You see, every time we go in, it takes almost five or six minutes before we start to feel dizzy and sleepy, which means that we have five or six minutes inside, and we will not be affected. Look, if we do this, at worst, we will work harder to go in and take a look. It's probably almost time, so we'll come out. After a rest outside for a while, if we can't go in, we can go in again. Why did we understand what happened to ten or eight trips? Do you think it's reliable?"

Daya said this, and it really makes sense. At least from our current understanding of this lonely place, this is a solution. I just hope that these five or six minutes will not fail, and don’t wait for us to go in this time. It will become another one or two minutes. If that is the case, it is purely God who is fooling people, and we can only blame us for being unlucky.

Daya looked at me and nodded in agreement. He curled his mouth and was about to say something. I quickly turned around and walked towards the door. I knew in my heart that he would definitely be bragging about himself again.

Daya looked at my back and shook her head repeatedly, feeling a little disappointed, sighed and followed.

I pulled out the steel pipe from my bag, connected it, and handed it to Daya, and told him to set the alarm on my phone. No matter what happened, when the time came, I must run out, otherwise something might happen."

After Daya made an "OK" gesture at me, he reached out to take the steel pipe, swung it twice, and got into the house first.

After entering the room, I found that the rooster had long died and was hard, but the black cat had gone where it had gone.

I carefully looked around and saw that nothing was wrong. With a wave of my hand, Daya and I jumped onto the kang together, walked to the box, stretched our necks into it and looked again.

Although I had met the old man just now, the time was too tight at that time and I didn’t look carefully. Now, I looked again and found that the old man in the box had obviously died for a long time, his skin was a little dark, and there were some black patches on his face, and some cracks were like a few pieces of dog skin plaster attached to it. I couldn’t help but feel a little disgusting.

Daya looked at it from head to toe several times and frowned: "What a fucking evil! This old man has been dead here for a few years, at least seven or eight years, right? But he doesn't even rot or rot, come on, don't you see, what's on the soles of the old man's shoes? It's gray, and paper dust."

Paper dust under the soles of the shoes? What does this mean? Could it be...

I really didn't dare to think about it anymore. Looking at Daya, I asked in a low voice: "Daya, do you mean that this old man has been out after his death?"

Daya nodded: "I don't think the paper ash looks like it was made before, the traces are very new, it looks like it has been stained recently. Moreover, the black paper ash under the soles of the shoes look like it was left on the pile of paper ash. I guess it was during the New Year's Eve that we only glued the shoes when we saw this old man burning paper at the intersection?"

When Daya talked about paper ash, I also remembered this incident. However, I really couldn't believe the evil things that could still walk, do things, and speak after death. Although I have seen a lot of supernatural things, a person who has been dead for many years is jumping out and doing normal things. He doesn't believe it very much.

It is impossible to be a zombie fraud. It will not be a zombie fraud. However, when we met this old man twice, the old man must have been conscious at that time and talked to us like a normal person. What's going on?

People who have been dead for seven or eight years can actually jump out to burn paper and talk to us. Is it because they are resurrecting the soul through corpses?
Chapter completed!