Chapter 92 Light me a stick of incense and I'll give you the grave soil
Chapter 92 Light me a stick of incense and I'll give you the grave soil
Zhang Hao looked around and found that except for himself and the bride, the evil spirits carrying the coffin and the sedan chair had all stopped moving.
The four evil ghosts carrying the coffin are relatively better off. After all, these four evil ghosts are the materialized ghosts inside the ghost coffin.
Even if they are suppressed, they can be restarted, but it will take some time to ease.
However, the ghosts carrying the ghost bride's sedan chair did not have this ability. They had lost their ability to move and stood there motionless.
"Put them away first, bride."
Zhang Hao looked at the ghosts beside the sedan. Without the evil ghosts carrying the sedan, the sedan had now lost its ability to move.
As he spoke, Zhang Hao also put the ghost coffin into the mourning hall derived from the ghost painting world.
"Tread! Tread!"
Not long after Zhang Hao and the ghost bride put away the bridal sedan and the ghost coffin, dull footsteps were heard from the side of the haunted bus not far away.
From a distance, it looked like an old woman carrying a basket of flowers.
The old woman seemed to have noticed Zhang Hao's presence, and she glanced over here with her empty eyes.
However, she soon ignored Zhang Hao and the ghost bride and walked straight towards somewhere on the road.
"Is that the ghost after Meng Xiaodong was revived?"
Zhang Hao looked at the old woman carrying a flower basket in the distance and made a judgment on her identity.
After a brief observation and confirming that the resurrected Meng Xiaodong was just a derived evil spirit, Zhang Hao decided to follow him.
Anyway, it is only the first day since Zhang Dong was revived, and there seem to be many measures in the haunted house to block evil spirits, so there is no need for me to go in.
It is better to observe the situation outside the haunted house first, which will facilitate subsequent actions.
Following Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Hao quickly reached the other side of the road.
Here, there is also a road that goes deep into the old forest, but it is a little farther away from the ancient house.
After Meng Xiaodong came to this path, he walked towards the depths of the path. Seeing this, Zhang Hao followed him without hesitation.
This road is very strange. It is paved with yellow soil. There is not a single weed growing on it, and the soil is very new, as if it was just repaired a few days ago. Perhaps such a road has never existed before.
Zhang Hao looked around and saw tall trees growing on both sides of the road. It was probably because there were trees planted on this road originally, but they were cut down.
The tree mentioned here is not an ordinary tree, but some kind of incomprehensible strange and evil ghost.
If you look closely, you can see some fingers or pieces of clothing under the trees on both sides of the road.
It is obvious that there are many horrible ghosts buried under these trees.
If all the evil spirits under this woods awaken, Zhang Hao conservatively estimates that there will be at least twenty supernatural events reaching the S level of danger.
And this is just the danger. There is no telling how many S-level evil spirits there are in this forest.
"How about we lift up a few trees and have a look?"
This idea flashed through Zhang Hao's mind, but was quickly abandoned.
This does not bring him any real benefit. Now he is not the kind of evil ghost with weak combat capability. He needs to rely on other evil ghosts to attract human attention so that he can plan more things.
Giving up the idea of lifting up the trees, Zhang Hao continued to follow Meng Xiaodong deeper into the woods.
Speaking of which, he remembered that there seemed to be an evil ghost dressed in Western bride's attire in the haunted house, and he didn't know whether it had any connection with the ghost bride.
But if you think about it carefully, one is a Chinese wedding and the other is a Western wedding, and there seems to be no connection between them.
I kept thinking as I went deeper and deeper, and it became darker and darker around me.
This road is very long and I don’t know how long it took.
Meng Xiaodong finally came to a fork in the road and turned into one of them.
The woods near the road were all shrouded in darkness, leaving only a vague outline, and only a yellow mud road stretched forward, seemingly without end.
The old trees around the yellow mud road gradually became sparse, and then she came to an open area.
This open space is circular in shape, paved with yellow mud, surrounded by dense old forests, and no other paths were found.
The end of the road has arrived.
Zhang Hao looked at Meng Xiaodong in the distance, and saw several graves in the open space next to him.
These graves are of varying ages, some look like they are many years old, some look like they are from the past few years, and some are even newly buried. There are tombstones in front of these graves with names and portraits on them.
There were also some offerings placed in front of the tombstone, including white rice in a blue and white porcelain bowl.
"Rice, is it that ghost rice?" Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, but he didn't rush over.
He watched Meng Xiaodong from afar, and only went forward to check the situation after the other party left the tomb.
First of all, there was the rice. It was served in a porcelain bowl. The rice looked hard, as if it had been cooked but not fully cooked.
Behind the rice is a tombstone with a black and white portrait.
The portrait shows a strange man who doesn't look like a modern person.
It seemed like he had been dead for many years, because the clothes he wore when he was photographed were very old-fashioned, but he looked very young and quite handsome.
Zhang Hao looked at the man in the portrait for a few times and memorized his face.
The people in these portraits are the seven elders. If Zhang Hao remembers them, he will be able to react more quickly when he encounters their resurrected evil spirits in the future.
Although the ones in the photo may look different from how they will look when they grow old and revive.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Hao stretched out a hand and wanted to take the bowl of ghost rice.
However, as Zhang Hao bent down, the man on the tombstone's eyes moved strangely, and he looked down in the direction of his hand.
“Pah~!”
Zhang Hao suddenly withdrew his hand and slapped himself.
"Zhang Hao, ah Zhang Hao, you clearly know that this is the graveyard of the Seven Elders, yet you still reach out and pick up things randomly. What if the balance inside is lost and incomprehensible horror comes out? What will you do then?"
He suddenly gave up the idea and didn't touch the bowl of white rice in front of the grave.
now.
The man in the portrait on the tombstone slowly retracted his gaze, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
"So weird!"
Zhang Hao stood up and walked behind the bride, only then did he realize what had just happened.
I was actually unknowingly influenced by the man in the portrait.
Zhang Hao looked carefully at the words engraved next to the portrait on the tombstone.
The words above are very simple, with no honorifics or other polite expressions, just four simple words.
"The Tomb of Luo Qian."
"Let's see the situation first."
This time, Zhang Hao did not rush to touch the ghost rice above, but walked around the cemetery and looked at other graves.
Continuing to wander, he came to the second grave.
In front of the second grave was a very beautiful woman with waist-length hair, a smile on her face, and wearing a cheongsam. Because the photo was in black and white, it was impossible to tell what color the cheongsam was.
There is also a bowl of rice placed in front of the grave.
But this bowl of rice seemed to have less rice than the one in front of the grave before, as if it had been eaten.
"Is this Zhang Youhong's grave?"
Zhang Hao was somewhat afraid of Zhang Youhong's grave and didn't want to get close to it.
According to the Seven Elders' plan, Zhang Youhong will be resurrected and reincarnated as Sister Hong during this period.
Zhang Hao suspected that the reason why the ghost rice was missing was that it was eaten by Zhang Youhong herself in the tomb?
He then walked around several other graves.
Unfortunately, there was nothing special to be found. I only saw a rusty shovel standing in front of an open space.
This is not a supernatural object, but just an ordinary shovel that has become rusty because it has been left for too long.
"Does that mean I really have to get those incense sticks to exchange for ghost rice from the things in the tomb?"
Zhang Hao walked to the tombstone of the man who had been there first.
"Old man, I see that you are buried in such a haunted place. I am afraid that you will never have any children or descendants to mourn for you in this life."
"How about this? I'll burn some paper money for you and mourn for you on behalf of your children. In return, I'll give you the bowl of rice in front of your grave, okay?"
"I won't take it for nothing. Let's make a deal. Although you have rice, you don't have any alcohol or any paper money."
Zhang Hao squatted in front of the grave and said while looking at the black and white portrait in front of the grave.
"If you think this is inappropriate, we can just become sworn brothers. No, sworn brothers are not suitable for mourning."
Zhang Hao said as he looked at the ghost bride: "Bride, how about I recognize him as my relative?"
"Anyway, as I recall, Luo Qian didn't seem to have any relatives left in the world, and he just happened to have to worship heaven and earth."
"And according to human sayings, the son inherits the father's business, so it makes sense for me to inherit his ability to lay his grave."
Zhang Hao naturally has no sense of propriety or morality. As a ghost, as long as there are benefits, he sees nothing wrong in recognizing someone as his father.
The ghost bride lowered her head and looked at Zhang Hao who was squatting on the ground. Under the red veil, Zhang Hao could see the ghost bride's flawless and delicate chin and those bright red lips.
"How about I try to trade with him using the ghost cabinet?" Zhang Hao said thoughtfully. "If he agrees to let me recognize him as his father, we can go to the cemetery next time. If he doesn't agree, forget it."
Although the ghost bride could not understand Zhang Hao's train of thought in recognizing his father, she still summoned the ghost cabinet.
The shadow of a red ghost cabinet stood on the side.
"So, why don't we wait until Zhang Dong is buried here before we come and identify him."
Zhang Hao took out a piece of drawing paper and was writing on it with blood when he suddenly thought of something.
But soon, he gave up this idea.
I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize that old man. It's possible that the ghost cabinet was wiped out as soon as I put it down next to him.
Zhang Hao started writing on the drawing paper again.
"I acknowledge you as my father, and as your descendant, I will help you mourn and hold memorial ceremonies for you. You must give me the ghost rice and the ghost soil in the cemetery."
After writing this crooked paragraph of words, Zhang Hao placed it on the drawer of the ghost cabinet.
The ability of the Ghost Cabinet is to trade. When it is out of control, only other people can trade with the Ghost Cabinet.
However, now that the ghost cabinet is controlled by the bride, Zhang Hao can naturally use the ghost cabinet to make deals with other evil spirits.
After the ghost cabinet got the yellow paper, it automatically closed the drawer.
Soon, the ghost cabinet was reopened, and a piece of drawing paper with crooked handwriting appeared in the drawer.
"I'll give you ghost rice, and you'll use paper money, white candles, and ghost wine to mourn for me."
"No? Where is the grave soil?" Zhang Hao looked at the words on the note and turned to look at the young man on the black and white tombstone.
However, the man in the portrait just looked at him calmly, without any expression.
I didn't expect that Luo Qian actually wanted to exchange a bowl of rice for his wine, paper money and candles.
Zhang Hao immediately wrote another sentence on the note.
"I want to harness the ghost grave soil."
The ghost cabinet took the note and quickly opened it again.
Zhang Hao took out the note and checked it. "Light a stick of incense for me, and I will recognize you as my son and give you the soil for a ghost grave."
".Forehead."
Zhang Hao read these words and thought that he was just a ghost and had no emotions. If he had emotions, he would probably be cursing right now.
What the hell, I'm going to light a stick of incense for you? Are you asking me to light some incense to summon your spirit?
I am a ghost. After I light a stick of incense for you, I am afraid that the first thing you will do when you come out is to lock me in a grave.
Give you some ghost grave soil, and let you merge with the ghost grave soil and fill your body with grave soil.
"Forget it, let's just mourn in peace."
Zhang Hao asked the ghost bride to take back the ghost cabinet, and he no longer had the desire to trade with Luo Qian's portrait.
Zhang Hao guessed that maybe Old Bi was just teasing him, and that there might still be some remaining consciousness of Luo Qian in the portrait.
It’s just that Luo Qian may really have no children, and the portrait is some kind of supernatural creation, so it was affected by the supernatural.
Therefore, the remaining consciousness in this portrait agreed to his own deal.
After all, in the Republic of China era, people still cared a lot about their children and grandchildren, and were afraid that no one would mourn them after their death.
Zhang Hao stood up, took out the wine jug and wine glasses, poured a few glasses of wine, and placed them in front of Luo Qian's grave.
This time, when he placed the wine glass in front of the grave, he was not affected by the supernatural.
This should be the credit of Gui Chest. Through Gui Chest, he reached a deal with Luo Qian's portrait.
Then Zhang Hao entered the ghost cave of the ghost painting again, found a copper basin and a lighter, and placed the copper basin in front of Luo Qian's grave.
In addition, the white ghost candle obtained from Yang Jian’s Shangtong Building last time also came in handy.
I didn't expect that the White Ghost Candle was not kept in the red room, but was first given to Luo Qian, the old man.
Use a lighter to light the white ghost candle and place it next to Luo Qian's tombstone.
Zhang Hao picked up a few pieces of paper coins and began to light them and put them on the copper basin to start burning.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The strange crying sound began to echo around the cemetery, which was extremely creepy.
"Ugh!" Zhang Hao cried and suddenly stopped.
It felt so wrong that I was the only one crying.
He immediately summoned out the evil spirits that were under his control and were wearing mourning clothes.
As soon as these ghosts appeared, they walked behind Zhang Hao, knelt down, and began to cry.
The strange wailing sound echoed in the cemetery. The crying sound passed through the cemetery, making the big trees in the old forest rustle, making the old forest even more eerie.
When Zhang Hao was mourning, inside the old house.
As twelve o'clock passed, the next day arrived.
After spending the first day in the old house without any danger, the second day was obviously doubly dangerous because there was no trace of evil spirits in the old house on the first day.
Whether it was the sound of the wind that sounded like crying, the hurried knocking on the door outside, or the darkness deep in the corridor, these supernatural phenomena were not considered to have invaded the ancient house.
But the next day things changed.
Traces of ghosts appeared in the old house.
In front of the dark room in the corridor on the left, there is an empty black armchair. On the backrest of the armchair, one can clearly see a pair of cold and strange hands resting on it.
But fortunately, the ghost stopped there.
The darkness did not continue to invade at this point. Although the lobby was dark, there was some light coming in from the patio.
Everyone was forced to gather together.
Because the room is no longer available.
When I came here before, all kinds of supernatural phenomena had already occurred in the empty rooms nearby. If I continue to stay here, the consequences will definitely be very tragic.
"Go to the back hall."
Seeing this, Yang Jian took action without any hesitation.
The others were startled and followed immediately.
After everyone discussed it, they also figured out what they needed to do in this ancient house.
That is to bury an old man who died in the ancient house and wait for his soul to return on the seventh day.
On the first day they had to collect the old man's body and move him into the coffin.
What they had to do the next day was to keep watch.
Since it is a night watch.
Then the meaning is very clear, you must stay near the coffin and guard the dead body of the old man.
Leaving without warning or without being around the coffin is extremely disrespectful.
The group came to the back hall.
There was nothing around except a small incense burner in front of the coffin with three incense sticks in it.
No. Now there are not three, but two.
One of the incense sticks was missing.
Yang Jian noticed this change at a glance, and then he thought of that guy Zhou Deng.
"Someone took away a stick of incense." The messenger Wang Feng's eyes moved.
"Where is Zhou Deng? I saw him before, why is he gone now?"
Fan Xing looked around and only then realized that Zhou Deng was not among the crowd.
"He must have stolen the incense stick. This guy is a lunatic. He dared to rush out and fight with the evil spirit for the supernatural item on the bus before, and almost led the ghost onto the bus."
Someone said through gritted teeth.
Because everything he did was inhumane.
These three incense sticks have been here for two days and have not burned out yet. Everyone knows that this is a very special and good thing.
But no one dared to touch it, for fear that touching it would bring some unexpected danger.
Zhou Deng is a guy who likes to look for supernatural items in supernatural places, so at this time everyone thought of each other at the same time.
In fact, this is exactly the case.
At this time, the back door of the ancient house was wide open.
Through the crack in the door he could see the scene behind the old house, which was an old forest shrouded in darkness.
Next to the old woods, there is a path that winds its way to the back door.
When Yang Jian and others walked to the back door of the ancient house, they could still see many footprints. The direction of the footprints was the direction from the ancient house to the back door.
Among all the people still alive, only Zhou Deng was missing. It is conceivable who left through the back door?
(End of this chapter)