He had no choice but to use ghost shadow.

A tall black shadow stood up from behind Yang Jian. On the head of this black figure, there was a face that looked like it was smeared with blood. The face had the same appearance as Yang Jian, as if it had been rubbed on it.

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The ghost now touched the old man's body.

At this moment the old man moved.

Supported by the ghost, the corpse's arms slowly lifted up.

"The complete ghost image is still very useful." Yang Jian had a very strange feeling at this moment.

It feels like I have changed my body.

Just the contact gave Yang Jian the urge to abandon his original body and invade the old man's corpse.

This is the emergence of ghost characteristics.

Compared with Yang Jian's body, the body of this strange old man is more suitable for the ghost shadow.

Because the ghost's instinct is to keep changing its body like a puzzle piece until it pieces together a ghostly body, so the closer the ghost's body is, the more suitable it is for the ghost.

At this moment, with the puzzle pieces of ghost eyes and ghost hands on Yang Jian's body, they couldn't make Gui Ying feel at ease. Instead, he felt that the old man's body was better.

This only proves one point.

The old man's corpse was more terrifying than imagined.

"Act quickly, don't let the ghost shadow touch this dead body for too long, otherwise I will be affected by the ghost shadow's instinct." Although Yang Jian's consciousness occupies an absolutely dominant position at the moment, he has also inherited the characteristics of the ghost.

This is just like human desires, which cannot be erased.

At the right time and opportunity, this instinct will emerge. The safest way is to stay rational and not obey this ghost's characteristics.

The old man's body moved like a puppet.

Yang Jian took the body to the back hall.

There were still cries echoing in the back hall, but with his arrival, the cries dissipated and turned into the whining sound of the wind.

The red coffin from before was still there, untouched.

A few sticks of incense were still burning slowly in front of the coffin.

A few hours later, the sticks of incense showed no signs of shortening, and they were still exuding a faint fragrance.

This fragrance covers part of the corpse stench, making the weird bullying here less intense.

Yang Jian walked over and pushed open the red coffin.

everything is normal.

The red coffin was not difficult to open, and it was empty inside, with nothing in it, as if it was just waiting for the old man's body to come in.

Yang Jian wasted no time and quickly placed the old man's body inside.

When the body was placed in the coffin and laid down, something unexpected happened.

The wind howled outside, and it seemed that the direction of the wind had changed. The strange crying echoing in the ancient house also stopped abruptly at this moment.

Although there was still a whining sound, it had not turned into crying.

The supernatural phenomenon of mourning was curbed, and calm returned to the ancient house.

"The guess is correct. The seven days in the ancient house correspond to the seven days of mourning. The first day is the encoffining. As long as the encoffining is successful, the supernatural phenomenon of mourning will be contained. However, this containment should not be permanent. Wait until the next day and the third day will be held.

In three days, the real mourning will come."

"But everything must be done in order. Once the order is disrupted, the consequences may be disastrous."

"So, the way to survive seven days in the ancient house is to follow the rules in the ancient house. As for what the rules are... you have to guess."

Yang Jian's eyes moved. He looked at the old corpse lying in the coffin, and he knew why he felt that the corpse was no longer so stiff at this moment, but had an illusion of peace.

"Hope everything goes well."

He closed the coffin lid and waited for another half hour.

I left after making sure there were no other abnormalities.

Yang Jian walked into the lobby and encountered two strange ghost masters peering into the corridor, seemingly curious as to why the crying suddenly stopped.

"I've put the body in the coffin at the back. Don't move it."

He reminded me and then left.

"Staying away is like this..."

Those two people were not stupid, and they immediately realized that the improvement in the strange phenomenon just now was due to Yang Jian.

Putting the body in the coffin stopped the crying in the ancient house?

Why didn't I think of such a simple thing?

"It's okay, let's go back." The two ghost masters breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their rooms.

"If the first day is the burial, then what's next?" Yang Jian was thinking about the next step.

He had many memories of the funeral in his mind.

However, the funerals in my memory are all held differently, with many subtle differences.

Some memories of funerals lasted only three days. On the first day, the person died, on the second day they mourned, and on the third day they were buried in the grave.

There are no seven days at all.

"So, this funeral in the ancient house must follow the seven-day format... It will last until the first seven resurrection days. If you guess the wrong steps during this period, the ancient house will lose control, and danger and terror will arise.

Come."

Yang Jian thought this way.

But soon.

He paused before returning to the room.

A black Taishi chair was placed in the middle of the dark corridor, and he could see it clearly when he illuminated it with a flashlight.

"This chair has been moved. Although it was placed in the middle of the aisle before, it was not so close." Yang Jian's face darkened.

This corridor has no end, there are rooms on both sides, and the place where the chair was before is definitely very deep.

"It was definitely not moved intentionally. Although other people were afraid of me, they were still clear-headed and knew what could be touched and what could not be banged. Therefore, this chair was not moved by someone... but by a ghost.

Moved."

He took a deep look into the dark, endless corridor.

There seems to be something inside that wants to come out.

The black Taishi chair is like a roadblock, blocking all of this.

But just now, the chair that served as a roadblock was pushed forward, and advanced to such a close position in one go.

If dangerous areas are divided.

As long as the room is no closer than the chair, it should be safe. Once this line is crossed, the room may no longer be available.

"It's really not that easy to get through these seven days. This ancient house is like a hut with holes everywhere. It's useless to patch it up. It will be invaded by ghosts soon." Yang Jian speculated in his mind.

Four days.

No.

Two days or three days at most.

At that time, the chair will be positioned beyond the first room, driving everyone into the lobby. It is impossible for everyone to hide safely in the room and survive the first seven days here.

"I don't know if it would be useful to have an extra chair."

Yang Jian thought of two black chairs in the lobby.

The two corridors, one on the left and the other on the right, can be used to set up roadblocks to slow down the evil ghosts from invading the ancient house and ensure that everyone can stay in the room for a few more days.

But he felt that the two chairs in the lobby had other uses.

If you move it arbitrarily, there may be problems with subsequent arrangements.

It is not advisable to demolish the east wall to repair the west wall.

Maybe if this hole is blocked, a bigger hole will emerge.
Chapter completed!