Dongdongdongdong! Dongdongdongdongdong!

There were storms and storms everywhere, and the creepy knocking sounds were endless, shaking everyone's heads exploded!

Li Zhenshu held back the discomfort and looked out. At some point, the scenery on both sides had blurred, as if walking on the passage of yin and yang, everything was dark and uninvited.

Although she was afraid, she was not frightened. She had seen such a large formation as the Zhongyuan Festival, but the scene in front of her was just a small scene.

The driver twisted his head at a strange angle, and his muscles seemed to be stiff. He kept a smile for a few seconds before speaking: "I haven't heard of it."

Qin Ye also smiled: "Have Su Da heard of it?"

"You can be under her before the true emperor of the Pearl River Delta."

The driver smiled stiffly: "No."

While speaking, the hole that Qin Ye had just burned out was already burning with sparks. The fire became bigger and bigger, but there was no smoke at all.

Qin Ye was exhausted and pressed out the cigarette butts: "Give you a chance. Tell me why you are here, and I can make you die more happily."

The driver laughed.

The muscles on his face did not move, but the corners of his mouth were as if they were drawn up, which looked extremely inconsistent. The next second, a wave of his chest sounded, and his two pale hands were covered in blood, and they suddenly grabbed Qin Ye's throat!

Qin Ye didn't move at all. Just as his hands were about to touch him, the pale hands suddenly burned a pale ghost fire. The driver screamed and hit the car door with a thud. His whole person was like a flower made of a hand, which suddenly dispersed and turned into countless ghost claws to grab Qin Ye.

"Si—!!" However, the result was the same as before. Before he could encounter it, countless pale ghost fires ignited. Although the flames were small, they made the driver scream. Without hesitation, he knocked open the car door and flew backwards.

Swipe la la... During the flight backwards, his body had turned into a ghostly figure wearing a black robe, with hands all over his front, and his hair was extremely long. His body floated unscientifically in the air, and he retreated straight, with extreme horror in his screams. At the same time, Qin Ye's figure rushed out of the car door at the same time, holding up an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and sneered: "I am just impermanent, and I dare to be arrogant in front of the Duke."

With his fingers hooked, Quan Jinghao flew out with a sharp roar. In an instant, the sound of tides ebbed and flowing around him, and the sea of ​​blood surged out of the ground. Countless swaying ghost hands grabbed the body of the ghost.

flutter!

In the flash of lightning, the oil-paper umbrella has penetrated the ghost's shoulders.

"Ah——Si!!!" The screams were earth-shaking, and all the hands suddenly retracted and turned into a thin man with disheveled hair.

He covered his shoulders desperately, his mouth was already a foot wide, and he could see the circles of white and sharp teeth inside, and his face showed an extremely painful expression. Qin Ye's subordinate tried harder, pushed the tip of the umbrella forward, and said lightly: "Now, do you know what is a secret misfortune?"

"Sizi!!" responded to him with a crazy scream.

"Say!" Qin Ye rotated the oil paper umbrella: "Who told you to come, who are you!"

"Ha...he..." The extreme pain made the ghost breathe for three seconds before looking at Qin Ye with his red eyes open, his facial features were already twisted: "Someone... doesn't want you to continue to investigate...you...all have to die!"

Brush... Before he finished speaking, he had turned into a paper man and fell on the ground. In a blink of an eye, the ghost fire spontaneously ignited and dissipated the world.

Qin Ye withdrew his hand, bent down and twisted a touch of paper dust, and frowned slightly.

"Dead?" Li Zhenshu opened the car door and walked down. Then she realized that they had driven into a small road at some point. There were pine and cypresses on both sides. The night wind blew, making heart-shaking sobs. The city lights were not far from them, as if... they had driven into a ghost cave.

Qin Ye nodded: "How to go?"

"The car will arrive soon, I'll drive." Li Zhenshu opened her phone and sent a text message: "It's still 80 kilometers away from Anjing Village, and you don't seem to have a driver's license."

Qin Ye nodded slightly, and the car arrived soon. After the two got in, the car drove into the night again.

The scenery on both sides quickly slid across the car window. Instead of opening his mouth, he rubbed his chin and pondered.

What happened just now came too suddenly and the amount of information was also very large. First of all, the evil ghost didn’t know the secret and did not know Su Da, so there was only one answer.

"He... comes from 'in'." He narrowed his eyes and looked at the backward trees, murmured: "A ghost paradise without yin energy and does not know the changes in the world..."

"But why can he show up?"

"Diting and Brother Zhao both said that 'inside' cannot be outside... What's going on?"

After thinking for a long time, there was no result. There were too many possibilities. The biggest possibility was that the ten-year spiritual disaster affected the land of God’s abandonment. But... the world of the Yin Spirit has no rules to follow, and he dared not say that this idea was correct.

If the Huangjia Tulou is a ball of thread, then the first thread has appeared now. He wanted to pull it, but found that it could not pull it.

I had no words all the way, and the car soon arrived at Anjing Village.

The village is not big and not very developed. Like many villages in China, the farmlands and fields are full of Chinese rural atmosphere. You can hear dog barking from time to time.

As soon as he got off the car, several people in black suits came over and bowed and said, "Ms. Li."

Li Zhenshu didn't speak, but looked at the man in front. She didn't say anything, but everyone didn't straighten up. The man in front was gentle and looked about thirty years old. A drop of cold sweat dripped on his forehead. At the same time, Li Zhenshu bent down gently and said in his ear: "The driver you arranged?"

"Yes..." The young man had a bad intuition in his heart, and his Adam's apple moved: "What happened?"

Lee Jung-sook smiled: "You were fired."

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Zhenshu in disbelief. She said lightly: "The people invited cannot find out clearly, and they are not capable enough. What's the problem?"

She didn't listen to the young man's answer at all, so she straightened up: "Where are the people?"

"Ah...yes, Miss Li, please come with me." The people around him were even more respectful. A man in his early forties almost collapsed his shoulders and led the way forward. Soon, he arrived in front of a warehouse.

This is a warehouse for seafood, and you can smell the fishy smell of seafood inside even through the door. Li Zhenshu frowned slightly, and before she could speak, the middle-aged man whispered: "His situation... is not very good."

"He is from the Tulou of Huang Family, named Huang Yunqing, male, 26 years old, unmarried. He went out to work at the age of 18. Every year at the end of October, he would return to Tulou to worship his ancestors. The local investigation office did not know about this, but... since he came back, something happened..."

"Tell me directly." Li Zhenshu spoke impatiently.

Everyone around me became quiet. The atmosphere became a little weird. The middle-aged man swallowed hard and was about to speak, but Qin Ye suddenly said, "October, ghost till the end... this smell... open the door. It's not easy to live for so long."

The middle-aged man looked at Qin Ye in shock. Before he could ask, Li Zhenshu said lightly: "Open the door."

"Miss..." the man said hesitantly. It was not that he didn't want to open the door. They were all ordinary people. Who would have thought that everything inside was no longer something that ordinary people could imagine.

"I said, open the door." Li Zhenshu said with slightest: "Don't worry, with him here, it's okay. Keep the surroundings, no one is allowed to come in."

"Yes..." The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "Huang Yunqing has been tied up by us, you... be careful..."

Crack... As he gritted his teeth and opened the door, Qin Ye stepped in, Li Zhenshu followed behind him, and the door closed with a bang.

A fishy smell of seafood came to his face. Li Zhenshu frowned and took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose. The warehouse was brightly lit, and they were old round lights with extremely long wires. Under the dim light, aquatic boxes and pools were classified into categories. Just in the center, there was a chair, and ropes could be seen on the chair, but... there was no one!

"Where is the person?" Li Zhenshu let go of a hint of handkerchief and said in surprise: "Aren't people tied here?"

Qin Ye did not answer. Since entering Anjing Village, he could hardly feel the yin energy. But... he could hear it.

Amid the sounds of water waves, there was a... strange and depressing breathing.

"Uh...uh uh..." That was a short sound of air, just like the tremor that came out of the throat before a person died. And this sound was...

He opened the Yama Seal without warning and opened the oil paper umbrella. At the same time, a sharp roar came from the top of his head, and it seemed that something had caught the umbrella. Then, the other party's roar suddenly turned into a shrill scream and walked all the way above his head.

"If you die, be a good ghost. What should I do if I come out and scare the flowers and plants?" Qin Ye took back his umbrella, and Li Zhenshu immediately followed the traces of the sound. Then, the corners of his eyes trembled violently.

No... I don't know if it's considered human anymore.

The whole body was rotten, pale human faces were only the size of fists, and they stretched out from the rotten cracks, looking extremely disgusting, as if the human body condensed by countless human faces. Those fishy smells are not only seafood, but also... the smell of rotten human body!

He seemed to have no bones, his whole body curled up in a twisted light line, and the yin energy slowly spread in the wound. Under the dim light, countless people's faces, the eyes of black beans were staring straight at them, making people's whole body burst into tears.

It's like... looking at hell.

Even though Li Zhenshu had seen a big scene, she was disgusted by this human face and retching a few times, and unconsciously leaned against Qin Ye.

Qin Ye:...

"Why are you getting so close?"

Lee Zhenshu:...

"Are you afraid you're not sick?" She gritted her teeth.

"Your way of doing this will affect my performance." Qin Ye answered sternly.

Li Zhenshu hanged his handkerchief angrily and grinded his teeth and left two centimeters. Yes, you are single with your strength and have no problem!

"What the hell is this?" She really didn't want to discuss this straight man problem with this little brat, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Ye’s eyes were extremely complicated: “There are three major ghost festivals in China. But…the statements are different.”

"Qingming Festival, Shangyuan Festival, and Zhongyuan Festival. These are the popular three major ghost festivals. But in northern China, there is another name: Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and... Cold Clothing Festival."

He seemed not worried about the monsters wrapped around the wires like snakes, and slowly said: "Cold Clothes Festival... The first day of the tenth lunar month of the lunar calendar, around the end of the 10th lunar month, originated in the Zhou Dynasty. On this day, he would cut his shrouds and burn it to his ancestors, so it was called the Cold Clothes Festival. Also called October dynasty, Guitou Pass. There were ancient poems: the osmanthus leaves were brushed with wind and osmanthus pendants, and the rooster cried and the cold fox died... The century-old owl became a wood charm, and the laughter came from the nest of green fire. If I remember correctly, I wrote the Cold Clothes Festival."

"On this day... Ten Thousand Ghosts Walk at Night. The Gate of Ghost Opens from mid-October and closes after the Cold Clothes Festival. But..."

He sneered and looked at the monster like the meat paste: "I have never ordered it, and I will open the gates of hell today."

Where did this monster come from?

He is obviously a ghost, why can he live in a crowd?

Everyone looked at the two people below with distorted faces. At this moment, the thing that could barely be counted as Huang Yunqing suddenly spoke: "Die..."

"Everyone is going to die...you are going to die!!"
Chapter completed!