Ying Sixue's words made Yang Xuming a little creepy.

If there is a third ghost in this room... then the situation is somewhat intriguing.

If the ghost really exists, then why hasn't it done anything?

Yang Xuming looked at the small village outside the door and said, "You said, is there such a possibility..."

"What is possible?" Ying Sixue asked.

Yang Xuming quietly looked at the quiet village outside, then looked back at the dark hall behind him.

His expression was uncertain in the scarlet candlelight.

"Perhaps... the monster from outside the village has come to our door, but we can't see it."

"And the ghost that crawled out of the coffin is also in this room at this time, but we can't see it either."

"But neither of these two ghosts did it because they were silently confronting each other."

"And we, standing at the door, happen to be in the central area where they confront each other."

"So for so long, neither the monsters from outside appeared, nor the ghosts crawling out of the coffin did not do anything."

"Because they are throwing rodents against each other."

After Yang Xuming's conjecture came out, Ying Sixue looked outside the village abruptly.

The village at this time was deadly silent.

The small village under the moonlight is silent, like an abandoned village.

In the dark hall, the scarlet candlelight reflected the expressions of the two of them very strangely.

This candlelight could not illuminate the area too far away, and more areas of the hall were still completely dark.

In the dark, nothing can be seen.

No one knows how many things are hidden in the darkness.

The shadow of Yang Xuming illuminated by the candlelight was bent lower, as if he was afraid of something.

And the statue of King Fudo Ming on the shrine is completely silent.

The burnt ghost, who was full of resentment towards the living, disappeared completely at this time, without making any sound-even if there were two living people standing in front of it.

The cold wind blew in along the door.

Ying Sixue shuddered, and the goose bumps all over his body rose.

"What...what to do?" Ying Sixue trembled.

Yang Xuming stood beside her, holding the hilt of Frostmourne's sword tightly in his hand.

His eyes stared at the direction outside the door.

Weeds grow in the deserted village.

Outside the door of the hall, the cold moonlight silently spilled on the door, coating the ground with a dim silver light.

This world is strangely quiet.

Yang Xuming and the others have fallen into an unspeakable stalemate.

"But... it may be that I think too much."

Yang Xuming said something he didn't believe, and said in a low voice, "But even if it is true, we don't need to move, just stand here and wait."

"The situation in this village cannot be maintained forever."

"It won't be long before something will break the deadlock here..."

Yang Xuming said, looking at the last room at the end of the village.

In that room, a vermilion lacquer red pavilion was parked with photos of the mourning hall.

That house is the most special place in this small village.

If anything changes next, maybe there is an opportunity...

Yang Xuming silently stared at the hut at the end of the village, motionless.

They waited at the door, stalemate, and did not move randomly.

Time goes by every minute.

The small mountain village at night seemed to have no concept of time. Yang Xuming didn't even know how long he had waited.

In the quiet waiting, his thinking gradually became confused and distracted.

Yang Xuming's thoughts began to drift, drifting to a place where he didn't know...

clang!

A harsh sound of gong suddenly awakened Yang Xuming from his distraction.

He stood up straight in an instant, and quickly looked in the direction of Murao.

At the same time, Ying Sixue by his side grabbed Yang Xuming's hand in a little panic.

The moment Yang Xuming turned his head, he saw Ying Sixue's trembling eyes.

"I...I just lost my mind!" Ying Sixue whispered in disbelief.

Yang Xuming was silent.

Because he also lost his mind.

There seems to be a weird ability in this village that interferes with people's thinking and attention. After a long time, even thinking will become chaotic.

Especially when they stop moving, their thinking is more likely to be affected.

But now is not the time to think about this.

Yang Xuming patted Ying Sixue's hand and soothed the opponent.

Then he looked in the direction of Murao.

The sound of the gong is still ringing continuously.

It sounds every few seconds, it seems there is a certain pattern.

But where did the sound of the gong come from?

Yang Xuming frowned.

Soon, he saw it.

At the other end of the village, in the direction of the bamboo forest, a dark shadow slowly walked over.

Its head is drooping and its body is swaying slightly, like a walking dead with no IQ.

The sound of the gong comes from a gong in its hand.

The black shadow was shaking silently, and while walking, he weakly knocked on the gong in his hand.

But at the moment when this shadow entered the village...

"hiss!!"

A piercing and strange sound rang in Yang Xuming's ears.

That terrifying voice seemed to be just outside the door between them, and some terrifying monster was entrenched.

Ying Sixue was so frightened that she threw herself directly on Yang Xuming and grabbed him tightly.

Yang Xuming stared at the direction of the door, stiff.

The moment the weird cry rang, he saw a huge black shadow suddenly flashed past the door.

—The invisible monster is indeed lying in ambush at their door!

Immediately afterwards, there was a deep, weird laughter from the village.

"Hey haha...hey hahaha..."

That sharp, piercing smile was full of unspeakable malice, and it was not something that a living person could make.

The laughter came from all the houses in the village, from all the halls with open doors.

From...Yang Xuming, the Buddhist altar behind them.

It seems that at this moment, in all the houses and shrines of this village, there are terrifying ghosts making weird laughs.

The originally quiet village suddenly became extremely lively.

But Yang Xuming ignored the sudden strange laughter.

He stared at the direction of the end of the village, and saw with his own eyes the black shadow that was knocking on the gong and staggering into the village being swept by a huge shadow.

Then, both sides disappeared from Yang Xuming's vision.

"Have you seen..." Yang Xuming asked in a low voice.

Ying Sixue clutched his hand tightly, her voice trembling, "Um..."

"What do you see?"

"A spider..." Ying Sixue murmured, "A big spider."

This answer is exactly the same as what Yang Xuming saw.

The monster that robbed the shadows was indeed a spider.

A terrifyingly big spider...

The cold wind rushed from behind.

The moment Yang Xuming lost his mind, the strange laughter suddenly disappeared in the shrine behind him.

Instead, a hand that exuded a burnt smell, silently stretched out from the darkness behind Yang Xuming.

Scratched heavily on his shoulder!