The moment the suona sounded, Yang Xuming's footsteps became stiff.

He instantly withdrew his foot from the mourning hall, turned and looked behind him.

Is it really coming...

He knew that this process would not go so smoothly, but he didn't expect that someone would really bother him.

In the dark earthen fort, the light is dim.

But candles were lit in the mourning hall, and those candles were the only light source here.

The only strange thing is that the sky is clearly dark, and the whole world is pitch black, but they are in it, except that they can't see anything in the distance, but the things around them can be seen quite clearly. .

Except for the darker light, it is almost indistinguishable from daylight.

It can only be said that the world in the chess game does not play cards according to common sense.

Just like the suona in front of him, Yang Xuming couldn't be more familiar with it.

The festive suona sounded in the dark earthen fort, bringing a gloomy taste.

But the female ghost of the sedan chair represented by this suona had been shot to death before, but now it appeared again intact.

Now that he heard this suona again, Yang Xuming could no longer feel the initial fear.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

And a female ghost who has been beaten to pieces once, can no longer bring Yang Xuming the initial fear.

——Even if Yang Xuming knows that he meets the other party now, he will give it to him in vain.

The sound of suona in the Tubao is getting closer and closer.

It seems that the welcoming team is coming in from the outside and is approaching the mourning hall.

Yang Xuming looked at the marriage candle in his hand again.

However, this marriage candle, which has always played an important role, never reacted this time, as if it had failed.

Ying Sixue and Lin Qiu ran to the corner wittily to hide, lest they would be targeted by the sedan chair female ghost.

But when Yang Xuming was thinking about whether to fight with the female ghost outside, a strange voice suddenly sounded in the mourning hall behind him.

The sound was very soft and weird, as if someone was scraping the inner wall of the coffin with his nails.

Time after time, the pitch is very short, giving a feeling of powerlessness.

But it made Yang Xuming's hair horrified.

He suddenly looked back at the blood-red coffin behind him, and found that the coffin lid, which was originally a bit "displaced", had opened a gap at some point, and Yang Xuming could even see the darkness in the gap.

The cold wind blew in from the small courtyard, blowing the candle flames in the mourning hall frantically, and it seemed that these candles would be extinguished at any time.

And in that small gap, a few pale dead fingers slowly stretched out.

Grabbed the edge of the coffin!

In that posture, it seemed that the headless female corpse in the coffin was trying to grab both sides of the coffin and crawl out.

Yang Xuming was so scared that his hairs stood upright, and he subconsciously looked at Ying Sixue who was aside.

Ying Sixue also saw what happened in the mourning hall, and her face was also ugly.

The moment the two looked at each other, Ying Sixue lip-synched and said two words-he coffin.

Yang Xuming nodded without hesitation.

Now is not the time to hesitate.

Hesitating now is not only defeat, but it must be given for nothing!

Lin Zongli asked him to come here anyway to cover the blood coffin. There is absolutely no question about the level of terror of the female ghost in the blood coffin.

Even if he knew that it might be dangerous to rush in now, Yang Xuming had no way out.

Even if there is a sedan chair behind him to block the road, he has to rush into the mourning hall, completely ignoring the approaching suona behind him.

In the trembling candlelight of the mourning hall, he had already rushed to the blood coffin.

He put his hand heavily on the lid of the coffin and pushed it hard!

"Um?"

Yang Xuming, who was struggling all over, was stunned abruptly.

With his strength, even the grinding wheel would move with such a push.

But the lid of the coffin turned out to be welded to the coffin, and Yang Xuming remained motionless no matter how hard he pushed it.

He didn't believe in evil, and used his strength again, almost using the strength of the milk to close the coffin lid.

However, he still failed.

The coffin lid in his hand seemed to be completely welded to death. Yang Xuming's power was completely unable to shake the coffin lid, let alone close it.

As for the pale fingers that protruded from the gap in the coffin, they still clung to the edge of the coffin, motionless.

... Could it be that its other hand fixed the lid of the coffin inside, preventing me from closing it?

Yang Xuming's heart shrank slightly.

He thought of a certain possibility.

The female ghost in this blood coffin may not be asleep, but has been sealed inside, so she can't interfere with the outside world, so she can only come out and kill her once in ten years.

He has come into contact with ghosts so much, he has never heard of ghosts needing to sleep and rest.

Now the lid of the blood coffin was loosened a bit, immediately giving the female ghost inside a chance.

It didn't fall asleep at all, but stayed awake all the time!

Maybe even hiding in the coffin at this moment, watching him silently through the tiny black gap...

After swallowing slowly, Yang Xuming looked at the tiny gap.

In the pitch-black gap, nothing can be seen, and it seems to be filled with endless darkness.

But with the appearance of this gap, the temperature inside the house is getting colder and colder.

The unspeakable coldness spread to the outside world along the cracks in the coffin.

Yang Xuming clearly felt the erosion of the outside world by the female ghost inside!

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and went straight out.

"Xiaozi! Swallow it!"

Yang Xuming's eyes stared at the fingers sticking out of the coffin.

Xiaozi's ability to swallow is something that even plums can't resist.

Since this female ghost has exposed her fingers, just grab these fingers and drag it out of the coffin directly!

Yang Xuming's heart was cruel, and his eyes were blood red.

This is his only choice now.

We must take advantage of this female ghost's weak state that he has not pushed open the coffin and cannot completely affect the outside world while he is sick and kills him!

Otherwise, if the female ghost comes out, all of them will die!

However, at the moment when Xiaozi's ghost hand protruded from Yang Xuming's pocket, a biting cold wind suddenly blew in from the gate behind Yang Xuming.

The violent wind pierced Yang Xuming's skin coldly.

His body instantly stiffened.

And the blood coffin was instantly far away in his field of vision—he was being dragged outward by something!

I could only watch Xiaozi's ghost hand stretched out the longest and couldn't reach those fingers that were getting farther and farther away!

"NS!"

Yang Xuming, who was frightened and furious, turned his back with a sword, and exploded with anger and violent anger, "Death to me!"

Just a little bit! Just a little bit!

He looked behind him viciously, only to find that the sword that had been hacked out had failed.

Behind him, there is nothing.

However, Ying Sixue in the yard pointed to Yang Xuming's back and shouted in horror.

"Yang Xuming! Your back! Your back!"

Yang Xuming was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head subconsciously.

Then he saw a strange scene.

On his back, a female body grew like a Siamese baby.

The other party's scarlet wedding gown was extremely dazzling.

The ghost of the sedan chair was stuck directly on his back and stood with him back to back? !

Or maybe... a person and a ghost grow up together?