Lin Qiu who was beside Yang Xuming swallowed nervously when the crisp bell was getting closer.

She asked in a low voice, "Big Brother Yang, Uncle, he saw that we were controlled by ghosts...Will he kill us as ghosts as well?"

Yang Xuming smiled bitterly, "This question is a good question, I don't know."

Ying Sixue glanced at the blood-red sedan chair in the corner and said, "Even if Master Yang's father doesn't kill us, the female ghost will control us to rush to die."

"Our current position is the standard cannon fodder puppet position!"

Ying Sixue asked, "Master Yang, haven't you thought of a way to get out of control? We have been controlled by this female ghost for so long, so let's use your invincible platinum star to find a way!"

Yang Xuming glanced at the marriage candle in his hand and smiled bitterly, "My platinum star is missing now, and I don't have a chance to be a strict wife."

"No! You have a chance," Ying Sixue said, standing stiffly, controlled by the female ghost, and looking in the direction of the entrance to the corridor, "before you came in, you had a conversation with your wife, which proves it. Thing."

"That is, your daughter-in-law may be nearby at this time, just outside this illusory world."

"It's just that if no one leads the way in this place, it is difficult for other people or ghosts to enter, so it cannot interfere with the things inside."

"But it's okay! Since she cares so much about you, she must have left behind you, such as the one you can immediately perceive when you encounter danger or die."

"You can think of a way to put yourself into a near-death state, so that you may be able to trigger your girlfriend to leave behind and let her rush in."

Ying Sixue had a bad idea, and Yang Xuming's face was black.

"First of all, I'm still controlled by a female ghost, and secondly, even if I restore my personal freedom, are you so sure that I can come in when I am dying?"

"Bullshit! With her violent temper, if she could come in, she would have demolished this clay fort, and she would wait for you to call..."

Sure enough, no matter how clever a person is, he will occasionally come up with a bad idea.

Zhuge Liang asked Ma Di to guard the street pavilion, and Zhuge Sixue made him self-mutilate... This idea was so bad.

At this time, the Wangjiabao was quiet again.

The group of violent ghosts and evil spirits who had rioted before, all lost their voices at this time.

Only the crisp and sweet bells rang in the corridor, slowly walking towards here with the sound of heavy footsteps.

The icy snowflakes fell on Yang Xuming and their shoulders.

Under the locust tree in the corner of the small courtyard, the blood-red sedan chair stopped there quietly. No one knew when it came and how it appeared.

But at this moment it stopped quietly under the locust tree, behind Yang Xuming and the others, like a supervising army on a battlefield.

And Yang Xuming and the others are the cannon fodder who were driven by the prison army to siege the city and die...

The bell at this time has passed through the not-so-long corridor, getting closer and closer to them.

Bell Bell Bell—— Bell Bell Bell— Bell Bell Bell—

The closer and closer ringtones are still sweet and crisp, but at this time they sound extremely terrifying.

The crisp bell that kept ringing was more like a death knell.

As it approached, Yang Xuming and their situation became more and more dangerous.

Finally, the familiar and unfamiliar figure appeared at the exit of the corridor and stood in the small courtyard.

The blood-red coat hangs down, concealing his figure.

Blood-colored gauze hung on the blood-red hat, making it hard to see its face.

But Yang Xuming, who had seen the true face behind the cloak, had long since determined that this tall and burly familiar figure was his father!

When the pale soul-inspiring banner entered the small courtyard, the three of Yang Xuming also shocked their bodies at the same time.

Then, under the control of some unknown force, they walked towards the figure in the blood cloak in front of them at the same time.

The violent blood evil spirit rushed toward him.

Facing the approach of the three living people, the burly figure in the blood cloak didn't react or pause in any way.

It still walked towards the three people coldly and mechanically, and the shadow of death enveloped everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Yang Xuming finally broke the jar and shouted.

"Yang Jing! Do you remember Du Shuying, a fisher girl by the Yuan River?!"

The moment this sentence was said, the bell in the courtyard stopped in vain.

Then it disappeared.

The burly figure in the blood cloak stood frozen in place, like a robot with the pause button pressed, and lost its response.

Ying Sixue saw this scene and hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up!"

In fact, she didn't need to remind her. Seeing that it was useful to mention his mother's name, Yang Xuming spoke for a few seconds, and immediately struck the iron while it was hot and shouted.

"Her husband is dead, she is alone with the child, orphans and widows can't live in the country, so they can only go to the city to do odd jobs."

"Everyone tried to persuade her to remarry, but she still refused. She said that she has only one husband in her life, regardless of life or death!"

"Her husband's name is Yang Jing!"

Yang Xuming stared at the burly figure in front and shouted, "She has to do two odd jobs a day, doing housekeeping during the day, and setting up a night market stall at night. She is often too busy to eat in time, and her stomach disease is so serious that she was hospitalized for emergency treatment. Second-rate!"

"Her son woke up at midnight and often saw her crying secretly in the room holding her husband's portrait alone."

"But for so many years, she has suffered so much by herself, but she has never blamed her husband!"

"She never blamed the man for leaving their orphans and widows alone. When she was unconscious due to a stomach piercing, she just grabbed her son's hand and cried, thinking that her husband had finally returned!"

"Everyone thinks her husband is dead, even she herself thinks so, but why is her husband alive? Why is her husband alive but doesn't go back to see her?"

Yang Xuming stared at the burly figure in front of him and asked, "Have her husband forgotten her?"

"Is she in that man's heart, she doesn't even have a place for this poor woman?"

"Yang Jing! Answer me! Do you remember Du Shuying who stole a fish by you on the Yuan River?!"

Yang Xuming's series of questions continued to sound like a bead, and apart from his voice, there was no other sound in the entire small courtyard.

So, when Yang Xuming finished speaking, the world was quiet.

The burly figure stiffly standing in the snow stood there blankly, seeming to become a lifeless clay sculpture.

The original evil and violent aura became chaotic and irritable, and seemed to be unparalleled.

Yang Xuming and the three looked at it and did not act rashly.

This stalemate lasted for half a minute.

Then……

"Xu Ming..." A hoarse voice rang out under the hat.

"You're grown up..."

Yang Xuming's eyes suddenly stopped.

Because the moment the hoarse voice sounded, the pale hoisting banner suddenly shook and pierced his body directly.

The blood spurted out instantly.