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    Everyone held white lanterns and stood in the open space among the old forests.

    There are a total of five old tombs in this open space, and one of the old tombs has collapsed, and the tombstones are all down on the ground, but judging from the traces, it seems that the collapsed old tomb happened recently.

    besides.

    In front of the tombstones of these five old graves, there is a blue and white bowl, which contains a bowl of white rice. The white rice has distinct grains, is half-cooked, has not rotted, and is clean without any dust.

    Obviously.

    This white rice is an offering for the dead.

    But now Yang Jian, Li Yang, Lao Ying and others have to consider how many bowls of white rice they should take away today.

    Because from the previous speculation, the fifth day of the ancient house is likely to be a ghost feast, and the white rice needed for the fifth day must be taken away today, otherwise there will be no chance to come here again later.

    Everyone agrees with this statement.

    Really wait until the fifth day of the ghost banquet to pick up the white rice, I'm afraid I won't die.

    "There is still plenty of time, we still have time to think slowly, there is no rush." ??Yang Xiaohua comforted everyone at this moment.

    The eagle on the side nodded: "There is indeed plenty of time, but it is not worthwhile for us to waste time on this issue. We will go to other places to see later, and we can't keep thinking about a few bowls of rice here."  question."

    "Five graves, five bowls of rice, Li Yang is right, one bowl is definitely not enough, at least two bowls must be taken away." Fan Xing pondered.

    Daqiang said: "There can only be more food, not less, less, the fifth day is not enough to deal with the ghosts in the old house, we will be attacked by the ghosts in the old house again, so we can't hesitate on this choice."

    "Don't forget, if these old graves get out of control, the danger for us next time we come here will increase. I think the sixth or seventh day of the old house must be a funeral.  That coffin is buried in this old forest, adding a sixth grave here." Eagle reminded again.

    If the fifth day is a ghost banquet, then the sixth day and the seventh day must be a funeral.

    The place of funeral is here.

    Even the shovel is ready in this open space, which is used for digging cemeteries.

    So everyone in the future will come here again.

    But this time, the white rice was taken away, which broke the balance here, and the road to the next funeral must be full of dangers.

    "Then take three bowls of rice with you, the amount is more balanced." Fan Xing looked at Yang Jian: "Captain Yang, what do you think of this proposal?"

    Others also took a look at this moment.

    Right now, only Yang Jian can make the decision. Whatever they say is just a suggestion and cannot play a decisive role.

    Yang Jian was also thinking, he thought of something that happened before.

    That is Zhou Deng took a stick of incense in front of the coffin before, and Zhou Deng said when he appeared in the back hall that he left the stick of incense here.

    Now the old grave in this place has collapsed, and it is suspected that a ghost wearing high heels walked out of the old grave.

    So that might be a clue.

    A stick of incense for a bowl of rice?

    Incense is for ghosts, but rice is for people.

    "If one stick of incense is exchanged for a bowl of rice, is it possible that we have to go back to the ancient house to fetch the other two sticks of incense?" Yang Jian's expression changed.

    However, in order to prove this conjecture, he searched in the old collapsed grave, ignoring other people's inquiries.

    "Captain, what are you looking for?" Li Yang asked.

    "found it."

    Yang Jian quickly found a small wooden stick from the yellow soil. Although there was only a little bit left, it could still be judged that it was a burnt incense stick.

    "Where is the incense that Zhou Deng took from the old house before?" Seeing this, everyone's expressions changed.

    "So, so, one stick of incense is exchanged for a bowl of rice, and the three sticks of incense in front of the coffin were prepared at this time." The eagle came to his senses and said in amazement.

    Yang Jiandao: "It's not sure yet, but at least I can be sure that food can be taken away after the old tomb collapses, and there is no danger. It's just that the previous incense stick released a ghost in advance. If  If one stick of incense is exchanged for one bowl of rice, then that means we have to release two ghosts?"

    "Captain, have you forgotten? The remaining two sticks of incense have been extinguished and will no longer burn. What Zhou Deng took away was burned the next day."Who knows, anything can happen here." Li Yang shook his head.

    Yang Jian didn't speak, just looked at the yellow paper covering Zhou Deng's face, thought for a while, stretched out his blackened ghost hand and tore off the yellow paper.

    Although the yellow paper sticks tightly to the face, it doesn't stick tightly and can be easily torn apart.

    The yellow paper was torn off.

    A strange face was revealed, which was not Zhou Deng's at all.

    But at the next moment, Zhou Deng suddenly opened his eyes, then opened his mouth, panting heavily, as if he was about to suffocate.

    Everyone was startled, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

    However, Yang Jian was holding a cracked spear in his hand, and the long coffin nail was facing Zhou Deng's forehead and was about to fall.

    "Wait, wait a minute." Zhou Deng stretched out his hand hastily.

    The coffin nail stopped in front of Zhou Deng's forehead.

    One second later, Yang Jian would penetrate his head and nail him to the ground.

    "Alive?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, a little surprised.

    "I'm not dead at all, Captain Yang, I'm really doomed if you let this thing fall."

    Zhou Deng hurriedly turned over and sat up. He reached out and tore off a human skin mask on his face, and then restored Pin's original appearance.

    "Not dead? It's okay, I can give you a ride." Yang Jian said.

    "Team Yang, we are all colleagues, so why be so heartless? I should have nothing to offend Team Yang." Zhou Deng said with his eyelids jumping.

    Fan Xing scolded: "How dare you say that you have nothing to offend Team Yang, you guy almost killed us all, if it wasn't for walking around with white lanterns, how could the ancient house lose its balance?  The group was almost wiped out yesterday, look at the only ones left who are dead now."

    Zhou Deng looked at the others.

    It was found that the number of people was indeed pitifully small, and compared with the number of people on the first day, it was almost 60% reduced.

    "I almost died too. If I wanted to harm you, how could I kill myself?" Zhou Deng patted the dust and stood up.

    Yang Jian looked at him coldly.

    This guy was indeed unintentional, otherwise he wouldn't be buried here, there must have been an accident midway.

    "Tell me, what's going on with you?" Yang Jian said.

    Zhou Deng said: "This is not the place to talk now, let's leave this forest first."

    "Where's your lantern?" asked the eagle.

    "It was snatched away." When Zhou Deng said this, he had an expression of lingering fear.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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