The mournful music became clearer and clearer.
Wu Fan and Ah `Kun suddenly opened their eyes.
They weren't in the mushroom house, but on a forest path.
On this road.
Eight people dressed in red carried the coffin and moved forward along with the funeral music.
Their faces were covered in a thick layer of white powder, and only their eyes and lips were painted a bright red.
The group of people carrying the coffin jumped around, shaking the coffin left and right in panic. Their eyes without pupils were especially terrifying. No matter how one looked at them, they did not look human.
Ah `Kun and Ah` Kun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly ran forward.
When the people carrying the coffins saw this scene, they all put down the coffins and quickly chased after them.
These things were not human, and their speed was astonishing.
Not long after, he caught the two of them.
Then, he opened the coffin and threw the two of them in.
Ah `Kun and Wu Fan were extremely frightened. They were surrounded by darkness, and the coffin above their heads gave them a suffocating feeling.
The two of them shouted at the same time. They used their hands and feet to open the coffin, but they found that the coffin seemed to have been nailed shut.
"Let me out!"
"Let me out!"
The two of them shouted at the top of their lungs.
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from below." Since I don't know who the father of the child is, I'll let the two of you be the father of the child!”
When Ah `Kun and Wu Fan heard this voice, they were so scared that their faces turned ashen. They turned their heads slightly and looked down.
They saw a female ghost with a twisted face and an unusually long tongue grinning at the two of them.
Ah!
The two of them roared and woke up from their dreams at the same time.
Their faces were covered in cold sweat, and their clothes were completely soaked in sweat.
But it was still alright.
This was just a dream.
That was not right.
This was not a mushroom house.
Ah `Kun and Wu Fan noticed something strange at the same time. They quickly looked around and finally made a shocking discovery.
This was the entrance of Wengcao Village.
The mound beneath them was the grave where the coffin was buried.
In other words, they had left the mushroom house and arrived at the female ghost's grave!
Thinking of this…
The two of them rolled and crawled down from the grave. They forced themselves to support themselves with their weak legs and ran back to the mushroom house with all their might.
It was unknown what time it was in the morning, but the entire Wengcao Village was dark.
Finally.
The two of them saw the high beam lights of the mushroom house.
Gritting their teeth, they climbed up the stone steps and entered the courtyard.
Ah `Kun shouted and cried,"Please, there's a ghost, there's really a ghost!”
The quiet mushroom house was broken by this voice.
The sound woke up the sleeping crowd.
The cameras were turned on again, and the live broadcast began again. In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of people poured in.
"There's a live broadcast at three in the morning?"
"What a thoughtful director team. They actually prepared a surprise!”
"This is an extra benefit for us night owls!”
"Where did Kun Kun and Fan Fan go? Why do you look so haggard!"
"These two people are covered in mud. They don't look like they came from home.”
……
Huang Lei and the others walked out one after another, their faces filled with displeasure.
If it were anyone else, they would not feel good being woken up in the middle of the night!
He had already suffered quite a shock from following these two people during the day. Now, they were still making a ruckus at night. If not for the sake of his image on the screen, Huang Lei would have thrown his slippers on them!
Teacher He patted Huang Lei's shoulder, indicating for him to calm down. He then walked forward to smooth things over and asked,"Kun Kun, Fan Fan, where did you two go so late at night? Why are you up at three in the morning?"
"There's a ghost!"
Ah `Kun looked terrified and said," Brother Fan and I were sleeping in the mushroom house. But in the dream, we were thrown into a coffin. The female ghost said that we were responsible. Then, we were scared awake and found that we were no longer in the mushroom house. Instead, we were on the new grave that was erected yesterday!”
"This joke is not funny at all.”
"If I were Ah `Kun's father and he dared to disturb me in the middle of the night, I would give him a slap!”
"Maybe it's true? Did the female ghost really take them away?”
"What do you mean? How can you believe that!"
"Maybe he was sleepwalking? I walked over while dreaming!"
"Is it possible for two people to dream together?”
"How is that impossible? When I was in junior high school, two classmates sleepwalked together and fought in the corridor for the entire night. The next day, they didn't know anything and just said that their bodies were in excruciating pain.”
"Invincible!"
……
Huang Lei's face darkened as he said coldly,""Don't mess around at night. I still have to make breakfast tomorrow. I'm going to sleep first.”
Mr. He nodded." It's getting late. Hurry up and go back to sleep. I don't know what's going on today, but I feel so cold."”
"Maybe it's because I'm old."
Teacher Huang turned around and said.
"But I'm also very cold, the coldness that seeps into my bones.”
Peng Peng added and quickly walked back into the house.
Zhang Zifeng shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, he realized that his palm was shining with golden light!
A strange pattern gradually appeared!
This pattern was nothing else.
It was the talisman that Zhang Yi had drawn yesterday.
This talisman protected Zhang Zifeng, preventing the infiltration of Yin Qi.
She couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart as she returned to the house with a smile.
Only Ah `Kun and Wu Fan were left trembling.
The two of them dragged their way back to the house and sat on the bed with dull eyes, ready to wait for dawn.
Sleep?
Impossible!
I definitely won't sleep tonight!
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