The strongest BOSS of mysterious recovery

Chapter 58 Mourning Hall
With the sound of "呲~" brakes, the ghost bus stopped beside the old-fashioned bus stop sign beside the road.

With a bang, the door opened.

A stench of overcast wind rushed in from the open car door.The temperature in the bus dropped several degrees at once.

"The bus stopped, why hasn't the Specter appeared yet?" Su Mubai frowned, his eyes fixed on the Yizhuang at the end of the country road.

The Yizhuang looked very infiltrating. It seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time and was dilapidated, but the surrounding of the Yizhuang was covered with white cloth strips.

It's like the kind that is arranged at funerals after someone dies, and the whole room is blank.

The strangest thing is that the white cloths around the Yizhuang mansion seem to be very new, as if they have not been hung up for a long time!
"There must be ghosts here, but I don't know how many ghosts there are in that village, and how scary they are." Su Mubai got up from his seat and walked towards the open car door.

He was going to get out of the car and go to Nayi Village to have a look.

The layout of the Yizhuang is very strange, it seems that the funeral has just been completed.But this place itself is in a strange place, and it seems normal to be a little weird.

Tatata!
Su Mubai took a step and glanced at the mummified bride when she passed by, and found that she was sitting firmly in her seat, motionless, with no intention of getting out of the car at all.

"It's good if you don't get off the bus. If you get off the bus, I'll be a little bit tied." Su Mubai thought, and after taking a look, she stopped paying attention to the mummified bride.

The Specter who was about to get on the bus at this stop seemed to be very patient, and until Su Mubai got off the bus, there was still no Specter around.

After getting off the bus, Su Mubai stood on the side of the road and glanced at the old-fashioned bus stop sign next to him.

This bus stop sign is made of iron. It seems to have existed for a long time. It is rusted and there are three big characters on the stop sign.

Renjiazhuang!
Su Mubai looked at the three words on the stop sign and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.But he recovered quickly, but a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Renjiazhuang, why don't you just call it Renjiazhen..."

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The pitch-black mist surged and spread towards the Yizhuang in the distance. Su Mubai took one step and disappeared in place.

The night wind is gentle.

The black plants on both sides of the country road blown by the cold wind rustled, giving people an inexplicable feeling of horror.

In the Yizhuang, the white cloth beams, the entire interior is arranged to look like a mourning hall.

In the center of the hall of Yizhuang, there is a coffin.

It was a red coffin with a black word "Lien" on the side of the coffin. The whole coffin looked strangely strange!

In front of the coffin was an incense case filled with various offerings, as well as a spiritual seat with a photo of the old man's portrait on the spiritual seat.

On the incense table, two black candles are burning, emitting a faint green light, and the whole hall is faintly green.

Sudden.

In the hall, wisps of black mist appeared out of thin air.

As time passed, the fog became more and more, and finally the fog condensed, a black light flashed, and a figure appeared in the hall.

It was Su Mubai!
Su Mubai, who successfully invaded with the ghost domain, immediately looked at the surrounding environment.

"Is this a mourning hall?" Su Mubai frowned slightly, without much judgment, the decorations in the hall can already explain everything.

In the hall, the paper money all over the floor, and some paper ashes after burning the paper money were also scattered on the ground without anyone cleaning.

The decoration is white, and there are white cloths hanging everywhere. In addition to the coffin in the center of the hall and the incense case in front of the coffin, it all means that this is a mourning hall.

"The red coffin..." Su Mubai glanced at the other things in the hall, and then put his eyes on the center of the hall.

There were two things that attracted his attention. Apart from the red coffin, the other was the spiritual seat on the incense case.

The old man in the posthumous photo is about 80 to [-] years old, and looks very kind and amiable.

However, there is no name on the spiritual seat, only a black and white portrait of such an old man.

Su Mubai thought for a while, then stepped forward, picked up the spiritual seat on the incense case and looked at it.

Starting with a piece of warmth, Su Mubai couldn't recognize what material the spiritual seat was made of, but he felt that it was not made of wood or iron.

The spiritual position is very common. Except for the strange materials made and the strange feel, there is no supernatural power in it.

"There is no problem with the spiritual position, so there is only a ghost in the coffin." The moment Su Mubai entered the hall, he felt a gloomy aura.

This kind of aura is unique to the ghosts or spiritual items, so Su Mubai immediately determined that there are ghosts in this mourning hall.

Su Mubai put down the spiritual seat, while he bypassed the incense table and came to the edge of the red coffin.

"Snapped"

Su Mubai's black-blue palm grabbed onto the coffin lid, and slowly exerted force on his hand. His strength was so great that the entire coffin lid was gradually pushed open.

As the coffin lid was pushed open, a gloomy aura spread, and the temperature in the hall dropped a lot.

Above the incense table, the black candle burned more vigorously, the flames crackled, and the faint green candle light became more intense.

With a bang, the coffin cover fell to the ground.

The coffin was completely opened by Su Mubai, and inside the coffin lay a wrinkled old man in a black gown.

The old man's eyes were tightly closed, and he lay motionless in the coffin. The skin on his body was covered with age spots, exuding an odor.

"Huh? Specter hasn't fully recovered yet?" Su Mubai could clearly feel that the supernatural power in the coffin was gradually strengthening.

With the passage of time, soon, the old man in the coffin began to have corpse spots on his body, and the coverage of the corpse spots continued to increase.

"This old man used to be a ghost rider, but now he is dead, and the spirit in his body is gradually recovering?" Su Mubai guessed based on the situation on the scene.

"But if that's the case, who arranged this mourning hall? Was the old man in the coffin arranged before he died?"

Su Mubai was a little puzzled.

If it is said that this mourning hall, including this coffin, was arranged by the old man before his death, it does not matter.

But who burned the paper money on the ground?Who set the offering on the incense table?And who lit those two black candles that looked extremely weird?
"Whoo~~~"

Sudden.

A gust of gloomy wind blew, and on the incense table, the two black candles went out, and the surrounding environment suddenly fell into darkness.

"Huh? What about people?!"

The moment the candle went out, Su Mubai turned his head to look at the incense case, but when he turned his head again, he found that...

The old man in the coffin is gone!

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Ps: I’m so sleepy, this chapter was written with my eyes closed, good night, ask for a wave of recommended tickets, monthly tickets, collections, comments, etc. before going to bed…

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