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Hearing Yang Jian's answer, the messengers standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked in one by one.

After pushing open the door, they began to put down their luggage, which contained some emergency food and water, as well as some flashlights, batteries, tools and the like.

It seems to be well prepared.

After all, they are not like Su Yuan and Yang Jian, who can survive for seven days without eating or drinking, even if they are still alive, they have no mobility.

After putting down their things, several people silently began to check the situation of the room, and then each found a place to sit down, then quieted down, and each began to rest.

What is certain is that the ancient houses here will never be so peaceful. As messengers, they understand the importance of adequate rest, so naturally they will not miss any opportunity.

The task of delivering letters at the post office has never been easy. The higher the floor, the more dangerous the task of delivering letters will be. Although it seems safe and sound now, this is only the superficial situation. The real danger has not yet appeared. when.

But it's only a matter of time,

Soon, time passed bit by bit, and unconsciously, it was twelve o'clock. During the period, it was very quiet, everything seemed normal, and no accident happened.

Moreover, those ghost masters were very sensible and didn't rush around. I don't know if Su Yuan's words played a role, or they had their own plans.

And this moment.

No one in the room noticed that at the moment when twelve o'clock came, the two red lanterns at the gate of the ancient house began to fade rapidly. The red faded, and the lanterns gradually turned white. The light is also turning from red to white.

soon.

The two red lanterns turned into two white lanterns.

The moment the white lantern appeared, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the old forest, and the lantern suddenly turned slightly, which also made the other side of the lantern emerge.

A black word "Dian" is extremely scary. From a distance, it seems that the ancient house has become a place for funerals at this moment.

In the cold wind blowing, the two big lanterns swayed slightly, and the pale and frightening candles flickered, as if attracting the souls of the dead, which was particularly eye-catching and terrifying in this dark and depressing world.

But the people in the old house don't know anything about it.

As soon as twelve o'clock passed, it meant that the post office's tasks had begun, and the couriers would stay here for seven days, and now it was the first day, and it had just begun.

Depressed, in the dark old house, there is silence, except for the room, there is no one else in the place, only a skinny old man sitting on a black chair in the lobby, eyes closed, expressionless, with a pair of cold eyes The dead man's feet fell on the ground, covered with corpse spots.

Although there is a coffin behind the lobby.

But at this time, no one dared to bury the old man, and even dared not approach the corpse, so they could only let the corpse stay here quietly.

The dead body seems to have become a taboo, and everyone dares to touch it.

Others didn't dare to touch it because they were afraid of the unknown, and they were afraid that an unknown accident would happen after touching the corpse, but Su Yuan knew that the time had not come, and now was not the time to bury the old man.

Slightly looking at the messengers in the room, although they all seemed to be sleeping with their eyes closed, Su Yuan knew in his heart that no one could fall asleep in this environment, and would wake up immediately if there was any movement.

Just like Yang Jian, although his eyes are closed, the ghost eyes on his forehead are still turning restlessly, watching the surrounding movement.

More eyes is better!
When Su Yuan thought of this, just when this thought flashed through his mind, there was sudden movement in the old house.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

There was a burst of knocking on the door.

The sound came from outside the old house. It seemed that someone was slamming on the heavy gate of the old house. Although the movement was not big, it was especially obvious in the silent night.

"Someone knocking on the door?"

For an instant.

In the room, Lao Ying, Wang Feng, Da Qiang, Yang Xiaohua, and even Yang Jian all opened their eyes.

Su Yuan sighed in his heart, and immediately understood that the process of encoffining the old man had already begun, and those ghosts were already probing.

"I hate knocking."

Yang Jian stood up with a gloomy face, and said this, it seems that the supernatural event of the door knocker left a big shadow in his heart.It seems to have become a lingering nightmare.

After all, the turning point of his life started from the supernatural event of the door knocker.

"Who, who is knocking on the door outside?" Someone called out, and that voice was Zhou Deng. This guy was not timid, and he dared to speak boldly in such a situation, not afraid of being watched by ghosts.

However, no one responded outside the ancient house, they were still beating on the door, and the voice was very urgent.

Listening to the voice, Yang Jian seemed to be identifying the situation: "At least six hands are knocking on the door at the frequency of one, two, four, and six."

"It doesn't matter how many pairs it has, don't you know when you go out and have a look?"

Saying that, Su Yuan stood up slowly, and walked towards the door. Seeing this, Yang Jian said to the people in the room: "You guys stay here."

After speaking, he followed Su Yuan's footsteps and left the room.

This is normal, and with his personality, he naturally would not choose to ignore this abnormality.

Just after turning a corner, he saw Su Yuan standing in the lobby, Zhou Deng, and even a few ghost masters who heard the sound.

Without exception, everyone looked at the old man's corpse in the lobby.

Yang Jian followed their eyes and could not help but shrink his pupils.

Because the dead body of the old man did not know when it changed its position. It was originally on the grand master's chair on the left, but it was changed to sit on the right. The posture is exactly the same, without any change, the only change is the position.

"Which of you touched that corpse?"

No one answered this question, because as long as they were not fools, they would not choose to touch the corpse of such an old man in this mysterious house. If an accident happened, it would be tantamount to courting death.

So the corpse stood up and changed seats?
Think that chair is uncomfortable?
Yang Jian subconsciously looked at Su Yuan, as if he wanted to get an answer from Su Yuan. After all, he still remembered that Su Yuan had said that he had been to this old house. Unfortunately, nothing could be said about Su Yuan. Unable to tell, he just stood there and looked at it, then walked towards the gate.

Because the rapid and continuous knocking on the door became louder and louder.

After bypassing the screen wall, Su Yuan's figure was no longer visible, and the sound of knocking on the door stopped abruptly. Yang Jian thought for a while, and walked towards the door without worrying too much about the change of the old man's position.

After bypassing the screen wall, he paused in his footsteps and looked ahead solemnly.

Because the gate of the old house was open.

Then the question arises, since the door is open, what was it that knocked on the door just now?