this is not a joke

Chapter 373
"What are you doing here?" A woman who looked a few years older than Yang Huiqing asked her.

The woman happened to come over to pick up the incense candles in the corner just now, and she saw Yang Huiqing standing not far from the entrance of the worship room, with an unnatural expression on her face.

However, this woman has no doubts about Yang Huiqing's identity, she has already regarded Yang Huiqing as her friend in her consciousness.

Yang Huiqing immediately replied: "I just sat for a long time, and there are too many people over there, so I have a little more space here to move around."

The woman didn't suspect anything, she just nodded: "I'll call you when we're about to have dinner later. Well, where's your brother?"

"He, he went to the bathroom." Yang Huiqing pointed outside.

At this moment, Yang Huiqing saw the straight mobile phone in her raised hand, she had an idea, and asked: "By the way, did someone take her mobile phone for use?"

"Whose?" The woman didn't respond for a moment.

Yang Huiqing pointed to the salient room.

The woman came to a realization and suddenly realized: "Oh, no one uses her mobile phone. We sealed her number, and no one will use it in the future. This is her lifetime number, which belongs to private property, so I specially applied to the telecommunications company to seal it up." of."

"Is it still possible to operate like this?" Yang Huiqing was taken aback, "That is to say, no one can get through this number now?"

"The mobile phone number has been blocked, and I must not be able to get through!"

Seeing that Yang Huiqing was suspicious, the woman took out her mobile phone and skillfully dialed the strange number that Yang Huiqing was familiar with.

I put it next to my ear and listened, then turned on the hands-free, and immediately there was a prompt sound of "the number you dialed has been discontinued".

Yang Huiqing felt terrified. She had already dialed the number just now and talked to the person over there, but now she found that the number couldn't be dialed!
The woman turned off the phone and said, "My father was very possessive when he was alive. He never allowed others to use his own things. We were often beaten when we were young..."

Yang Huiqing was a little confused: "Your father?"

"Well, my dad." The woman pointed to the viewing room, and continued: "The doctor said that because of his eccentric temper and preoccupation with everything, he couldn't let go of his heart when he was sick, which accelerated the deterioration of his condition."

After saying this, the woman took the joss stick and went to do other things, leaving Yang Huiqing standing there in shock.

"A man? Is the deceased a man?" She kept thinking.

Suddenly Yang Huiqing woke up like a dream. If the deceased was a man, why did he use a hairpin to stick in his hair?What is he doing with a hairpin as a man?
"No, what's wrong! My brother can't insert that hairpin!"

Yang Huiqing turned around and ran to the viewing room.

Pay homage to the interior.

Yang Jingpeng carefully inserted the hairpin into the semicircular hair of the middle-aged female corpse. The hairpin just approached, and suddenly saw the mouth of the female corpse slightly opened, and the corners of the mouth formed an arc. He actually smiled.

Yang Jingpeng was so frightened that he couldn't help taking a step back, and stepped on the foot of the person behind him. He turned around quickly, but saw a man in a shroud standing behind him with his eyes closed.

The man seemed to be in his early sixties when he died, and his body was slightly obese. Although his eyes were closed, it was obvious that the fat on his face was trembling slightly, as if he was very angry.

The next second, the man suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Yang Jingpeng's neck.

Yang Jingpeng failed to dodge, and saw the man still closed his eyes and opened his mouth, a large amount of stench gushed out of his mouth, approaching him.

He quickly stretched out his hand to touch the fat body of the opponent, but he was obviously not as strong as the man, and was quickly pressed down by the man, hitting his back on the ice coffin.

The woman lying in the ice coffin seemed to move at this moment, and soon Yang Jingpeng felt a burst of coldness on the back of his neck, and an abnormally cold finger touched his skin.

"Let... let him go!"

Yang Huiqing's trembling voice sounded, and after she ran in, she was terrified by the scene in front of her, trembling all over her body, although she yelled like this, she didn't dare to approach.

And the slightly obese man in the shroud in front of him is obviously the deceased who should be in the ice coffin, but who is the person wearing the hairpin in the ice coffin at this moment?
Moreover, it seemed that he and Yang Jingpeng had helped the wrong person. This hairpin should not have been worn on the head of the person in the ice coffin.

She didn't dare to get close, and hurried to the door of the worship room, and shouted to the outside of the mourning hall: "It's a fraud! It's not good, it's a fraud!"

There was noise everywhere outside the mourning hall, but with Yang Huiqing's shout, all the voices disappeared immediately.

They turned to look at her one by one.

Soon the Taoist priest standing in the mourning hall was pushed to the front, holding the mahogany sword, he half-pushed to the outside of the viewing room, took a look inside, and was so frightened that he threw the mahogany sword far away, turned around and ran outside .

The two disciples who followed him also fled immediately, others turned pale with fright, some saw the horrible scene in the worship room, some didn't even dare to look at it, and they all fled the mourning hall, no one dared to enter rescue.

"Mom, hasn't my mother been mad at my father for a long time? Why is she here?"

The woman who communicated with Yang Huiqing just now was trembling all over, and she couldn't help talking while running out in panic.

Yang Huiqing vaguely heard what she said, and wanted to run with the others, but her younger brother was pressed by the fat man and couldn't get away, and the female corpse lying in the ice coffin had also sat up at this moment, turning out of the coffin fall.

It seems that the two strange people in the viewing room are husband and wife. The woman has been dead for a long time, and the man is the deceased in the mourning hall. I just don’t know why this situation happened!Why are there two dead?
At the same time that everyone including the Taoist priests ran out of the mourning hall, a young man approached the viewing room, came to Yang Huiqing, and dragged her into the viewing room while people were scrambling to get out.

This young man is Wei An.

He quickly glanced at the scene inside, and saw that Yang Jingpeng, who was being pressed down by a fat man wearing a shroud, was still resisting him, and it seemed that he was not in danger yet.

Immediately asked Yang Huiqing: "What level of strange talk is this?"

"Class E..." Yang Huiqing didn't know why the other party asked such a question, but she vaguely guessed that this young man might be the one Yang Jingpeng met just now, and answered tremblingly.

"Ghost stories above E level can't be hastily completed according to the task, but learn to analyze some hidden information." Wei'an quickly walked to the suppressed Yang Jingpeng.

A wave of fear spread from his body. Although the feeling of fear was not strong, the two weirdnesses could still be felt immediately.

The fat man in shroud immediately let go of Yang Jingpeng's hand and stepped back.

The body of the woman who had just fallen out of the ice coffin also fell on the ground, and did not raise her body for a while.

Wei An took the opportunity to help Yang Jingpeng up, seeing that there was no injury on his body, he said, "Since I chose to take the hairpin, why not use it on the spot?"

After saying that, he grabbed Yang Jingpeng's right hand that was holding the hairpin all the time, then pointed the tip of the hairpin at the head of the fat man in the shroud, pressed Yang Jingpeng's hand and inserted it violently.

(End of this chapter)