The ghost knocked on the door, luckily I was able to read the save file!

As for whether the "ghost" was Li Bing's sister or those women, Lin Luo could only use the process of elimination.

After all, he was the only one alive now.

The night was getting dark very quickly tonight. It was less than five o'clock in the afternoon when the sky was already dark.

This made Lin Luo's heart sink, and he hid in this kitchen for a day.

Fortunately, no one came into the kitchen.

Only at noon, a woman occasionally came in to cook, so Lin Luo also secretly had some lunch and took away a flashlight.

As soon as it got dark, Lin Luo carefully groped to the kitchen door and looked outside the door vigilantly. He had to hurry up, otherwise something might happen.

If he waited until the ghost came out to kill people.

Then he would definitely be a living target if he wandered outside.

There was no one outside, so he quickly came to the window on one side, where he could see the stairs to the third floor.

There was no one there, and they should have all run back. After all, they were afraid of death.

But the table was still there, with some melon seeds and melon shells scattered on it.

As night fell, the whole village fell into a dead silence again.

Carefully climbing out of the window, Lin Luo quickly came to the stairs.

He took two steps at a time and went straight to the second floor without any hesitation, and then quickly went to the third floor.

What surprised Lin Luo was that there was only one door on the third floor, in the middle of the corridor, and there were two bright red lanterns at the door. The weak candlelight inside was swaying, giving people an inexplicable gloom.

He remembered that during the day, when he looked up from downstairs, he didn't see these two lanterns. They should have been hung at night.

Lin Luo walked over carefully, holding a flashlight tightly in his right hand.

He subconsciously glanced at the sky. The sky tonight was particularly dark, as if it was splashed with a layer of ink, covering the entire sky completely in deep black.

Whether it was the moon or the stars, they seemed to be swallowed by the darkness at this moment.

Arriving at the door of the house, Lin Luo first listened quietly.

There was no sound inside, so he gently pushed the door open and entered.

To be honest, he was very nervous staying outside all the time.

As soon as he entered the house, Lin Luo was stunned.

Inside the house, opposite were the spirit tablets, densely arranged, and there were more than a dozen rows.

The hundreds of spirit tablets seemed to be flashing strangely in the dark.

This room was unusually spacious, as if it was specially built to accommodate these spirit tablets.

The walls around it looked particularly tall, giving people a sense of oppression. There were four pillars supporting the room.

There was an incense burner in front of it, and the incense ash inside had piled up like a mountain, emitting bursts of pungent smell.

On the table, several yellowed family trees looked particularly old.

Three long incense sticks as thick as fingers were inserted into the incense burner, and the smoke of the incense was lingering. A white candle and a red candle were lit on each side. The white candle emitted a pale light, and the red candle was as red as blood. The two complemented each other, adding a bit of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Lin Luo was a little shocked. He didn't expect that the ancestral hall of this village was actually built on the third floor.

This is indeed a bit unreasonable.

Let alone other things, it is very inconvenient to burn paper and worship.

Moreover, in other words, the ancestral hall is a place for ancestors to live, that is, a house.

You built a house for the dead on your head. Isn't this a ghost pressing on the bed?

Although Lin Luo didn't know much about these taboos, he still knew some simple things.

Looking at the family tree on the table, he flipped through a few pages and then put it directly into his pocket.

Looking left and right, there were bead curtains on both sides.

Lin Luo looked to the left, and there seemed to be something swaying over there.

Turning on the flashlight and sweeping the light over there, Lin Luo felt the hairs all over his body suddenly stand up.

Over there, there were shadows of people, as if there were many people over there, but it was dead silent, without any sound.

He took a deep breath and calmed his violently beating heart. When Lin Luo walked over and pulled up the bead curtain, his heart, which had just calmed down, trembled violently again, his pupils shrank even more, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible fear, and his face turned pale.

In front of him, there were densely packed paper figures. Their faces were white and shiny under the water and electricity lights, but they were lifeless, revealing a strange tranquility.

There were also paper figures hanging on the top of their heads, and their bodies were just hanging there quietly, motionless.

This scene made Lin Luo's back instantly covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, and his breathing subconsciouslyHe paused for a moment, as if the whole world was frozen at this moment.

He tried to suppress the fear in his heart, and his eyes moved slowly, as if being pulled by a mysterious force.

Finally, he seemed to notice something. There were words written on these paper figures! His heartbeat became more and more intense, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He leaned in and took a closer look. The words seemed to be written in blood, emitting a pungent smell.

On the forehead of the first green male paper figure, there was a yellowed talisman paper with the words "Li Zhong" written on it. The handwriting was twisted and hideous, as if struggling in pain.

There was also a talisman paper on the head of the pink female paper figure next to it, with "Li Fengying" written on it, and the handwriting was also hideous and twisted.

Lin Luo did not count them in detail. He just glanced at these paper figures and felt an indescribable depression. The densely packed paper figures seemed like countless pairs of eyes, silently watching him in the dark, waiting for him to approach.

He took two cautious steps back, his steps staggering, as if the ground beneath his feet was no longer solid.

He looked to the other side, wondering what was on the right.

Lin Luo slowly raised his foot, and walked step by step to the right bead curtain, carefully pulling the curtain.

As the curtain was pulled open, what came into his sight was a very conspicuous red coffin. The coffin was quietly placed on the left, forming a strong contrast with the emptiness on the right. The left side was indeed empty except for the red coffin, but in this empty space, there were four lifelike red paper figures, which were neatly arranged and stood there like guards.

The scene in front of him was like a lightning that struck Lin Luo's heart. His whole body trembled violently involuntarily, and a bone-chilling chill rushed straight to his forehead like a surging tide.

What kind of weird situation is this? It was clearly on the third floor of his own house. First, he built a ancestral hall, then placed so many paper figures on such a large scale, and finally placed a big red coffin.

You know, in traditional concepts, coffins are usually black, symbolizing solemnity and solemnity.

And this red coffin represents a happy funeral.

But even if it is a so-called happy funeral object, who would place such a coffin in his home for no reason! ?

Suddenly, Lin Luo looked at the four paper figures on the side.

He looked carefully with a flashlight. There was a white circle on the clothes in front of the four paper figures, with a big word "Jiang" on it.

These four paper figures are sedan bearers.

His eyes fell on the coffin on the side again, and he suddenly remembered the big red sedan on the back mountain.

Lin Luo understood that this place should be the place where the big red sedan was placed.

At this moment, Lin Luo seemed to hear a slight sound of footsteps, someone went upstairs.

Looking around, Lin Luo's eyes fell on the incense burner table, where he seemed to be able to hide.

At the door.

A figure slowly climbed up the stairs like a spider, and then slowly crawled along the wall, dragging a corpse with her left hand.

The voice stopped at the door.

Inside the house, hiding in the pile of paper people, Lin Luo didn't dare to breathe.

At this moment, he was a little scared because he saw several corpses.

They were Li Yuan and his friends, lying at his feet.

Hearing the sound outside, Lin Luo's heart was instantly suspended.

Suddenly, there was a "creak".

The door was opened.

Lin Luo's whole body trembled, he slowly squatted down, and gently moved the bodies of Li Yuan and Zhao Qian to himself.

At the door, an indescribable person with extremely irregular and twisted limbs crawled in from the ceiling with a corpse in one hand.

Then he crawled towards the pile of paper figures, knocking the paper figures hanging on it left and right, and then threw the corpse in his hand onto the corpses of Li Yuan and others.

Hiding under several corpses, Lin Luo held his breath at this moment and did not dare to move at all.

The current time was only six o'clock at most.

And this ghost actually started killing at six o'clock.