Live broadcast in the funeral clothing store

The person spitting out green liquid was none other than Zhang Lang’s father, who was lying in the emerald green coffin in the center!

"Wake up! Wake up!" Zhang Xiaoyu pushed the tailor Sixth Grandpa in surprise!

Several people immediately perked up, but did not dare to act rashly!

I saw that the coffin had been opened! It was opened without any sound right under the eyes of several people. How did they do it?

Zhang Lang's father sat up, gasping for breath! Mouthfuls of green liquid spurted out of his mouth!

"Emmm, I didn't see him drink much? How come he sprayed out so much?" Ye Lei was puzzled.

At this time, Zhang Lang's father had a ferocious face with bulging veins. He sat blankly in the coffin, staring straight ahead with a dull and distracted look in his eyes, muttering, "Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao..."

"What's going on here?" Grandpa Six, the tailor, listened carefully, but what he heard became increasingly unclear.

The Ye family's methods have many similarities with the Western Chen family's methods, and the spells they used are also quite similar. At first, Ye Lei also thought that the Chen family and the Ye family had a deep connection, but...!

The people who were originally sleeping in the green coffins all pushed open the coffin lids and sat up. The momentum was very shocking!

"Zichou Yinmao...!"

"Zichou Yinmao...!"

"Zichou Yinmao...!"

. . . .

All the people in the coffins followed Zhang Lang's father in chanting incantations, their eyes also dull.

The children nestling outside the coffin suddenly started crying, and miserable sounds were everywhere.

Ye Lei was sweating. He had never seen such a scene before. He subconsciously looked at his watch: 3:24 in the morning.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Wen Xue hugged each other in shock, not even daring to look directly at the scene before them.

"Let's recite the song of birth and funeral together!" said Sixth Grandpa Tailor.

Ye Lei was confused. How could the Song of Life and Funeral be a spell? He said, "Recite the spell together? This is also..."

"No, this is not a spell. It's a requiem!" said the tailor Sixth Grandpa.

"Requiem?" Ye Lei was even more confused as to how the spell became a requiem.

"Listen carefully!" Grandpa Six, the tailor, motioned Ye Lei to listen carefully.

Sure enough, although it was chanting a mantra, if you listened carefully, there was actually music in it. Ye Lei was surprised: "This song?"

"That's right, it's from the Yin Book enshrined in the old house of the Ye family!" The tailor Sixth Grandpa knew more than Ye Lei.

But it happened that Ye Lei had read this book "The Book of Yin" and remembered the tune of the only spell.

"The Ye clan, Requiem!" Ye Lei couldn't believe it. How did an outsider get a glimpse of this secret mantra?

"Whose soul are you trying to suppress?" Ye Lei's father stared straight at everything in front of him, not daring to blink at all.

Climbed out~~~!

All the people in the coffin, except the "old ancestor", crawled out. They changed their usual standing and walking, and crawled towards several people like amphibians.

No one knew when the hole in the beam was closed, and the whole place was dark with only tiny dots of green light.

The green light was emanating from the eyes of this group of people, exactly the same as the previous scene.

"Run!" Grandpa Six, the tailor, reminded everyone to escape.

But even if he could escape from the lobby, how could he escape from the range of the barrier?

Instead of this, it is better to face it head on.

"Forget it, don't run away!" Ye Lei's father took a deep puff of cigarette, and the red dot on the cigarette butt flashed.

"If we don't escape, are we just waiting to die?" Ye Lei retorted.

"Yes, waiting to die! To be exact, holding your breath and pretending to be dead!" Ye Lei's father said with an electronic hand.

Could it be that these people are like the zombies in movies and TV shows, relying on smelling the air to determine their position? Let's try our best!

Zhang Lang's father led this group of tribesmen and climbed up to the side of several people!

Just as Ye Lei's father had thought, this group of people stretched out their noses to sniff the air up and down, and they seemed to be able to recognize even the slightest sign of life.

A pair of bright green eyes were already under Ye Lei's head, constantly sniffing the scent.

At this time, Ye Lei couldn't hold his breath any longer, and silently blamed himself for not learning how to hold his breath from his father. Holding his breath was something Ye Lei always hated. During the limited time he spent with his father, he was constantly reminded by his father how to hold his breath. But every time he practiced holding his breath, the scene of his great grandfather lying in the coffin in his shroud would appear in his mind.

Huh~~~~!

Ye Lei let out a long sigh, thinking that this was the end, he was going to be eaten by these monsters.

The dramatic scene is coming!

Huh~~~~!

Huh~~~~!

Huh~~~~!

Huh~~~~!

The other four people also couldn't hold it in and took a breath.

"By the way, hasn't my old father always been proud of how long he can hold his breath? How long is this?" Ye Lei laughed in his heart.

Several people thought that they would definitely be pounced on by these people!

Unexpectedly, this group of people didn't take them seriously at all, just walked past them and walked out of the lobby!

? ? ? ?

Ye Lei and his companions were full of questions, so they had no choice but to follow the group out of the lobby and walk in the other direction of the path.

The Zhang family members were still chanting the spell, but it was obvious that the melody had changed and become gloomy and cold.

"The Ye family's spell is a minor tune? Why is it so eerie?" Ye Lei felt cold and shivered as he listened to the tune.

At the end of the path, there is suddenly light and hope, without the previous depression, making people feel relieved.

A spacious open space, nothing unusual at first glance.

There was just a pillar standing in the middle of the open space. This pillar vaguely looked similar to the main beam of the lobby, but it was not very clear in the dim light.

All members of the Zhang family stopped!

Plop~~!

Plop~~~!

. . . .

The sounds of people kneeling down echoed in the open space.

"Emmm? Kowtow during the New Year?" Zhang Xiaoyu was in a good mood again and munched on bread.

Grandpa Six, the tailor, plucked up his courage and tried to get closer to the pillar. It was not until he was about two meters away that he could see it clearly and broke out in a cold sweat.

Strangely enough, the Zhang family members were only busy kowtowing and paid no attention to the tailor's actions. This was somewhat inconsistent with the impression that the Zhang family members had a keen sense of the five senses.

"Sacrifice to the gods...Pillar!" Grandpa Six, the tailor, squeezed out these three words tremblingly.

"Sacrificial Pillar?" Ye Lei was also shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sacrificial pillar? What is that? Is it so scary?" Zhang Xiaoyu disagreed and had no scruples.

Seeing that no one spoke, Zhang Xiaoyu guessed what was going on. He looked at Wen Xue who was staring at the side with wide eyes and said, "You know?"

"Hmm~~! I've heard of it!" Wen Xue said in a low voice.

"What exactly is it?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked.

"I can't explain it clearly! I just know that this is an extremely cruel method!" Wen Xue was also terrified, but she didn't know who this method was aimed at, so she felt a little relieved.

"Zi, Chou, Yin, Chen, Si, the first character..."