Liu Lang thought he was dazzled at first, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked towards the black and white portrait.

That's right, the person in the photo is indeed the old man he caught in the ghost charm.

"Did you catch the grandfather with the glasses?"

Liu Lang wondered in his heart, but he didn't figure out what was going on at this time, and he couldn't release it casually.

Liu Lang looked into the room again, but did not see the figure of the glasses.

Odd? Aren't the glasses and Han Meili there?

Liu Lang didn't go in, but turned his head to the rat spirit in the courtyard and said, "Old peanut, you go into that room and see if there are any other people." ”

Liu Lang pointed to the room against the east wall.

The rat shook his head and walked towards the room with his hands and feet pinched.

"Crunch."

The door was also not locked, and the rat spirit gently pushed it and walked in.

Seeing the rat spirit entering, Liu Lang also turned around again and walked into the room where the mourning hall was arranged.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Liu Lang suddenly felt a faint rancid smell coming to his face.

Liu Lang hurriedly covered his nose and frowned tightly, with a suspicious expression.

The whole room is not big, only forty or fifty square meters, and the mourning hall is in the center, occupying almost half of the space.

On the left and right sides of the mourning hall, there is a double bed on the left wall, and a large black coffin on the right wall.

Liu Lang looked nervous at this time, looked at the coffin, and walked towards the bed.

As soon as he took two steps, Liu Lang suddenly found that there seemed to be someone lying on the bed.

The man was covered with a white cloth and covered from head to toe.

That's where the rancid smell comes from.

Liu Lang only felt that his heart was about to rise to his throat, and he took two steps towards the bed. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the bed, then grabbed a corner of the white cloth with his hand and lifted it with a whoosh.

"Master, come quickly, come here!"

At this moment, the voice of the rat spirit suddenly sounded.

Liu Lang glanced at the man on the bed quickly. Seeing that it was just a dead body that had begun to decompose, he quickly turned around and ran towards the room where the rat spirit had entered.

As soon as he ran in, Liu Lang hadn't yet stood on his heels, when he suddenly saw a figure rushing towards him.

Liu Lang just wanted to wave his hand to fight, but suddenly heard the figure shouting: "Lao Tzu fought with you today!" ”

The voice, though a little hoarse. But the anger full of horror made Liu Lang sound a little familiar.

Before Liu Lang could fight back, the figure suddenly seemed to be frozen and did not move.

Liu Lang raised his eyes to look, but saw that the rat spirit was holding the figure with both hands.

The figure. It's glasses.

At this time, I saw that his glasses were red, his hair was swollen, his body was wrapped in some weeds, and he was covered in thick clothes. It's like a beggar.

When Liu Lang saw the appearance of the glasses, he was immediately surprised and delighted. Hurriedly let go of the rat spirit, hugged the glasses in his arms, and cried bitterly.

"Glasses, what are you doing?"

Some dementia in the glasses eyes. didn't seem to understand what was going on, he was holding a machete in his hand, his body was trembling, he was held in Liu Lang's arms, and his frightened and sloppy gaze slowly retracted, and he didn't react.

"You, you're the ronin Liu?"

The glasses murmured.

Liu Lang was suddenly overjoyed, his head was repeated, the bear held his glasses, and kept chattering: "It's me, it's me, brother, it's me." ”

The glasses slowly returned to normal, and after realizing that it was really Liu Lang, he threw the machete to the ground with a bang, hugged Liu Lang and cried.

"Lang, ronin Liu, you, you're here."

It was like a nightmare, and I was finally about to wake up.

The two hugged and cried for a while, Liu Lang was about to ask what was going on, but the glasses suddenly seemed to remember something, broke away from Liu Lang, and ran out of the house in a panic.

The house was originally a kitchen with a stove near the center.

Because of this, the small room also seemed a little crowded.

Just now, the glasses ran out from the side of the stove, and I thought Liu Lang was the stranger.

The glasses shook off Liu Lang, and hurriedly ran back to the main house where the mourning hall was placed, and rushed to the coffin placed against the wall on the right hand.

Liu Lang was curious, made a look with the rat spirit, and hurriedly followed.

The glasses ran to the coffin, and as if crazy, they pressed their hands on the coffin lid and pushed them to the side.

However, the glasses were already a little thin, and now they are unkempt, and they have obviously lost a lot of weight and have a lot less strength.

The glasses pushed the heavy coffin lid twice, but they didn't push half a minute at all.

When Liu Lang saw it, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even ask, he stepped forward to help the glasses press the coffin lid, and pushed the coffin lid open with a bang.

The lid of the coffin fell to the ground with a clatter, and the ground shook violently twice.

Liu Langgang wanted to ask what the glasses were doing, and his eyes unconsciously glanced into the coffin.

However, just at this glance, Liu Lang immediately opened his mouth wide in shock, and he didn't care about talking nonsense with his glasses, stretched out his hand and bent down, and poked into the coffin.

Inside the coffin lay a man.

It was a woman, and her qi was weak and weak at this time, like a gossamer.

This woman is none other than Han Meili.

As soon as Liu Lang saw Han Meili, where else could he care about, and stretched out his hand to pull Han Meili up.

However, Han Meili didn't move, her face was pale, and her body was slightly cold.

The glasses hurriedly helped Liu Lang get Han Meili out of the coffin, and the two worked together to put Han Meili flat on the ground.

When I tried Han's beautiful snort, I could hardly feel it.

At this time, Han Meili was wearing plain white clothes and a white hat, and she looked like she was wearing linen and filial piety.

Liu Lang looked at Han Meimei's dying appearance, his eyes suddenly widened, he grabbed his glasses, and yelled: "Glasses, what's going on here?" Beautiful her, what's wrong with her? ”

The glasses cried and mourned, looking at Han Meimei's appearance, her face turned white.

"Lang, ronin Liu, don't worry, hurry, hurry up and see if there is anything wrong with Meimei."

, the glasses didn't care about their dirty appearance, and pinched Han Meimei's middle people hard.

After pinching for a while, Han Meili did not react, and the hand of the glasses began to shake violently.

"W-What the hell is going on? I—I just want to hide her? Why, why is this happening? ”

The glasses were so anxious that they were at a loss, and their eyes began to be stunned.

Liu Lang didn't have time to ask so many questions at this time, so he pulled up his glasses, pulled him aside, picked up a talisman casually, pasted it on Han Meimei's forehead, and said urgently: "Hurry like a law!" ”

When reciting the mantra, Liu Lang felt that his hands were also shaking, and his voice was a little dry.

As soon as the words fell, the runes on the talisman slowly faded and seeped into Han Meimei's body. (To be continued~^~)