Ghost puzzle: send me a ghost every day

When you step into the ghost village, the first thing you see is a row of dilapidated houses.

As soon as Bai Ye's mind moved, he saw thousands of banknotes behind him frantically pouring into the low building in front of him.

"No ghosts?"

Bai Ye frowned, judging by the reaction that poured into the banknotes, there was no problem with the house in front of him.

"This doesn't make sense!" The jack of all trades frowned, then said.

"According to the travelogue, the reason why the ghost village is called a ghost village is that every house contains a ghost, and there is a sentence in the records of the ghost village, eighty houses and eighty ghosts, see a ghost in one step."

"Is that so?"

Bai Ye looked at the house in front of him, looked down and thought about it, and a desolate and gentle drama slowly came out of his body, which was a sound wave formed by the ghost opera cavity through the body shock.

As the sound gradually spread, the location of the ghost building was already clear in the white night, but there were still a large number of houses that seemed to be isolated from the exploration of the ghost play.

But in front of him, there was nothing in the house, only rotten wood.

I saw that the roof of the house in front of me began to move, and one after another banknotes broke out from the roof.

In an instant, the house collapsed.

"This..." The

jack-of-all-trades who saw this scene instantly stopped speaking, obviously this house was safe, and in judging that he had made a mistake.

"Don't worry, there are 20 keys left behind, if anyone else is one step ahead of us."

Seeing that the jack-of-all-trades was a little lost, Bai Ye patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"What, someone is faster than us, then we have to hurry."

The fat man exclaimed and said quickly.

Bai Ye did not panic at this time, but took out the key and shook it.

"We have a total of 60 keys, and at the moment, each key corresponds to a door."

"The key to this room is most likely not owned by us." Saying that, Bai Ye picked up the door number dropped by his footsteps, and corresponded to the keys that the three of them each had.

"Sure enough!"

The number on the key does not correspond to the name tag.

"It looks like someone is walking ahead of us."

"If this person's target is also a ghost book, then it is inevitable that he has done one."

"Go this way!"

Following the direction of Bai Ye's finger, the house on the corner is relatively new, although it is a little old, but the room in front of you is obviously not a grade from the room on the corner of the village.

One is a small two-story Western-style building, which also carries the national standard of the invading soldiers.

Since it is determined that Bai Ye is the leader, the direction he is looking at, the fat man and the jack of all trades naturally have no opinion.

"Wait a minute, this house is built in the wrong location!" As he walked, the jack-of-all-trades suddenly shouted.

I saw that the face of the jack-of-all-trades turned pale in an instant, and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.

"What's wrong?"

"This house is for the dead..." The jack-of-all-trades paused, seeming to slow down.

"Such a nice house for the dead?"

"Well, after all, unlike in the city, there is inevitably a trace of bad habits in remote places."

"Our living houses have always been sitting north facing south, and this house you see from a distance facing south, but when you get closer, you will find that this is facing west."

"Since ancient houses are built on flat ground, whether it is a mountain or a soil slope, they will find a flat land and build it, the ancients were superstitious, and they paid attention to a flat and stable place."

"And this is indeed built on a slope, and the bottom is high and thick in front of the foot of the house, so that the feet of the deceased cannot hit the ground at the same time, so that they can be trapped in it forever."

"If my guess is correct, the main entrance of this house should be poured, and there will be a small hole on the lower right side, half a calf high, which means that the living people are rolled together and stuffed into the small hole into the house, and they are fed with good food and drink for the first three days, and then they are thrown away until they starve to death."

"This is a blessing for the children in the village."

"This is that in ancient times, it was just a cruel method of killing people to prevent disasters and protect the village with peace."

"Villages that generally retain this bad habit are often spared, while foreigners basically have to stuff a few into it, and even throw a person's portion of food into the hole, listening to the scrambling inside."

The jack-of-all-trades voice became deeper and deeper, as if thinking of something bad.

"Lao Wan, you said so in detail, as if I have seen it myself, fat master, I am not scared."

"I've seen it.

"What!"

I said I had seen them, when they were caught by the Redeeming Churchmen, and I had seen them having fun outside the same buildings as this type.

Five children were thrown in, and I happened to be the sixth, and I witnessed all this with my own eyes, and I will never forget their animalistic faces for the rest of my life.

The jack-of-all-trades eyes were a little scarlet, the killing intent exuded from his body, and the ghost power on his body became chaotic with the fluctuations of emotions.

"Boom!"

A loud crash woke up the jack-of-all-trades.

Looking at the huge icicle in front of the house, it was undoubtedly the handiwork of Bai Ye, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"Lao Wan, the matter has passed, we have to look forward."

I saw Bai Ye smashing the icicle towards the house again with one hand, turning his head and looking at the jack-of-all-trades with a smile.

"Boss, this broken house is really hard!"

Looking at the house that had suffered two blows from the white night, and still standing in place, the fat man couldn't help but marvel and sigh at the quality of the house.

"This kind of house, according to legend, condenses the grievances of thousands of living beings, and the grievances do not disperse, and the houses do not fall!"

"Generally, when it is built, it will be suppressed with precious items in the village or with grievance spirit stones, which are rare in the world, but now they can't be seen, they are all collected at the top, and a fist-sized grievance spirit stone can suppress a gap in the ghost domain."

The jack of all trades said, pointing his finger to the sky.

"Grievance?"

"And this is exquisite?"

"I don't know if burning money for the dead is a way to relieve grievances!"

Without waiting for the jack of all trades and the fat man to react, a large piece of money quickly stepped forward to wrap the house.

I saw that the dark green banknote quickly dyed purple and emitted blue smoke.

There was a mournful wail in the smoke.

"It really works!" Bai Ye's eyes lit up when he saw the reaction of the banknote, and the corners of his mouth raised a curve.

"Since it's all rumors, let me have an old saying!"

"Since ancient times!"

"Money can be psychic!" Bai Ye whispered, and behind it appeared the shadow of a life-buying ghost, and the overwhelmed banknote rushed forward as if it didn't want money.

"Isn't the boss's paper money scattered without any side effects?"

"I remember the last Ghost Warrior with similar abilities to the boss, it seems that he was drained of his life force and died in the end."

"This matter is also on the negative case teaching materials that ghosts need to know." The fat man listened to the rumbling bills in his ears, looked at the white night with his usual face, and whispered to the jack of all trades.

"You ask me, I ask who to go." The jack of all trades pushed away the fat man's fat face and rolled his eyes.

At this time, Bai Ye was preoccupied with controlling the banknotes, covering every corner of the house, and the wrapped banknotes instantly ignited a fire.

The green smoke was mixed with black gas, and the black smoke searched in the air, as if confirming something, and when it turned to the top of Bai Ye's head, it stopped abruptly, turning into thin figures that seemed to be bowing like Bai Ye.

The figure hovered in the air for a while, swooping towards the white night.

Bai Ye was startled, and just about to block it out, but the figure with a faint black aura just revolved around Bai Ye like a headless fly.

"This is?"

Just when Bai Ye was confused, his body trembled, and there was a rare sense of urgency in the ghost's muscles.