Lin Yun stayed in the room with Tang Ning for a while, and then he asked Tang Ning to hold Ji Lianyun's blood-stained handkerchief in her hand and not to let go of it under any circumstances if she encountered danger.
The players all know that Ji Lianyunxue has restraint against ghosts and monsters.
Although most people could guess it, no one dared to treat Ji Lianyun as a blood bag, and no one dared to steal the handkerchief, because Ji Lianyun never smeared his blood on other players from beginning to end. In the card world, you can accept the things given by NPC, but don't grab them blindly if NPC doesn't mean anything to you.
Because sometimes when you ask for something from something, you may lose more.
Tang Ning continued to lose his Yang energy from Ji Lianyun, but in exchange for the protection of his blood, a delicate balance had already been achieved, and no one else was qualified to profit from it.
"The red wedding dress and bloody handkerchief you have on you are very useful items. With these, you may be the most capable of protecting yourself among all of us."
Lin Yunjiao said, "I will be guarding the funeral hall tonight. Ji Lianyun is in a ghost state and there is a high possibility that he will be in conflict with the person in the funeral hall, so you will be the one guarding Ji Lianyun in this room."
Tangning nodded while holding the bloody handkerchief.
Before leaving, Lin Yun could not help but look back. The person behind her was wearing a red wedding dress, clutching a bloody handkerchief, and sitting anxiously beside the coffin, like a beautiful bride waiting for her husband to arrive.
As if he sensed Lin Yun's gaze, Tang Ning raised his head and managed a slight smile, as if to tell Lin Yun that he could do it alone.
Lin Yun lowered his eyes to hide the emotions surging in his eyes, then turned and left in silence.
Tang Ning and the unconscious Ji Lianyun were the only ones left in the room. Tang Ning checked the time and it was not yet twelve o'clock. He could only use the Sucking Card on Ji Lianyun after the time was up.
Now all he can do is to take care of Ji Lianyun. Han Ankang said that there is a chance that Guilang will appear when Ji Lianyun lies in this coffin, but the prerequisite is that that thing comes out.
Tang Ning looked at Ji Lianyun sleeping in the coffin. There was hope and fear in his eyes that he himself did not realize. He was afraid of the evil ghost hiding in Ji Lianyun's body, but he had to pin all his hopes for the future on that evil ghost.
The evil ghost must come out as soon as possible, otherwise he couldn't imagine what the general would face at the funeral tomorrow.
Compared to the unknown and terrifying tomorrow, the evil spirit possessed by Ji Lianyun didn’t seem that scary anymore.
After hesitating for a while, Tangning carefully leaned over and put his soft lips close to Ji Lianyun's ear. He whispered softly, "Husband, when can you wake up?"
Qing closed his eyes, his pale face was pale as a piece of paper, with a little blood-red remaining on his blue lips, like a pen tip soaked in cinnabar leaving a glaring mark on the rice paper.
The red is ominous and strange.
Tangning only took a glance and then looked away with trembling eyes. She continued to whisper in Ji Lianyun's ear, "Husband, please wake up soon, okay?"
"Husband, I'm so scared here alone."
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There seemed to be a slight movement in the silent room. Tang Ning quickly looked towards Ji Lianyun, and saw from his eyelashes that his fingertips were silent, without any sound.
But there was indeed a rustling sound coming from the darkness.
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment and looked around. He could see everything in the small room clearly. There was no black hair rustling, and no paper people peeling paper. Was it his illusion
Tang Ning clenched the bloody handkerchief in his hand, and looked around the room. His wandering gaze suddenly fixed on the small window. It was late at night, and only the dim lights were on in the house. At this moment, a faint red light was flickering outside the window.
Tang Ning's pupils shrank slightly, and she saw a piece of paper money flying in the air. Low cries seeped in from the window, and Tang Ning had goose bumps all over her body.
What's this?!
Tang Ning stared out the window and vaguely saw another piece of paper money floating in the darkness. This time the paper money seemed to be only half.
A strange red light spread out under the window sill, and the paper money floating in the air swayed and fell down. Tang Ning's heart seemed to tremble. He stared out the window while turning on his phone. He quickly glanced at it and found that there was no signal on his phone.
“Woo woo.”
Paper money floated up again, and low crying sounds came over, like a cold wind passing through the gaps between the windows, making strange sounds.
Tang Ning's heart was in suspense. He turned around to look at the unconscious Ji Lianyun, hoping that Ji Lianyun would open his eyes in the next second. However, the reality was that even though Tang Ning reached out to touch Ji Lianyun, Ji Lianyun remained motionless.
The unconscious Ji Lianyun had no deterrent effect on the evil spirits. Tang Ning knew that he was the only one he could rely on.
calm.
Be sure to stay calm.
In the card world, some ghosts are terrifying by gradually approaching and getting more terrifying. For example, Tang Ning saw a ghost burning paper money in front of a player on a forum. After all the paper money was burned, the ghost suddenly took the player's life. It turned out that the paper money was the player's life-buying money.
If he just sits there and waits for death, he will have no choice but to be killed when the crisis really comes. Thinking of this, Tang Ning gritted his teeth and stood up. He was now wearing a red wedding dress, which could withstand a few attacks from ordinary ghosts. If the situation was really wrong, he could rush out with Ji Lianyun on his back and run to the mourning hall to meet up with the other players.
It’s okay, don’t be afraid.
Tang Ning held his breath and walked towards the window step by step. The closer he got, the clearer the crying sound became. It was hoarse and strange. Tang Ning's heart was pounding and he broke out in a cold sweat on his hand that was holding the bloody handkerchief.
He put his toes against the corner of the wall, and a chill seeped into the soles of his feet. The creepy crying outside the window was still coming intermittently. Tang Ning was almost unable to breathe. He almost wanted to turn around and run, curling up beside Ji Lianyun and ignoring everything else.
Calm down, calm down, you are already standing at the window!
Tangning hardened her heart and tried her best to suppress her desire to escape. She looked out the window.
I saw an old woman with gray hair squatting in front of the brazier. She was wearing tattered clothes and was crying and burning paper money.
As if she had realized something, the old woman, whose shoulders were shaking from crying, suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Tang Ning through the window.
Tang Ning's heart almost jumped out of his throat!
Under the light of the fire, the old woman's face looked particularly strange. Her eyes were wide open, cloudy as if she had glaucoma, and her loose skin was covered with age spots. She looked at Tangning and whispered, "It's Ning Wazi—"
The weird sound was like fingertips scratching across a board.
Tang Ning swallowed his saliva. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the old woman was a human or a ghost. He didn't dare to respond, fearing that if he did, he would be entangled with some dirty things.
As Tang Ning looked in doubt, the old woman stood up bit by bit with great effort, and her old and scary face moved closer to Tang Ning behind the window. Tang Ning quickly took a small step back. He saw the old woman standing behind the window, her cloudy eyes moving constantly, as if she saw the red lacquered coffin in the room.
A strange look appeared on the old woman's face. She slowly raised her hand, and made a fist with her old spotted hand. She opened her mouth and sang in a hoarse voice: "Brother Liu's words are too biased! Who said that women should enjoy leisure!"
Tang Ning took another step back and stared at the bizarre scene in front of him with wide eyes. Through the glass, he could only see the firelight dimly illuminating the hunched figure in the night, like watching a weird shadow play.
"Men go to the border to fight. Women weave in the garden. They farm during the day and spin cotton at night." The old woman sang while shaking her head and tremblingly doing some simple body movements.
"These women are not as good as men in any way!" The old and skinny hands kept shaking. The old woman turned around and walked step by step into the depths of the night, which was the direction of the mourning hall!
Tang Ning held his breath. Today was a day of mourning. Was that old lady here to pay her respects
Or are ghosts coming to attack for fun? !
He took out his cell phone to remind the others to play, but there was still no signal.
Tang Ning stood beside the coffin in a panic. The old woman had just burned paper money and sang an opera, but didn't do anything else to him. Was she afraid of him or Ji Lianyun in the coffin or for some other reason? What was the meaning of the old woman's singing
Tangning held onto her phone, hoping for a signal. A faint singing voice could be heard in the distance. At this moment, a message suddenly popped up on her phone. Tangning quickly opened her phone to check.
Lin Yun: "Did you meet an old lady who sings opera over there? Tangning"
Tangning quickly replied, "Yes, she even burned paper money in front of my house. What did she do at your place?"
Lin Yun: "She stood outside the mourning hall and kept singing! We didn't dare interrupt her."
Han Ankang: "This play is the Henan opera Hua Mulan. What message does she want to convey?"
Lin Guijing: "What did she do besides burning paper money? Did she come into your room, Tangning?"
"Boom! Boom!" The dull sound of drums rang out in the silent night, and seemed to hit Tang Ning's heart. It was the funeral drum at the entrance of the mourning hall!
Lin Yun: “She’s coming in!”
Just one simple sentence made Tangning tense up. Just through Lin Yun's handwriting, Tangning could feel the suffocating tension on the other side. Tangning quickly typed, "She called me Ning Wa Zi through the window, then started to sing, and then left. How are you guys doing now? What is she doing?"
Lin Yun: "She has a hemp rope tied around her feet!"
Hemp rope on feet?!
Tang Ning's scalp went numb. How could a living person tie a hemp rope around his feet?!
Tangning: "And then?!"
No one in the group responded to Tang Ning.
Tang Ning stared at his phone intently. He knew that Lin Yun and the others must have been attacked by ghosts, so no one replied to him.
What should I do? What should I do!
The ghost didn't enter the room where he was. Was it because he was afraid of Ji Lianyun in the coffin? Or was it for some other reason? Would he be able to help his teammates if he went to the funeral hall now
Tangning's mind was in a mess. At this moment, news came out in the group chat!
Lin Yun: “Hemp rope.”
Tangning quickly replied, "What's wrong with the hemp rope?"
Lin Yun: “I give it to you.”
Lin Yun: "Ning kid."
Lin Yun: "Remember to burn paper for me."