Chapter 235, Funeral

Zhou Deng hurried back to the bus.

"It was such a close call, I almost died."

At the same time, Zhou Deng looked at Yun Ming.

"Thank you."

"Ok".

Yunming just nodded.

The bus left this station very quickly.

Arrived at the next stop.

It was a station where it was constantly raining, like a world in the rain, a ghostland in the rain.

There was a vending machine next to the station. Through the car window, people could only vaguely see the flashing light of the vending machine.

After arriving at the station, the car door opened and countless strong winds mixed with raindrops splashed in, carrying a hint of the smell of blood.

This is not normal rain, it's like corpse water.

At the third stop, a water ghost came up, leaving only a pool of footprints. After sitting down, all I could see was a pool of water.

Yun Ming just narrowed his eyes and ignored it.

Don't rush.

This stop was quiet and the bus left quickly.

Yun Ming remembered that the bus would stall once in the original book, but he didn’t know if it would stall this time.

Yun Ming looked through the driver's seat and saw the body sitting inside.

That was a ghost, the real body of the bus.

Soon, the bus stopped in front of an old forest.

There was a path in the middle of the forest, surrounded by black dead trees.

"arrive."

Yunming was the first to get off the car, his eyes extremely calm.

Yang Jian got off the car without hesitation. In addition to the messenger, some ghosts also got off the car.

The Ghost Forest is not a good place. It is a supernatural space suppressed by Zhang Dong.

Each black dead tree represents a ghost. The ghosts are suppressed here and become trees. Don’t be fooled by the small size of the forest. In fact, that is only the surface. This is the false appearance presented by the ghost realm.

Once you accidentally enter this small ghost forest, you will be lost in this endless forest and eventually become a tree in the forest.

Meng Xiaodong also got out of the car, but her figure soon disappeared.

It seems like I have entered an invisible ghost realm.

Yunming stepped onto the path and walked forward slowly as if he was taking a stroll.

To him, this place is not dangerous.

At the end of the path there is an old house, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time and is sparsely populated. There are two red lanterns hanging at the door of the old house.

The lanterns flashed red light, like eyes, which was extremely strange.

"Is this one of the most terrifying ghost stories in the world, Zhangdong Old House?"

Zhang Dong's old house, Zhang Dong alone is enough to be called a terror.

The Baishui Town copy is also quite terrifying, but the Zhang Dong in it is a fake. After just one move, the fake Zhang Dong discovered that he was not a real person, but a fake.

Because he was extremely confident in his own strength, he only seriously injured Yang Jian with one blow instead of killing him.

Just this one move allowed Zhang Dong to discover the truth, which shows that he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Yun Ming heard footsteps behind him, and he turned to look at the messenger team of nearly ten people behind him.

"Actually, you can stay here. It won't be too long. I will finish everything soon."

But most of the messengers had never seen Yun Ming, so how could they listen to him?

And they don't understand what it means for everything to be over.

Only Yang Jian seemed to understand a little.

But he still didn't plan to back off, because Yang Jian would not entrust his future to anyone.

He will hold everything in his hands, not to mention he has a deal with the ghost chef.

Yun Ming has no relationship with these people, and just giving them a reminder is his limit.

Arriving at the gate of the old house, Zhou Deng's voice came from behind.

"This red lantern seems to be a supernatural object. I wonder what it is used for?"

Zhou Deng's hands were itching again, and he wanted to steal something, so he took the two red lanterns at the door of the old house.

"It's really a miracle that you are still alive today."

Yun Ming said, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

People who are so impatient usually don't live long in the supernatural world.

But Zhou Deng happened to be alive and finally became the captain.

It’s a pity that he died in the national war.

Zhou Deng smiled awkwardly.

Yun Ming stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. The door was not locked and there was no supernatural power. It opened with just a slight push.

It was as if the owner of the old house had known that there would be guests visiting and just closed the door slightly.

"Follow."

Yang Jian, holding a three-pointed, double-edged spear, followed Yun Ming's steps without hesitation.

The person walking in front is taking great risks, but for Yun Ming, this is not a risk at all. He is just coming to attend a funeral.

The old house was empty, and the walls were covered with dust. The style of the house was from the Republic of China period.

There is a well in the yard.

This old house looks particularly depressing.

The people who lived here were the strongest of the last era who briefly ended the supernatural.

There are many rooms around this old house. In addition to the largest main house in the middle, there are also many secondary houses.

Yunming walked straight to the largest main house.

Yang Jian looked at the small rooms around him. He had a key in his hand.

It was his deal with the ghost chef.

The deal is to use this key to open a room.

And this room is right here.

There is a brass lock on the door of the second room on the right.

Yang Jian compared the key in his hand with the style of the lock.

Seems to be the same kind.

"It should be here."

Just find it. There is still one month left before the time required by the ghost chef, so there is no rush.

If I accidentally trigger the murder law by opening the room and end up being buried here, it would be a waste of time and effort.

Just survive first.

Yunming came to the lobby of the house. There was a man lying on a throne in the middle of the lobby.

He was dead, a corpse.

At least that's what it looks like.

"Zhang Dong!"

Yunming called out the name of the corpse.

The corpse was an old man. He was wearing a black gown and looked extremely thin. His skin was loose and covered with dark brown spots.

It seems that because the death happened not long ago, the body is still fresh.

The old man lay on the armchair as if he was asleep.

Yunming lifted his legs and walked around the old man, and saw a coffin in the back hall.

It was a vermilion lacquered coffin, with an incense burner next to it. A few incense sticks were slowly burning inside, emitting a sandalwood scent.

"If we let them bury you, I don't know how many of them would survive. Since I'm here, let me preside over your funeral! I'll make sure you know everything."

A very happy smile suddenly appeared on Yunming's face.

Zhang Dong died, but his son Zhang Xianguang did not come to hold the funeral. Instead, outsiders came to help him hold the funeral.

Now Yun Ming doesn’t mind helping Zhang Dong, after all, he was such a powerful man when he was alive.

(End of this chapter)