The family that the scepter was pointing at was inconspicuous among the scattered buildings.

There is a slope along one of the dirt roads. This family stands on the small slope, and the white light of the paper lanterns makes the slope longer.

If there is any difference, it is that the old locust tree in the yard is growing unusually lush, and the cement wall can't stop its growth at all.

Although the county town looks desolate and dilapidated, the tree seems to be well-nourished. It has a huge crown and lush green branches and leaves. The shadows of the tree are twisted by the swaying white light, like strange ghost shadows.

Jiang Ji climbed the slope in three or two steps, and looked back. In the distance, there were mountains flanking the road, and there were no street lights.

After walking for such a while, they were still wandering around the outskirts of the county town. They didn't even see a local, and Jiang Ji was already beginning to feel exhausted.

This body is so damn weak.

She walked to the door. The wooden door outside the courtyard was already covered with ivy. The door was not locked and was open at an angle with a gap half a meter wide.

Jiang Ji stuffed the Poseidon's Scepter into his bag without looking inside out of curiosity. Even though the courtyard door was just a decoration, he still knocked on the door politely and waited quietly for the owner's response.

Two minutes passed and there was no movement inside.

Is there no one?

Jiang Ji thought for a moment and knocked on the wooden door again, this time he knocked four times.

She waited patiently for a while, and this time there was finally a sound in the yard, but the sound was a little weird.

At first there was the rustling sound of nails scraping across wooden boards, then there was the strange noise of friction between the woods, then the creaking of old wooden boards, and then there were footsteps, but they sounded very dull and dragging, as if someone was dragging a body weighing thousands of pounds.

The footsteps continued all the way to the gate of the courtyard.

A pair of slightly narrowed eyes appeared in the crack of the door.

His eyeballs were cloudy as if covered with lime water, with red blood threads woven together. His hunched figure looked like a piece of dry firewood, and his hand holding the door looked more like rough old bark. The owner of this house was an old woman who was about to be buried.

Facing the face with wrinkles deep enough to kill a mosquito, Jiang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, I thought no one was home."

Then she smiled sweetly: "Hello, I'm a guest attending the wedding. Can I pass by you?"

"Okay." The other person's voice also sounded very uncomfortable, so she opened the door slightly and let her in.

It's so easy? The system is getting a little impatient.

[Host, something is not right here, should we deploy a vest?]

Of course something is wrong, Jiang Ji thought, still smiling, and rejected the system's suggestion.

It is taboo to not respond to a knock on the door after dark, and you definitely should not knock on someone else's door.

They may be harmonious neighbors during the day, but may be something else at night.

The old lady is already so old, and no one should know the traditional taboos of Shangshan County better than her.

When she knocked three times, there was no movement from inside. It was only when she knocked four times that someone came to open the door.

Jiang Ji has read many popular posts in the comics forum, including posts about traditional folk customs, which she has read carefully.

One of the taboos is: if you hear three knocks on the door at night, it means a living person is knocking, but two or four knocks means a ghost is knocking on the door.

This kind of judgment might be considered superstition under normal circumstances, but in this Chinese horror story filled with real ghosts, Jiang Ji had to be careful.

I came to open the door after hearing knocks from all four sides. It was obvious what was in the room.

And after knocking on the door, she realized that the sound came from the yard. She thought that it was the thing in the coffin that came to open the door for her.

The coffins here are all black. If it were not for the tradition of Shangshan County, under normal circumstances, black coffins would be prepared for people who died abnormally.

The system was very impressed that the host changed his mind so quickly.

There will definitely be a lot of guests invited to tonight's wedding. Since it is a wedding held by ghosts, the guests invited will definitely be ghosts.

Everyone coming to the wedding has to take the same route, and the weirdness here can't possibly refuse to allow them to pass through.

"Come in." The old lady said vaguely.

Jiang Ji didn't move, his tone still contained a smile, "Thank you."

The door was only opened a finger's width, and only an extremely thin paper figure could barely squeeze in.

Although Jiang Ji was thin, he was not so thin that it was exaggerated. It was impossible for him to squeeze through the crack in the door.

Weirdness can pass through walls, especially the weirdness in Chinese horror.

The old ghost in the coffin was testing her.

Jiang Ji pushed his scattered hair behind his ears, then stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the old lady's eyes. His eyes were dead silent. She was indeed too old to see anything.

If the old lady could see this scene, she would know that Jiang Ji could not be a ghost.

The weirdness here is not stupid. Even though it is blind, it knows that it is difficult for humans to pass through this narrow gap in the door.

If someone discovered that Jiang Ji was alive, her situation would become very dangerous.

It would be a bit troublesome if she had to undergo strange tests in every room she passed by, she sighed softly in her heart.

But... you can't see it, right?

The smile on Jiang Ji's face continued to deepen and became dangerous.