The door of the ancestral hall opened again, and the scissors in the woman's hand were dripping with blood, which matched her bright red coat.

Seeing this scene, the first villager who brought the basket into the ancestral hall collapsed on the ground. She tried her best to control herself, but still burst into tears.

There was no one around to support her, and no one even dared to look up.

The woman walked out of the ancestral hall, came to the side of the coffin, and whispered softly, as if she was communicating with the things in the coffin.

After a moment, she said a few more words to the villagers.

The second villager carrying the basket shook his head repeatedly, as if he did not agree to send his child away.

The woman stretched out three fingers, but before she could put them all away, the villager next to her snatched the man's bamboo basket and placed it in front of the woman.

The hand holding the scissors lifted the bamboo basket. Stimulated by the smell of blood, the baby cried even louder, but no one dared to stop it.

The woman entered the ancestral hall again and closed the door. No one knew what happened inside.

The sacrifice continued, accompanied by the shrill cries of babies. The living coffin village became more and more terrifying, and pairs of strange eyes slowly opened in the darkness.

Chen Ge and Lao Wei, who were hiding in the room, also encountered trouble. In the old house, which was originally relatively safe, the soil became loose and it seemed that something was trying to crawl out from it.

The scraps of cloth hanging from the eaves fluttered in the wind, and it seemed as if a distorted human face was wrapped in it.

Shadows kept flashing around the windows, and strange noises could occasionally be heard in the house, as if someone was hiding under the bed and knocking on the bed boards.

The evil spirit is awakening, terror covers the entire village, slowly gripping everyone's heart.

The dilapidated door of the ancestral hall was pushed open by the woman. The baby's crying had stopped and blood was dripping along the scissors. Even though the woman was wearing bright red clothes, one could still see the blood clots on her body.

"The second one." Chen Ge stared at A Qing. The man with deformed arms was shaking all over.

The woman stood beside the coffin and whispered, holding a pair of scissors. Another woman's laughter could be clearly heard in the red coffin. The sound was frightening, as if it was an unbreakable curse.

The woman raised her hand holding the scissors, as if she understood what the red coffin meant. She looked at the third villager holding a bamboo basket.

Numb, indifferent, and without any hope, the man personally placed the bamboo basket in front of the woman.

When the woman entered the ancestral hall carrying the third bamboo basket, the altar in the hall shook and the tablets fell to the ground, as if they were unwilling to continue watching.

The door closed and the baby's crying suddenly became louder and then stopped.

Blood oozed from the door and strange noises came from every corner of the village, as if the land was crying.

New changes also occurred in the house where Chen Ge and his friends lived. There was a thump, thump sound coming from the coffin in the bedroom, and the portrait on the wall opened its eyes, with a hideous look on its face.

It seems that the female ghost wants to deliberately torture the people in this village, so that they will never have peace in this life or even in death.

The woman in red walked out of the ancestral hall for the third time, blood dripping from her trouser legs. At this moment, Chen Ge finally understood why she wore a bright red coat.

There were bloody footprints with every step. The woman asked about the coffin, but only laughter came from inside the coffin.

Hearing this sound, Aqing's trembling legs finally couldn't hold on. He fell to his knees, holding the bamboo basket tightly with his two arms, one long and one short.

The woman extended three fingers to him, and the masked villagers around her worked together to separate Aqing and the bamboo basket.

Before the woman retracted all her fingers, the bamboo basket in Aqing's hand was delivered to the woman.

The door of the ancestral hall was closed. No one knew what the woman did to the baby in the bamboo basket. All they knew was that all the dead souls in the village were crying.

The forgiveness that the villagers prayed for did not appear until all the babies were brought into the ancestral hall by the women, and then the laughter in the coffins slowly stopped.

At this time, the woman's red clothes were already soaked. She put away the scissors covered with blood and asked the villagers to open the red coffin standing next to the ancestral hall.

There was no corpse in the coffin, only a set of jewelry, which were probably the items that the female ghost carried with her when she was abducted to the Coffin Village.

The woman put on the jewelry one by one. With each piece, the aura she exuded became colder and her skin became paler.

After putting on all the jewelry, the woman walked towards the crowd. All the villagers retreated to the sides, leaving only two children, a boy and a girl, in the open space in the middle.

The boy was thin and frail, but even in such a terrifying environment, he didn't feel any fear.

The girl behaved the opposite of the boy. She was trembling and looked very pitiful, like a newborn kitten.

The two children were Fan Yu and Jiang Ling.

"Welcome home, no one can hurt you here." The woman touched Jiang Ling's head, took her hand and walked out of the village. Other villagers followed behind holding white paper lanterns.

The crowd quickly left the center of the village, and Fan Yu and Jiang Ling were taken away by them.

"From the tone of that woman's voice, she won't hurt Jiang Ling. Fan Yu has escorted Jiang Ling all the way, so there is no reason for them to attack Fan Yu." Chen Ge has Yin pupils, and he clearly saw that Fan Yu was covered in wounds. His clothes were torn by tree branches, his arms were scratched, and his face was bitten by mosquitoes, leaving several large lumps. In order to escort Jiang Ling, this kid suffered a lot.

"The woman said that no one here can hurt Jiang Ling. It seems that Jiang Ling and Fan Yu really fled here for refuge." Chen Ge thought again: "The Ghost Story Association is probably the only one in Jiujiang that has the ability to make Sister Jiang Ling feel pressured and have to run away."

The changes in the village were still going on. Chen Ge didn't dare to delay any longer. He called Uncle Shang Bai and Old Wei to walk towards the ancestral hall.

As soon as the door of the ancestral hall was opened, the smell of blood came out, and the scene inside the house made people frown.

"That woman wouldn't give all the babies to..."

Chen Ge stepped into the ancestral hall. The altar was covered with dust, and it must have not been cleaned for a long time.

The tablets that were supposed to be enshrined were scattered all over the floor, some were broken, but no one cleaned them up.

"Chen Ge, this blood shouldn't have come from the baby." Old Wei touched the blood on the ground and said, "The woman was holding a pair of scissors when she entered the ancestral hall. If that was the weapon she used, if the scissors were used to stab someone in the body, blood would have spurted out of the wound. The bloodstains couldn't have been distributed in such a regular pattern."

"That means the baby might not be hurt?" Chen Ge searched the ancestral hall along the bloodstains and finally stopped at a corner where some sundries were piled up randomly.

He moved the debris away and found a tunnel underneath.

"You two stay outside, I'll go in and take a look." Chen Ge pressed the switch of the recorder and went into the tunnel.

The tunnel was only two or three meters long, with a half-covered wooden board at the end.

Chen Ge raised his hand and pushed the wooden board open. He found himself in the two-story building next to the ancestral hall.

"Isn't this where the woman surnamed Zhu lives?"