The three of them had just slowed down, and before Mr. Bai could finish his words, the sound of a child humming a nursery rhyme was heard behind them.

Uncle Bai looked back tremblingly. The two children wearing strange clothes and with red patterns on their faces seemed to be hesitant about something. They did not come over, but just stood far away and watched them.

"We'll talk as we walk." Grandpa Bai dragged Old Wei and Chen Ge forward. He tried his best to recall the stories his father had told him. "In these villages deep in the mountains and old forests, all kinds of ghosts will appear at night. In addition to the eaves ghosts, sedan ghosts, and wall ghosts we saw before, the more difficult ones include pillow ghosts, cloth ghosts, human head lamps, etc."

"Headlights? Can you tell me what the three behind look like?" This was the first time Chen Ge and Lao Wei had heard of these things.

“In our village, pillows used by dead people must be burned to prevent pillow ghosts from appearing.

"This kind of ghost is often the remnant of the dead, attached to the pillow. If you fall asleep at night with the pillow that the dead person used, you will have nightmares and hear someone talking in your ear."

"If you are lucky, you can sleep till dawn. But some people with weak Yang Qi and declining Qi will wake up from their dreams in the middle of the night. At this time, they will see another person lying next to their pillow. That person is the pillow ghost."

The old man had no talent for storytelling, and his description was a bit dry. Chen Ge kept the pillow ghost in mind, thinking that he might be able to use it in the haunted house in the future.

"The pillow ghost won't leave the pillow too far. As long as we don't enter those old houses, we shouldn't encounter it. What are more dangerous to us are the cloth ghosts and the human head lamps." Grandpa Bai spoke very carefully. He was very worried that what he said would really appear in a while.

"Cloth ghosts are more difficult to deal with than pillow ghosts. This thing is what people in the countryside often call a shroud. When a corpse is buried, there are strict requirements for the cloth and clothes wrapped around it. If the cloth used by the corpse is thrown around randomly, it may form a cloth ghost."

"It will walk on the street at the time of the day when the yin energy is the heaviest. It looks like a person, but in fact there is nothing inside, just a layer of cloth on the outside."

"It's more troublesome to encounter a cloth ghost. It will wrap itself around the body of a living person, make the living person wear the clothes of the dead, and then slowly control the living person."

"If you see someone wearing new clothes but emitting a strange smell, stay away from him, because he may be possessed by a cloth ghost and is wearing the clothes of a dead person."

After Uncle Bai finished speaking, he looked around first. The sacrificial ceremony was still going on, and the streets were dark. Only the two sedan ghosts were hesitant and seemed to be following.

Quickening his pace, Mr. Bai protected Ah Qing's child and continued, "The human head lamp is the scariest ghost my father told me about."

"No one knows how that thing was formed. We only know that some people have seen it in deserted villages or places with a lot of resentment."

"A person traveling at night saw a light in the village ahead from afar. He ran over excitedly and found that the light was moving in a certain direction."

"I kept chasing it while shouting. When I got close to it, I found that it was actually a flying human head, but it had a lamp in its mouth."

"It is said that the headlights are because the innocent victims want to seek justice, so they hold the lights in their mouths and look for people everywhere."

When Mr. Bai finished his last story, he noticed that Lao Wei and Chen Ge did not reply: "What's wrong with you two? I know a lot more about these folk tales."

"Uncle, does the cloth ghost you mentioned look similar to a living person?" Old Wei looked at the street behind Uncle Bai.

"Yes, they look like humans, and the cloth can be bent into human shapes, but they don't have faces or hands, they are just a piece of clothing." Uncle Bai already had a bad feeling.

"Did your father tell you what to do when you encounter a cloth ghost?" Chen Ge held the skull crusher and looked behind Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai didn't dare to look back, his expression becoming increasingly ugly: "My father said that if you see these things, you just need to run."

Xu Yin was digesting the female ghost. Chen Ge thought for a moment with the skull crusher in his hand: "It seems we have to change our way."

The three of them ran into another street at the same time. Behind them, three or four pieces of tattered clothes emitting a strange smell were standing on the street.

Before the nursery rhymes in the ears faded away, new things appeared. As the sacrificial activities progressed, more and more monsters awakened from the darkness, and the number was beyond imagination.

“This is the complete three-star horror scene!”

Chen Ge compared the Living Coffin Village with the Third Sick Building in his mind. When he went to the Third Sick Building, the patients inside had already left, such as Patient No. 10, the Devil, and Patient No. 9, Wu Fei.

The craziest patients have joined the Ghost Story Association, leaving only a few ordinary ones guarding the Blood Gate.

The situation in the Living Coffin Village was different from that in the Third Sick Ward. This was the first time that Chen Ge had truly stepped into a complete three-star horror scene.

In the Blood Gate and the Dark Village, all kinds of ghosts and monsters came out from their hiding corners, revealing hideous faces and malicious smiles.

"There are all kinds of monsters and ghosts in this village. If they were to move all of them into a haunted house, the tourists would probably be scared to death!"

Even though he said this, Chen Ge was still a little excited.

The Living Coffin Village is different from all the popular haunted house themes on the market. This style is unique and is Chen Ge’s own special scene.

What’s more important is that the screaming index of this scene is as high as three stars, which is enough for tourists to explore for a long time.

Chen Ge led the way. He looked at the complicated lines on the cloth. Not long after he walked, he saw some bright lights in front of his eyes.

The old man in the second-story building had reminded him to avoid the light when he saw it. Thinking of the story told by Mr. Bai, Chen Ge was even more reluctant to get close.

They stayed on the street. Ghosts were approaching slowly. The lights in the distance were flickering, vaguely reflecting human faces.

Old Wei and Mr. Bai both looked unhappy. They had never seen such a scene before and couldn't help but focus their eyes on Chen Ge.

"what to do?"

Holding the skull crusher, Chen Ge also felt the pressure: "At this point, we can only charge hard. You two should follow closely, or I may not be able to take care of you later."

Just as the three of them had determined the direction, a loud noise suddenly came from the east of the Living Coffin Village. The noise was much louder than the one Chen Ge had made before.

"Someone's fighting there? Is it the Ghost Story Association and the people who are hosting the ritual?"

The tranquility of the Living Coffin Village was completely broken. The night had reached its darkest point. As long as they could hold on, the day would dawn.

"Chen Ge, should we avoid the east exit and go out from somewhere else?"

"It's too late! Let's rush out first!"