Who is crying.This question filled the lobby of the noodle shop. The ghost disguised as Yang Yu was chopped into pieces by Rong Zixu's sword, but the eerie and gloomy atmosphere did not change at all.Because the knocking sound in the air continued.It was different from the sound that came from outside the door just now. It seemed to explode right next to my ears, urging me to open the door."Third Senior Sister!"Xu Qi exclaimed, and saw Gong Siyue with her head down reaching out to push the door. He hurried to stop her, but fortunately Jinchen was guarding the door."Third Senior Sister?"Jinchen blocked the door to prevent her from approaching, and quickly looked at Gong Siyue's hands and legs. He did not see any poor ghost disguise skills, but saw Gong Siyue's numb and dazed eyes."You..." Jinchen felt the same gazes, and after a cautious glance, he understood.Everyone who heard the crying was affected!Such as Gong Siyue who tried to rush out of the door, and the yamen runner who suddenly became restless beside the table."Brother! They are under control!"Jin Chen called out to Rong Zixu who went upstairs to check on Chang Wuming and Yang Yu. He snatched the whip that Gong Siyue was holding tightly in her hand and tied her up with his backhand, muttering, "Sorry, sorry. Don't scold me when you wake up."Upon hearing this, Jing Xingcan hurried over again, trying to wake Gong Siyue's mind. The restlessness of the yamen runners made Lord Song feel deeply unfamiliar. He sat by the window in despair, not daring to move.Rong Zixu led the two downstairs. Yang Yu looked a little unhappy. "The upstairs is empty. There is nothing there."They saw the boss and the waiter going upstairs with their own eyes, and they were undoubtedly alive.That's why there are so many doubts.For a moment, the noodle shop was in chaos.The mute girl huddled under the table, watching the scene out of the corner of her eye. Her body trembled, and she couldn't help burying her face in her knees.At this moment, the door of the noodle shop, which was already in danger, was suddenly knocked open, as if a big hole leading to hell was torn open, and the night wind mixed with an inexplicable fishy smell rushed in.Jing Xingcan turned his head to look, and couldn't help but let out a low cry from his throat, his hair standing on end with fear.The knocking ghost was actually standing in the house! !The moment the door opened, nearly half of the ghosts in sackcloth clothes who were carrying the coffin stood in the house, with the coffin half outside and half inside. The white cloth covering the coffin was stained by the red lanterns in front of the door, and the lanterns were still swaying slowly.There was a horse stool in the middle of the coffin lid, as black as thick ink.The hemp-clothed ghosts stared straight in their direction with their dead and black eyes, as if waiting for something.In the lobby, the living people and ghosts were in a state of confrontation.Rong Zixu drew his sword and stood in front, his gaze fixed on the coffin gradually shifted downwards to look at the raised toes of the sackcloth-clothed ghosts. The red lanterns were shaking continuously in the bleak night wind, a red shadow flashed, and the sackcloth-clothed ghosts carrying the coffin moved forward a few inches.The corner of Rong Zixu's clothes was suddenly pulled twice by Jinchen, and then the thumb of his left hand hanging by his side was hooked. Jinchen calmly gestured for him to look outside.Looking up, there were large groups of red lanterns outside the houses, and one was lit in front of every house, as red as blood. It was more shocking than looking through the cracks in the door. The streets were made to look like a river of blood, and the swaying lanterns were like waves of blood.Suddenly, a few heavy breathings were heard in the silent hall.The door was broken open and Gong Siyue suddenly woke up, but she had no memory of what had just happened. When she saw so many ghosts in the house, she was almost frightened and resisted. Fortunately, Xu Qie stopped her in time."Ahhhh-"But the two yamen runners who were equally affected still screamed and crawled to the corner using their hands and feet.The seven men became more alert, ready to strike first at the ghost, but the hemp-clothed ghost remained unmoved. It was just that the sinister aura on his body became heavier, and each ghost left a long, wet trail under its feet.The longer time passes, the more ferocious the hemp-clothed ghost becomes. The Seven Sons of Destiny realized this at the same time, and Jinchen whispered, "Maybe we need to choose someone to sit on the coffin stool."Knowing Rong Zixu's habits, they pulled Rong Zixu to the back at the same time after Jinchen finished speaking, "Senior Brother, you can't do this, you have to consider the overall situation." Yang Yu did not forget to persuade him.The other five people nodded in unison.Rong Zixu: “…”Chang Wuming took a step forward and said, "I'll go."He has always been confident in his own strength.Jin Chen's thoughtful expression suddenly became alert and he grabbed Chang Wuming's arm, "No!"Single-line quests are most likely to trigger an encounter between the protagonists.I don't want to be wiped out!Chang Wuming frowned, "Why? We don't have time to think too much."They were almost squeezed into the corner by the hemp-clothed ghosts. Poor Lord Song had to bend over and sit under the table with the mute girl, as if this was the only way he could feel safe."…Because," Jinchen made up a random excuse, "I want to go! Yes, don't compete with me."Chang Wuming frowned even deeper. What was there to snatch?"Ah..." Jing Xingcan felt that he had discovered the truth. He could always spot Jinchen's expression when he was making excuses. "Xiaochen is just worried about Fourth Senior Brother."Rong Zixu glanced at Jinchen who was holding Chang Wuming's fingers tightly.He is indeed a little liar. Rong Zixu came up with this idea for no reason. During the day, he said that she and he were the best in the world."Be careful." Rong Zixu advised.Jinchen smiled at him, walked around the hemp-clothed ghost who was in the front, and jumped lightly onto the small stool in the middle of the coffin.Almost at the same time he sat down, the group of approaching hemp-clothed ghosts suddenly turned around, picked up the coffin and walked out.A glimpse of moonlight appeared behind the dark clouds, alleviating the darkness and gloom a little."It is true." Rong Zixu looked a little gloomy. He made some quick arrangements and followed them.Chang Wuming and Yang Yu still stayed in the noodle shop to protect the only living people left here and to keep an eye on the mute girl. Rong Zixu felt that she was very important.The atmosphere in the noodle shop finally eased as the ghost left. Lord Song crawled out from under the table trembling, not even caring about the dust on his official uniform. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath, his face so pale that water could drip from it.The yamen runners, who were affected by the knocking on the door, looked even more pale."You are safe tonight. Have some tea and don't scare yourself to death."Yang Yu took out the fan from his sleeve again and shook it, then bent down to look at the mute girl who was still under the table, "Little friend, you come out first."The mute girl looked up at him, but shook her head and hid in the corner against the wall. Her skin was paler than a ghost and she looked timid."Okay, then would you like some hot tea?" Yang Yu didn't force her. He squatted down to look the mute girl in the eye and asked Chang Wuming to bring a cup of hot tea.The mute girl looked at the water in his hand, shook her head again, then raised her hand and pointed behind him.Yang Yu turned around and saw charcoal left over from burning firewood in the corner, which was collected separately by the noodle shop owner, perhaps for heating in winter."Do you want the charcoal inside?" Yang Yu asked.The mute girl finally nodded.Yang Yu didn't understand. After all, this request was too weird, and tonight was still full of crises.Chang Wuming didn't think too much about it. While Yang Yu was hesitating, he had already picked up two pieces from the jar and brought them over. The mute girl quickly reached out from under the table and grabbed them.Yang Yu frowned and looked at his stubborn junior brother, "You..."Chang Wuming:?Fortunately, the mute girl didn't do anything else. She just squatted under the table and wrote and drew on the floor with charcoal.Yang Yu squatted beside her for a long time just in case. Apart from the painting that he couldn't understand, there was nothing else, so he felt relieved.