Nightmare Attack

One by one

Hearing this, someone's expression changed slightly. After a while, Master Liao Zhi rubbed his neck and asked tentatively: "Do we have to go up one by one? We have something to discuss if we treat the young master together."

"Come one by one. The middle-aged woman is like an emotionless repeater," this is what Butler Zhou meant. "

Seeing the woman carrying out Butler Zhou, everyone had no other choice. After all, the clues were still unclear. It would not be wise to conflict with the NPC at this time.

As soon as everyone's eyes made contact, they moved closer to each other, but before they could discuss what to do next, the middle-aged woman spoke again, "Which doctor will go upstairs first to check the young master's pulse?"

No one spoke. Jiang Cheng glanced out the door seemingly unintentionally, while the fat man was more direct, staring down at his toes.

"Let's start with this doctor," the middle-aged woman said suddenly.

She stared at Youqi, and something seemed to flash in her eyes.

"Why is it me?" Youqi's whole body was shocked when he was singled out. Even though he looked tall and thick, the fear in his eyes was no less than that of the fat man.

He immediately stretched out his arm, pointed at Qin Jian who breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly: "He is dressed so well for the occasion, why don't you look for him?"

Qin Jian's originally relatively pale face immediately turned green.

The middle-aged woman didn't defend herself, she just turned her head and looked at a certain location.

Everyone followed the woman's line of sight and saw where the costumes were hung just now.

Previously, Youqi's pink costume was hung at the front. It seems that the order of the costumes determines the order in which he goes upstairs to meet the young master.

You Qi's intestines must have turned green at this moment.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at everyone, and turned to go upstairs.

"Brother You." An Xuan suddenly spoke.

Youqi turned around after hearing this.

An Xuan walked up quickly and said something very close to him. After a moment, You Qi looked at An Xuan again and his eyes became a little strange.

There is a wooden staircase at the end of the room where the costumes are placed. The staircase is very narrow and the location is relatively hidden. It does not match the grandeur that Fatty thinks a wealthy family should have.

Moreover, the stairs are still very dilapidated, and the dilapidation can be directly seen with the naked eye.

Perhaps due to the heavy humidity, the wood was severely decayed, with cracks in some places, and the handrails were broken in several places, revealing eye-catching wooden stubble.

He was even worried about whether he could bear Yuqi's weight.

But fortunately, the copy was still rigorous enough. After an embarrassing "crunch" sound, Youqi's figure disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Everyone held their breath and listened carefully.

"What did you just say to him?" Qin Jian looked at An Xuan and asked suddenly. He was wearing a black burial suit and felt solemn out of thin air.

This is also a question that everyone is curious about.

"Don't be anxious," An Xuan said with squinted eyes, "We'll know when You Qi comes down."

Qin Jian's eyebrows moved and she didn't ask any more questions, but looking at her look, she seemed to have guessed something.

A few minutes later, there was a "crunching" sound from upstairs, and Youqi's figure reappeared on the stairs. His expression was very strange, and his thick eyebrows were almost squeezed together.

It wasn't like he was afraid, it was like he had encountered something he couldn't understand.

From the time he first appeared until he came down the stairs, everyone was staring at him, but no one spoke to him.

And there was a hint of caution in the eyes looking at him.

"That's enough, Brother You." An Xuan suddenly said, "Just stand there."

At this time, You Qicai seemed to suddenly react. He raised his head and met the wary eyes of a group of people, especially Fatty and Jiang Cheng. The two of them were standing near the door, apparently ready to run away at any moment.

"My name is Youqi," Youqi looked at everyone and said, "I come from the Loess Plateau."

After hearing this, everyone's alertness eased a little.

It seems that this is the code word set before.

After everyone comes out, they have to reintroduce their identity.

If there is any difference from before

Someone must have sneaked in.

Although everyone knew that the next person in order was the teacher Liao Zhi, he still refused to go. It was not until the middle-aged woman asked him to go upstairs that he reluctantly went upstairs.

It felt like his legs were shaking, and he was holding on to the handle on one side to gain strength.

"Doctor," the fat man whispered, "Is this really an experienced player? It looks okay, but why are you so timid?"

"Could it be possible?" Fatty asked: "If old players pretend to be new players, then there will also be new players pretending to be new players."

"No." Jiang Cheng interrupted his next words.

Just when the fat man curiously wanted to know the doctor's reason, the doctor suddenly shut up. He looked along the doctor's line of sight and happened to meet a pair of eyes that had just moved away.

Zuo Jing was not far away from them. Although her face was calm, Fatty had a feeling that she was looking at him or a doctor just now.

He shook his neck pretending to be disapproving, and then stopped talking.

One after another, everyone had about the same time. Xia Meng was the first of the three to go upstairs along the old stairs. At this moment, she felt a little nervous.

An Xuan's idea was not reliable in her eyes. She was wondering if someone had already sneaked into it, but if that was the case, what would she see soon?

Is there more than one ghost in this mission?

The abandoned building always gave rise to some absurd stories. She hoped that nothing would go wrong in her mission. She took a deep breath and took the last step onto the building.

To her surprise, the upstairs and downstairs were completely different worlds. The dilapidated feeling downstairs seemed to end at the stairs. The upstairs was a rather elegant room.

Elegant tables and chairs, exquisite porcelain, and small rocks in the scenery are separated by screens with painted pictures, creating a delicate sense of space.

Every aspect of the design is ingenious.

It can be seen that the owner of this room must be an elegant scholar, and he is also a theater enthusiast.

Most of the room's scenery is painted with characters from operas, as well as some similar sculptures. On the dressing table near the window, in front of a clear bronze mirror, there is a phoenix crown quietly placed.

The phoenix crown in the harem.

Round pearls are embedded on it, glowing softly under the dim light. There are also some small and exquisite beads threaded with silver wire and set side by side on the left and right.

Thanks to the wonderful design, light seems to be flowing on it, and there is no distracting thought everywhere.

Her gaze gradually shifted until it stopped at the bed.

Behind a red curtain, a thin figure sat. The figure was relatively tall, but very thin. At first glance, she looked like a woman.

After a moment, the curtain trembled, and a hand slowly stretched out from under the curtain.