Nightmare Attack

"Fat man." Jiang Cheng suddenly said.

The fat man nodded repeatedly as he walked, "Doctor, tell me, I'm listening."

"When you go back, tell them what happened today."

The fat man blinked, "How do you say that?"

"Tell it like it is." Jiang Cheng said, "Be more detailed."

"Then doctor, just tell them directly." The fat man said sheepishly, "Doctor, you know I'm stupid, and I'm afraid I can't explain some things clearly."

Jiang Cheng breathed out and complained in a rather dissatisfied tone: "If I say someone believes me, do you still need me?"

The facts were almost as Jiang Cheng expected.

No, it wasn't about the same, it was much worse than he expected.

The fat man sat at the table, and everyone gathered in a circle, but strangely, everyone was listening to the fat man's story, but their eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng, full of suspicion.

Until Jiang Cheng consciously took a few steps back and stayed away from the crowd, everyone immediately relaxed their brows and suddenly felt that what the fat man said was more credible.

"So Butler Zhou sneaked into the Huang Mansion later. He is the father of the dead woman and wants to avenge her?" You Qi asked in surprise.

Zuo Jing glanced at him and added: "It's not just about revenge, it's about using evil magic to resurrect her."

They now know that the human skin drum and the midnight drama are all tricks created by Butler Zhou and others, in order to give ghosts a chance to kill people.

Thus finally resurrecting his daughter.

"But how did they do it?" You Qi looked around in confusion and said, "Master Huang can accumulate such a big family fortune, he can't be a fool who is easily manipulated by others."

"It was written through Master Huang." An Xuan said calmly: "Master Huang missed his son very much after Master Huang's death. I think Butler Zhou must have revealed to Master Huang that he had a method to resurrect Master Huang. The reason why Mr. Huang dressed up as Mr. Huang was because he was bewitched by them. "

There is no doubt that this is the most reasonable explanation.

"How long do we have?" Xia Meng asked a key question.

"I don't know." The fat man spread out his hands like Jiang Cheng did before. "The book records that there are still four days, but I don't think it's true. At most," he stretched out two fingers, shook them and said, "two days." night."

"Is there any record in the book on how to deal with this ghost?" Although he knew that this question was unlikely to have an answer, An Xuan still asked.

"No."

"Stop the ceremony." Chen Qiang suddenly said: "What I mean is that if we all refuse to participate in the next play, will the ceremony be interrupted?"

"But it's also possible that something unexpected happens because of violating the rules." Jiang Cheng said naturally.

Before the words were spoken, everyone couldn't help but picture Tang Shirou's appearance when she died. She was the best example.

"Ghosts shouldn't attack anyone who breaks the rules." You Qi also echoed Chen Qiang's words, "If all of us"

"Who will be the first?" An Xuan raised his head and asked the most critical question. His eyes were very calm, but gave people a strong sense of oppression. Youqi immediately stopped talking.

Time is precious and cannot be wasted on such meaningless issues.

"Mr. Hao, what do you think?" An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng.

Zuo Jing's eyes were also focused on Jiang Cheng's face. No one believed that the fat man could get such information. This was all his fault.

Maybe he still has clues that no one knows.

"I think we should go take a look at that painting first." Jiang Cheng suggested.

The painting was covered by a red cloth. The deep red color made An Xuan and Zuo Jing feel very uncomfortable. It was like a deep red battle flag floating in front of them.

Youqi stood in front of the painting that was covered by a red cloth, looking very embarrassed, because he was the one who hung the piece of red cloth. There is a saying in his hometown that red cloth can ward off evil spirits.

Some old mirrors or old paintings have been around for a long time, and if you don't get it right, there will be ghosts in them. They should be covered with red cloth when not in use, so as to avoid disasters in the home.

But before entering the nightmare, Youqi, a tall and thick man, didn't believe in this. But now, he can't help but not be superstitious. After all, he already knows that ghosts are real and more terrifying than he imagined.

"Who did it?" Xia Meng asked knowingly: "Go get it yourself."

Youqi swallowed, seemingly wanting to explain, but after seeing the looks in other people's eyes, he wisely shut his mouth. He had an idea, went outside to pick up a wooden stick, and then picked out the red cloth.

The moment the red cloth fell, Zuo Jing, who was nearest, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The painting changed.

The woman in the painting has completely turned her face around, and the face that was originally smiling and smiling has suddenly changed.

The woman in the painting now smiles very strangely, her eyes are cold, and her eyebrows are raised exaggeratedly, just like those paper figures with painted eyebrows.

really

There isn't much time left.

The background of the painting also changed again, with gradually more details. A scarlet full moon hung on the horizon. The attic shrouded in moonlight was extremely eerie. A paper man was riding on a drum, beating the human skin drum.

Across the painting, you can feel the slightest chill seeping out from in front of you.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the middle-aged woman's dead face appeared in front of the door.

She stood outside the door and did not come in.

Perhaps because they already knew the inside story, everyone became more and more respectful of middle-aged women. These servants with weird movements were probably all actors in Butler Zhou's troupe.

They took advantage of Mr. Huang's madness and completely controlled the entire Huang family, completely ignoring Mr. Huang.

"The master asked me to inform you that at the third watch tonight, with the sound of drums as a signal, you will come to the lake to sing with the young master." The middle-aged woman glanced at everyone and said in a sinister tone: "Tonight's scene is called - the wedding reception."

The woman turned around, picked up a branch from outside, and then cut it off section by section with her nails. The woman's nails were sharper than expected, like sharp blades.

"The rule is that during the reception, no matter what you see or hear, you are not allowed to make any sound." The woman said, "Until the scene is over."

"Each person holds a piece in their mouth and can take it out only after it is finished." The woman raised her hand with a small pile of cut branches piled in her hand.

Youqi, who was nearest, reluctantly walked up and took over the pile of tree branches.

"Hehehe." The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed in a low voice unconsciously. Youqi's hands trembled in fright when he heard the sound, and the branch almost fell to the ground.

"Then it's up to you to allocate it yourself." After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she turned and left.

"What is going on?" Youqi asked in shock with trembling hands. He stared at his hands, then raised his head and looked at everyone present with fear.

At this moment, everyone has received one in their hands.

And there were two of them quietly placed in his hand.