Nightmare Attack

A cold feeling crawled up his back, and Jiang Cheng didn't expect that this ghost could actually find his location through a few text messages.

No wonder Wang Qi threw away his cell phone.

Damn it, if I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have responded to its text messages.

Judging from the photos he received, Jiang Cheng could probably determine the location of the ghost. It was less than 20 meters away from him, near the fourth bookshelf from the bottom.

A message popped up on the screen, this time it was Shen Mengyun.

"The intersection in front of you, on the ground."

Shen Mengyun's message was concise and clear.

Jiang Cheng held his breath and searched for the location Shen Mengyun mentioned. It was between the two bookshelves with a layer of flour sprinkled on it.

A footprint appeared on the flour.

Not a few minutes ago.

The footprints were exaggerated, half as big as him, and the toes were pointed in the direction where he was hiding.

"You're not here."

Another message was sent to Jiang Cheng's mobile phone, and it was accompanied by a photo. It was a bookshelf with a half-person-high cyan vase placed very close to it.

From the shooting point of view, the person taking the photo is standing in front of the bookshelf.

Looking away and looking out through the gap in the bookshelf, Jiang Cheng could clearly see the vase, which was only 10 meters away from him.

But there was nothing near the vase.

A moment later, there was another photo, getting closer and closer to Jiangcheng, "I will find you not here either."

Now, the shortcomings of the hiding place chosen by Jiang Cheng are revealed. Although it is hidden, once the ghost notices it, the possibility of escape is lost.

Judging from the ghost's speed, he would definitely be found in less than a minute.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a long time, wanting to send an apology message to Gui. He had already thought of the wording, but a sudden cell phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.

"Ring ring ring"

It's a very old-fashioned alarm tone, the kind that's built into every cell phone.

Jiang Cheng came to his senses when the voice came from the direction, and it turned out to be where Shen Mengyun was hiding.

Jiang Cheng understood that Shen Mengyun must have noticed that he was being targeted by a ghost, so he used his cell phone ringtone to attract the ghost and wanted to save himself.

A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng heard the sound of something being crushed. At the same time, the ringing of his cell phone stopped abruptly.

Without any further hesitation, Jiang Cheng took this opportunity and slipped away quietly.

The direction he chose was the historical area where Wang Qi had previously hidden.

The Scorched Ghost just left here.

Jiang Cheng bets that it won't come back in a short time.

"How are you doing there?" Jiang Cheng sent a message to Huaiyi. When he was about to send it to Fatty, Huaiyi's message had already arrived.

But the other party's tone gradually relaxed Jiang Cheng's tense brows.

"Mr. Jiang, I am Shen Mengyun. I am with Mr. Huaiyi now. How are you?"

Jiang Cheng typed, "I'm fine. I ran away and found a place to hide again." After a pause, he added another line, "Thank you, Miss Shen."

Jiang Cheng could probably guess that Shen Mengyun set a delayed alarm clock on his mobile phone, and then after she ran away, the alarm clock rang, which saved him.

"This man is well saved." Jiang Cheng thought to himself, "Including this time, Shen Mengyun has saved himself twice."

"Can you determine the location of the Burnt Ghost now?" Later, Jiang Cheng typed and asked.

This time he responded a little slower, as if he was still a little embarrassed, "My feet are injured and I can't run fast. The ghost noticed my footsteps. I bumped into Gao Yan halfway and passed by his hiding place. Then I It felt like the ghost disappeared, as if it had shifted its focus.”

Shen Mengyun didn't say what happened next, but Jiang Cheng had already guessed it. It seemed that Shen Mengyun ran to Gao Yan's hiding place, and then used Gao Yan to get rid of the ghost behind him.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng replied: "Miss Shen, there is no need to blame yourself, you didn't mean it."

"Brother Jiang, Brother Fugui, has he contacted you?" The tone of the text message suddenly changed. It seemed that this time it was Huaiyi.

"No." Jiang Cheng suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Brother Fugui's hiding place is not far from Gao Yan. I'm worried that something will happen to him." Huaiyi quickly returned, "And I just sent him two messages, but he didn't reply."

Oops, Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows. He had been thinking about Shen Mengyun just now and completely forgot about the fat man.

Huddled on the side of the bookshelf, the fat man's face turned purple from suppressing his emotions. Just now, just now, that bastard Gao Yan rushed over in a panic, and then

The fat man swallowed, and he saw a footprint suddenly appeared on the flour-dusted place in front of the bookshelf less than 5 meters away from him.

The footprints were large and exaggerated, and they came after Gao Yan.

The most annoying thing is that Gao Yan only came over after noticing that he was here.

Divert disaster to the east

On the third floor, Gao Yan used this trick to trick Shen Mengyun. He heard the doctor say it.

But Gao Yan didn't run away either. The two of them were now blocked by ghosts near these bookshelves.

Apart from a few large bookshelves, there was no other place to hide in this area. It was impossible for them to escape. The only way was to deal with the ghosts and delay the time until the mission was over.

When he passed an hourglass just now, he glanced carefully and saw that there wasn't much sand left on it, maybe a few more minutes at most.

"Wow--"

Before he could think of a solution, he heard several books falling to the ground, on a bookshelf not far from him.

A gap appeared on the bookshelf.

The ghost is looking for them, finally locating them.

The fat man carefully backed away from the ghost, and Gao Yan did the same. Two people and one ghost were circling around several bookshelves in a very weird way.

From time to time, the ghost fiddled with a few books and made noises. It looked like it was looking for someone, but even Fatty could see that it was more like an old hunter, playing with cornered prey.

It seems that the Burnt Ghosts also know very well that it is only a matter of time before they are found.

Since they couldn't see, hear, or smell, they could only rely on the flour on the ground and a few books that fell from time to time to determine the location of the Burnt Ghost.

Gao Yan became more and more uneasy. He had a feeling that he was the target that this ghost wanted to hunt most.

If you want to survive, delaying alone is useless unless Gao Yan looks in the direction of the fat man and something surges crazily in his eyes.

Unless he lets this fat man die for him.

Facing this fat man who could only see two lines of words, Gao Yan was still very confident. Since the goal was clear, it was a plan.

Not only did he want the fat man to die, but most importantly, he wanted his death to be natural and seemingly had nothing to do with him.

After all, he was still very afraid of Jiang Cheng who could see 47 lines.

And Gao Yan also had his own opinion on the current situation. The Scorched Ghost had an absolute advantage, but it didn't immediately take action to find them and kill them. Instead, it was playing a circle game with them. This was not a bad idea. Not a hint.

Maybe it just wanted to see the two of them kill each other.