Nightmare Attack

Chapter 319

Chapter 319

"Fatty." Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

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?"

"Tell me the truth." Jiang Cheng said, "Be more specific."

"Then you can talk to them directly, doctor." The fat man said shyly, "Doctor, you know I'm stupid, and I'm afraid I can't explain certain things clearly."

Jiang Cheng sighed, and complained in a rather dissatisfied tone: "If I say that someone believes me, can I still use you?"

The facts were similar to Jiang Cheng's expectations.

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

Fatty sat at the table, and everyone formed a circle, but what was strange was that everyone was listening to Fatty's narration, but they were staring at Jiang Cheng with suspicion in their eyes.

It wasn't until Jiang Cheng took a few steps back consciously, away from the crowd, that everyone's brows relaxed immediately, and suddenly they felt that what the fat man said was much more believable.

"So this Steward Zhou sneaked into the Huang's 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 resurrecting her with magic."

They now knew that the human skin drum and the midnight scene were all tricks created by Zhou Steward and others, with the purpose of giving ghosts a chance to kill people.

Thus finally bringing her daughter back to life.

"But how did they do it?" You Qi looked around suspiciously, and said, "Master Huang can save such a large family business, and he can't be a fool who is easily manipulated by others."

"It was written by Young Master Huang." An Xuan said calmly, "Master Huang was very concerned about his son after the death of Young Master Huang. I think this housekeeper Zhou must have revealed to Master Huang that he has a method to revive Young Master Huang. The reason why Master Huang dressed up as Young Master Huang was also bewitched by them."

Without a doubt, this is the most plausible explanation.

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

"I don't know." Fatty spread his hands imitating Jiang Cheng's previous appearance, "It's recorded in that book that there are still 4 days left, but I don't think so, at most." He stretched out two fingers, shook them and said: " Two nights."

"Is there any record in the book how to deal with this ghost?" Although he knew that there was no answer to this question, An Xuan still asked.

"No."

"Stop the ceremony." Chen Qiang said suddenly, "I mean if we all refuse to take part in the next scene, will the ceremony be interrupted?"

"However, it is also possible that some kind of accident may occur because of violating the rules." Jiang Cheng said naturally.

Before the words fell, everyone couldn't help thinking that the appearance of Tang Shirou when she died appeared in their minds. She is the best example.

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

"Who will be the first?" Looking up, An Xuan asked the most critical question. His gaze was very calm, but it brought a strong sense of oppression, and You Qi immediately stopped talking.

Time is precious and should not be wasted on such meaningless questions.

"What's your opinion, Mr. Hao?" An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng.

Zuo Jing's gaze also focused on Jiang Cheng's face, no one believed that the fat man could get back such information, it was all due to him.

Maybe he still has clues that no one knows.

"I think we should go and see that painting first." Jiang Cheng suggested.

The painting was covered by a red cloth, and the crimson color made An Xuan and Zuo Jing feel very uncomfortable, as if it was a crimson battle flag floating in front of them.

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

Some old mirrors or old paintings that have passed through the ages will last forever, and if they are not cleaned properly, ghosts will grow in them. When they are not in use, they should be covered with red cloth, which can ward off disasters for the family.

But before entering the nightmare, You Qi, a big and three thick man, didn't believe in these things, but now, he couldn't help but not superstitious, after all, he already knew that ghosts are real, and they are more terrifying than he imagined.

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

Youqi swallowed, and seemed to want to explain, but after seeing other people's eyes, he closed his mouth wisely. He had an idea, went outside to pick up a wooden stick, and then picked up the red cloth.

The moment the red cloth fell, Zuo Jing, who was closest, couldn't help but gasped.

Painting. Changed.

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

Now the woman in the painting smiles very strangely, her eyes are cold, and the corners of her eyebrows are raised exaggeratedly, just like those paper figurines with painted eyebrows and eyes.

really

There is not much time left.

The background of the painting also changed again, and the details gradually increased. There was a scarlet full moon hanging in the sky, and the attic under the moonlight was extremely gloomy. A paper figurine was riding on a drum, beating the human skin drum.

Across the painting, one could feel a slight chill seeping out from in front of him.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and the dead face of the middle-aged woman appeared at the door.

She just stood outside the door and didn't come in.

It may be because they have learned about the insider relationship, so everyone has become more and more respectful to middle-aged women. These servants with weird movements are probably actors in Zhou Steward's troupe.

Taking advantage of Mr. Huang's madness, they completely controlled the whole of Huang's mansion and completely emptied Mr. Huang.

"Master asked me to inform you that at three o'clock tonight, I will come to the lakeside to sing with the young master under the name of the sound of drums." The middle-aged woman glanced at everyone, and said in a sinister tone: "Tonight's play is called——accepting marriage."

The woman turned around, picked up a branch from the outside, and cut it off section by section with her nails. The sharpness of the woman's nails was beyond imagination, like a sharp blade.

"The rule is that no matter what you see or hear during the kissing process, you must not make any noise." The woman said, "until the scene is over."

"Each mouth contains a piece, and it can be taken out after the end." The woman raised her hand, and there was a small pile of cut branches in her hand.

You Qi, who was the closest, walked up reluctantly and took the pile of branches.

"Hey hey." The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed in a low voice unconsciously. You Qi was so frightened that his hands trembled when he heard the sound, and the branch almost fell to the ground.

"Then it's up to you to distribute it yourself." The middle-aged woman turned and left after finishing speaking.

"What's going on here?" With trembling hands, You Qi asked in surprise. He stared at his hands, then raised his head, looking at everyone present with fear.

At this moment, everyone has already got one in their hands.

And he quietly placed two in his hand.

(End of this chapter)