Nightmare Attack

Chapter 321

Chapter 321

"Snapped!"

One arm rested on the fat man's shoulder, and the fat man wearing a paper human head wanted to look down at the opponent's hand, but due to his limited vision, he couldn't see it at all.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man felt someone climb up his back.

Although he was mentally prepared, when this scene happened, he still trembled instinctively, and the face under the paper man's head was already pale with fright.

The person climbing on his back was very light, too light, he reckoned, maybe... maybe not even 80 Jin.

It must be the bride.

After a brief hesitation, the fat man plucked up his courage and started to walk with the bride on his back. He has one plan now, hurry up, hurry up, as long as the bride is handed over to the next person, then...then he will be safe.

As for who the next unlucky guy is, he can't control it.

As long as it's not the doctor who loves someone.

Thinking of this, Fatty felt a surge of energy in his heart, and the speed under his feet became faster.

In order to get to the next person as soon as possible, he tried his best to walk close to the lake, but he didn't dare to stick too close. He always kept a distance of nearly 5 meters from the lake.

The surface of the lake was still shrouded in mist, and it was white, as if some monster was hiding. The fat man only took one look, then looked away, and never looked at the lake again.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that the bride behind him was very quiet, she seemed to have no interest in him, and she didn't make any excessive moves towards him along the way.

The fat man was about to burst into tears with excitement. For the first time, he felt that it was fine not to please women.

At the same time, he couldn't help worrying about the doctor again.

After thinking about it, Fatty made a "crash" under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately came back to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and realized that he had stepped into the water at some point. He was standing in the lake water now, and the water had already submerged his ankles.

This discovery surprised him. He walked very carefully all the way, deliberately staying away from the lake, how could it be...

He subconsciously looked at the lake, and in the next second, his vision seemed to have been hit hard, and it was pulled into a crack in an instant.

Through the reflection of the lake, he saw that the bride behind her was covered with a red hijab, her neck was almost twice as long as that of ordinary people, and it was twisted strangely, her waist was bent backwards, and the arc was so large that it almost broke.

At the same time, a continuous and strange sound rang in his ears.

"Knock knock knock."

It was as if someone grinned and kept knocking the upper and lower rows of teeth back and forth.

The picture made up by the brain this time frightened the fat man so much that his soul flew out halfway. He turned around and subconsciously threw the things behind him into the lake.

But in the end, he held back his life.

Not to mention that this violated the rules, just looking at the ghost's appearance, it seemed that the water ghost hadn't run away, and now he was standing in the lake, and he was afraid that if the ghost entered the water, he would have no way out.

Although I was only a few steps away from the shore, people would never be able to run away from ghosts.

He took a deep breath, and under great pressure, he first slowly left the lake, and then continued to walk in the previous direction, at an increasing speed.

The neck began to feel numb and numb, as if the ends of his hair were passing by, a wet, rough and textured strip slowly passed along his neck.

Moist, rough, and with an inexplicable sticky feeling.

The fat man realized what it was almost immediately.

Tongue.

The ghost on his back is licking itself with its tongue!

Goosebumps all over his body, and now the chatter of his teeth is louder than the things behind him, if it wasn't for the stick in his mouth, it would have been more exaggerated.

Just when the fat man was about to lose his hold, he finally saw a person not far ahead, and he almost rushed up at a speed of [-] meters.

"Snapped!"

The fat man patted the other person's shoulder excitedly. He didn't know if the force was too heavy, or it was too sudden. In short, the man's legs softened and he almost knelt down.

Staring at the bright red costume on the opponent's body that was stretched almost to bursting, and the trembling look, the fat man thought that Brother Youqi hadn't run away.

After all, he was the only one in this book whose physique matched his own.

The guy behind him was also obedient, and when he arrived at the place, he didn't need to be coaxed by the fat man, so he went down obediently, and then climbed directly on You Qi's back.

Fatty obediently followed the rules of the game, and never looked at what he shouldn't. He closed his eyes and opened them only after the footsteps had gone away. At this time, there were no people nearby.

"call--"

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief. Now, he was waiting for the sound of the drum to evacuate.

I hope he looks at the boundless night nearby, swallows, and the doctor is fine.

"Clap."

"Clap."

"Clap."

After the brisk footsteps, what was left was a series of sounds of treading water, Zuo Jing raised her slightly stiff neck, and glanced at the water beside her.

In the reflection, the guy behind him became more and more dishonest.

In just ten minutes, she had already changed several positions, and one of them, Zuo Jing even thought she was going to bite herself.

But her psychological quality, as well as her control over the situation, are beyond the reach of Fatty.

She has her own understanding of this marriage scene.

The most important thing in this scene is time.

If she were to make an analogy, then this scene is similar to the dynamite game that the army uses to train soldiers to dare.

A group of soldiers formed a circle and passed a piece of dynamite that ignited the fuse until it was about to detonate before the last soldier whose turn could throw the dynamite.

And the ghost on her back is the explosives passed on.

The explosives will definitely explode, and one of them will inevitably die. All she needs to do is to ensure that the explosives will not explode in her hands.

It would be even better if it could be blown up in the hands of that person. A face that was obviously handsome but often acted like a rascal appeared in her mind.

Everyone who has anything to do with Crimson.. damn it.

The father who loved his father the most died at the hands of these hateful people!

Seemingly recalling the most painful page in memory, veins appeared on Zuo Jing's forehead, and she quickened her pace, preparing to rush to the next meeting point as soon as possible.

After the long-lost drumbeat finally sounded, the scattered players returned to their rooms one after another.

The one in Jiangcheng.

The fat man hurried into the door, and the moment he saw the doctor sitting at the table drinking water slowly, he let go of his concern.

Although the doctor is very thieves, the probability of accidents is very small, but after all, he was followed by Steward Zhou, and he didn't see that Shi Liao Zhi was a ghost, so Fatty understood that doctors are only human beings, not gods, and he is negligent sometimes.

Half an hour after the drumming ended, the players all returned to the wing room, except

"Where's Zuo Jing?" Xia Meng looked outside the empty door, frowned and asked, "Why didn't she come back?"

An Xuan's face was very ugly. After realizing that Zuo Jing hadn't come back, he reacted very simply. He immediately walked out the door and walked to the next door. After a while, he came back again.

After a pause, he raised his head and said, "The woman in the painting is gone."

(End of this chapter)