Nightmare Attack

Chapter 598 The Wife

Chapter 598 The Wife

For some unknown reason, the shadow of a straw man suddenly appeared in his mind.

He made up his mind and walked towards the depths of the corridor little by little. The doors on both sides were closed, and there were ordinary decorative paintings pasted on them. At least he didn't see anything weird.

Turning a corner, the corner is facing a significantly larger and more luxurious room.

Unlike Luohe and the others who still had to take the initiative to open the door, Linghu Yong had better luck, the double-door pitch-black wooden door was already half-opened at this moment.

Through the half-open door, a large bed can be seen inside.

A person stood beside the bed, and a red lantern was placed on the ground.

The candles in the lanterns flicker on and off, as if the wind is blowing.

The man turned his back to him, bowed slightly, seemed to be holding something in his hand, and stretched his arms towards the person on the bed from time to time.

This may seem incomprehensible to others, but it awakened Linghu Yong's deep memory, and he immediately realized that the person who came with a lantern was feeding medicine to the person lying on the bed.

"Who?"

Just when Linghu Yong was about to continue to observe, he was discovered. His appearance obviously startled the other party.

As he expected, the person standing by the bed was holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and there was also a medicine spoon in the bowl.

But because of the light, he couldn't see the man's face.

"Don't be nervous, I'm the person sent by Director Qiao." Worried about misunderstanding, Linghu Yong immediately explained: "I'm here to help you."

"Director Qiao." The other party seemed to be hesitating.

Hearing the voice was a man, his age was also similar to his own, he reckoned it might be Master Feng's son.

Thinking of this, Linghu Yong continued: "Director Qiao was worried that that kind of thing would happen again here, so he sent us to help you. I still have a few companions, and you will see them soon."

Hearing that the man seemed to relax a bit, he casually put the medicine bowl on the table beside him, "It's you guys, I heard from the janitor Liu Lizi, it's just that you came to visit late at night, you want to"

"That's right, we also want to visit during the day, but Liu Laizi said that it would be inconvenient for you during the day, and he also said that Master Feng is seriously ill, so we don't want to disturb you." Linghu Yong said quickly.

For some reason, he always felt uneasy here. After understanding the situation, he was ready to leave immediately.

"My father is indeed ill, but it's not as serious as he said, and he can get out of bed now." The man said, then turned his eyes to the bed, and said in a sad tone: "My wife's condition is very bad now. "

Before the words fell, Linghu Yong heard the sound of walking behind him. There were quite a few people coming, probably 5, 6, or even more, "Yong'er, who are you talking to?"

An old man with a cane and someone to help him walked out of the dark corridor.

The old man was dressed in brocade clothes, which looked very expensive, but no matter how expensive the clothes were, he couldn't hide the old man's haggard face. He seemed to have not rested for a long time. His complexion was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his movements were inexplicable. of stiffness.

Linghu Yong suspected that the footsteps downstairs were his.

The old man is the real master of the Feng family, Master Feng.

Seizing the opportunity, Linghu Yong immediately identified himself to the old man and the people behind him, and looked back and forth across Linghu Yong's face.

"So that's how it is." Master Feng said slowly, and walked over with the support of a middle-aged woman, "Thank you for your hard work. When my Feng family survives this catastrophe, I will be grateful."

"Master Feng is being polite." Linghu Yong replied.

After speaking, Linghu Yong turned around and looked at the position of the bed. From his angle, he could only see a protruding part of the quilt on the bed, vaguely in the shape of a human being, but since he came in, he didn't hear a sound from the person on the bed.

Yes. Asleep?

Or some other reason.

Many conjectures arose in Linghu Yong's mind for no reason, which aroused his curiosity, and he began to piece together the appearance of the woman on the bed in his mind, and the similar picture actually gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In a dark environment, a seriously ill woman and a man feeding medicine

"Yonger, what are you thinking?"

An old and stiff voice came, Linghu Yong was in a trance, and subconsciously replied: "It's nothing, father, I think it's time for Ruoxi to change her dressing, I'm going to inform the nurse"

The next second, he stopped abruptly, and then, as if realizing something suddenly, he widened his eyes and looked at Master Feng with a face full of horror. The other's lips moved from time to time, but the sound he made was completely different from his lip movements. sorry!

At this time, Master Feng was like a weird marionette, looking at him with a pair of old eyes, which were hollow.

Linghu Yong suddenly noticed that there was no reflection of himself in Master Feng's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded behind him, "It's nothing, father, I was thinking that it's time for Ruoxi to change her dressing, I'm going to inform the nurse, don't worry if I'm here."

At the same time as the voice was remembered, Linghu Yong's heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a chill went from head to toe.

It was his own voice!

With hindsight, he suddenly realized why he could see Master Feng and everyone's faces clearly, but he couldn't see the man's face in the room before.

At first he thought it was because of the dim light in the room, but now that he thought about it, it was more like a mist that could not be dispelled was always covering the man's face.

And outside, the same mist that captivated him!

ghost!

He is the ghost!

Almost exhausting all his courage, Linghu Yong turned his stiff neck and looked at the man behind him.

As the line of sight stretched, the mist on the man's face dissipated like ice and snow meeting boiling water, and then, a face exactly like him emerged.

Gradually, the layout of the room also changed. The originally luxurious and huge room became ordinary and the area was much smaller.

An off-white bottle stand stood beside the bed, and the bed became an ordinary iron bed, light blue, the most common kind in hospitals, covered with a loose white quilt.

There was also a pair of ladies slippers beside the bed.

"Linghu Yong" didn't seem to notice anything, he was still repeating his own things, he slowly bent down and approached the woman on the bed, at this moment, he could clearly see the woman's haggard face.

Under the face, even the neck was wrapped in thick gauze, and there was faintly turbid light yellow pus oozing out.

The dusty memory was awakened, and Linghu Yong trembled all over, as if he had returned to that rainy night many years ago, that seemingly ordinary car accident scene.

Their car crashed into a crooked tree on the side of the road.

Fortunately, Linghu Yong, who was driving, was only slightly injured, but his wife was not as lucky as him. The point of impact happened to be the co-pilot, and the huge inertia almost broke her cervical spine.

(End of this chapter)