Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1035

"There..." Pang Xiaofeng's face turned pale, he didn't know if he didn't want to, or he was just scared.

"Yes, masters, live in first. Wait until the third watch, someone will come to you and tell you what to do." As if worried about these people's repentance, the man quickly said: "Don't worry, it's easy."

Everyone just thought he was farting.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Hao turned his head and said in a straightforward tone: "Where is the mourning hall arranged? The man came to see us a quarter before the third watch, but you said that we will be watching the night in the mourning hall at the third watch, so there is only a quarter of an hour in between." The time, that person will tell us how to do it, and then we have to rush to the mourning hall, in terms of time... is it really too late?"

The man had a smile on his face, "This master is worrying too much, in time, absolutely in time, because the mourning hall is in the yard where you live!"

Hearing this, everyone was startled, and a bold idea emerged in their hearts at the same time. Could it be that there is no such thing as a need for vigil, and even...even floating corpses are all fabricated, and the real purpose of the villagers is to want Trick them over and let them live in this weird-looking courtyard in the middle of the night, waiting for that person to come.

The so-called person who came to tell them what to do may not be a human being at all, but a ghost who kills anyone he sees!
Li Gui came to seek the lives of the villagers!
As for the mourning hall... that is the mourning hall reserved for them, which is more or less the same.

Jiang Cheng's face remained calm, and he quickly thought about putting these things together in his mind, and felt that it was unlikely. If this is the case, then the villagers don't need to make up a vigil, especially with so many supernatural events paved the way. This will only make them wary of this place in their hearts.

Thinking in another way, Jiang Cheng would choose not to say anything after the meeting, and directly arrange them here to rest, so that they would be killed by ghosts without anyone noticing.

"The mourning hall is in the courtyard, where is it?" Lei Mingyu asked.

The man seemed to be a bit behind the times, and said with a smile: "Look at my mouth, what I said is not accurate, it is indeed in the yard, but there is still a distance from the room where the masters live, not too far , you can walk there, and the person doesn’t have much to explain, maybe just a few words, so please rest assured, masters, there will definitely be time.”

Du Moyu looked at the courtyard and asked in a low voice, "Who is the person who came to see us? Have we met?"

"I haven't seen it before." The man said with certainty: "That man is a watchman for Murakami, and he knows some tricks, ah, he must not know as much as the masters, but it's great for you to listen to."

"Beat more people?"

"If you don't beat people, you're just a clapper." The man twitched his mouth when he heard this, with a strange look on his face, "But he only knocks on the clapper, and he never talks when he walks at night. Oh, he looks a bit..." Speaking of this, the man showed some weirdness on his face, as if he had thought of some kind of picture, the man lowered his voice: "He looks a bit miserable, masters suddenly saw it, don't... don't be caught Surprised."

The man licked his lips, and said with a mysterious expression: "I'm telling you this matter in secret, masters, please don't spread it out, I heard the elders say in private that this person's ugly face is not born, it's... I met a ghost one night when I was watching the watch, said something wrong, and was caught by the ghost."

Watchman at night is also a very particular job, just like the corpse hunter in the big river, the executioner in the execution ground, and the corpse chaser who is responsible for returning the corpse of a guest who died in a foreign land to his hometown, it is a job that is fatal.

It is said that in the past, in these professions, a master led an apprentice. The master's selection criteria for apprentices was extremely strict, and those who were usually ugly and ill-fated were given priority.

It would be best if the whole family suffers disaster, leaving him alone so that he can survive.

It is said that such a person has extremely strong horoscopes, and after entering the industry, he can see the ecstasy of the underworld judge.

If you are timid, you may be scared to death directly.

After noticing these changes in Jiang Cheng's expression, the man felt that he might have talked too much, and explained: "In fact, we rarely see him. He usually doesn't come out during the day, and he doesn't live in the village, so the number of times we see him It’s also very rare, he only comes out at night.”

"If he doesn't live in the village, where does he live?" Lei Mingyu stared at the man, as if asking the bottom line.

"This... Actually, I don't know about this." The man was a little embarrassed. The night wind didn't know when it started, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature dropped a lot. He slowly rubbed his arms and added: "But some people said that people were beaten He lives in the mountains, but no one has seen him in the mountains, so... so I'm not sure."

"Then let's ask him face-to-face tonight." Yu Cheng, an expert wood artist, said boldly to the man.

The man's face gradually became strange, and his tone was not as submissive as before. He stared at Yu Chengmu and said, "Master, I think you'd better not be like this."

"The watchman has a bad temper and is a very weird person. People in our village don't like him, and no one is willing to offend him." The man's voice was dull, "Okay, I won't send you off, you guys Rest early."

"He's coming soon." The man seemed to have deep meaning.

Yu Chengmu turned around, and with the young man's support, he walked towards the yard. Someone started, and everyone followed. When he got closer, he realized that the yard was even more dilapidated than imagined, as if it had been built for a hundred years. history.

The two red lanterns hanging on the door made people's faces blood red, as if everyone's face was bleeding, and an ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.

"Hello." Zhang Junyu crossed his arms and motioned for everyone to look back.

Turning around, everyone saw that the man was still standing where he was just now, looking at him motionless, as if the whole person was frozen.

"go in."

Surprisingly, the youngest Zhou Qing walked to the door without much hesitation, and slapped the door three times. These three slaps seemed unintentional, but they could be seen clearly from the fat man's angle. The upper position, one shot in the middle, and the last shot, it landed on the right side again.

But... the fat man stared wide-eyed, the door was clearly unlocked, it was ajar, and there was a gap about two fingers wide in the middle.

And judging from the man's words, there was no one inside.

No one knocked on what door?

Who can hear?

The fat man didn't understand, he just found it weird.

After doing all this, Zhou Qing stepped back three steps, waited for a few seconds, and then stepped forward again, pushed open the door, not with one hand, but with two hands, one hand held the door on one side, and then Slowly push to the sides.

Yu Chengmu put his hand on Zhou Qing's arm again, then raised his leg and stepped into the door.

(End of this chapter)