Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1040 Mourning Hall (2670 words)
Following the direction of the water flow, Yu Chengmu finally stopped in front of the very thick white candle.

It was the one that the watchman focused on explaining.

"Boom-"

The bell rang again, but this time, Jiang Cheng stared at the phone with a strange expression on his face, then stood up, walked quickly towards the door, and looked out through the crack of the door.

The fat man couldn't help asking: "Doctor, what did you find?"

"The time doesn't match." Jiang Cheng said without turning his head, "It took about half an hour for you to strike the clock twice, and Lei Mingyu, who came in second, was about the same, but Yu Chengmu's time interval was 44 minutes."

"Such a long time?" The fat man was a little surprised, and quickly explained after recalling: "I have observed the incense, and every one is similar. There is no reason why Yu Chengmu's incense burns for so long than ours."

"Well, so what did he do alone in the mourning hall with the extra time?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the fat man with a worried look on his face.

"Boom-"

Another bell rang.

Pang Xiaofeng stepped into the gate of the mourning hall, his footsteps were weak, and he looked around nervously. After Lei Mingyu returned, he had already briefly explained the layout of the mourning hall to him. Fortunately, there was no major problem.

He took a deep breath, and was ready to follow what Lei Mingyu said, after lighting the incense, he would sit in front of the incense burner, no matter what happened to him, he would not listen to, look at, or ignore anything.

That's right, that's it!
Trembling, he took the incense to the thickest candle and lit it, then inserted it into the incense burner, and Pang Xiaofeng turned on the meditation mode.

At this moment, he couldn't calm down in his mind. When he came here just now, he ran into Yu Chengmu. Chen Hao had explained that this old guy was difficult to deal with, so he didn't even bother to say hello.

But the strange thing is that when he passed by him, Yu Chengmu stared at him firmly, with a strange smile on his old face like withered bark.

Recalling that smile, Pang Xiaofeng couldn't help shivering.

"Yu Chengmu won't be replaced by ghosts, right?" Pang Xiaofeng suddenly had such a thought in his mind, he didn't have much experience, and the strange things in these missions were all told to him by Chen Hao and the others, which can be regarded as assault training.

He slowly reached into his pocket and grabbed the phone. If he encountered some strange things that he couldn't solve or couldn't understand, he would ask Chen Hao and the others for help.

Although Chen Hao had already reminded him that the person opposite the phone was not necessarily a human being.

Thinking of this, he touched the depths of his pocket again. After touching a small hard object, the heart he was carrying relaxed a little. .

"crunch-"

A strange sound instantly brought him back to reality. Pang Xiaofeng swallowed and lowered his head, as if as long as he didn't look around, those messy things wouldn't come to him.

"crunch-"

"crunch-"

The sound came one after another, as if several people lined up and stepped on the water-soaked floor.

Pang Xiaofeng's heart twitched violently, he didn't understand why such a terrifying picture was concretized in his mind, he raised his head after a pause, the voice came from behind the white curtain.

Lei Mingyu went back and told him that he also heard a strange sound, but Pang Xiaofeng clearly remembered that he said there was only one sound, and after he ignored it, there was no more sound.

But... why is it my turn, the strange sound keeps ringing, as if he doesn't stop until he passes by!
Pang Xiaofeng was afraid, because he heard that the sound gradually changed to a wet friction sound, just like the feeling of shoes rubbing against the ground after being soaked for an unknown amount of time.

And the distance is getting closer!

He really wanted to turn around and run, run out of the mourning hall, and run back to the wing to find his teammates, but the remaining rationality told him not to, he was sure that as long as he left the mourning hall, even the gods would not be able to save him.

Since you can't run, you should face it bravely. Pang Xiaofeng thought about the experience that Chen Hao had told him, and he felt ruthless in his heart. He took out the gadget that was given to him by the watchman, and slowly approached the curtain.

Then suddenly opened the cloth!

The most worrying picture in his mind did not appear, but what still made his face pale was that there were several large coffins lined up behind the statue, and there were quite a few coffins, extending into the darkness.

At the same time, all the strange sounds disappeared.

Everything just now seemed to be an auditory hallucination caused by being too nervous.

He calmed down slowly, and began to look at the scene in front of him. The coffin lid was lifted aside, and the corpses inside were so soaked that they were not human-shaped, and each corpse's face was covered with a piece of yellow paper.

The yellow paper was soaked in water, and the outline of the swollen face of the corpse below could be vaguely seen.

At first glance, the atmosphere is very strange.

Pang Xiaofeng's eyes swept over, and suddenly he noticed from the corner of his eye that there was a slight reflection on the edge of the coffin, like water, he didn't dare to get too close, so he couldn't see it clearly.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he compared the position of the water on the edge of the coffin, and found that it was all near the hands of the corpse. Gradually, a bold guess exploded in his mind.

Could it be... Could it be that the voice he heard just now was real? After these corpses lifted the lid of the coffin, they grabbed the edge of the coffin and stood up, then stepped out of the coffin and walked behind the statue.

And when he lifted the curtain, he lay down again.

This idea is too scary, but Pang Xiaofeng thinks it is very possible!
If you want him to go back now and go back to the censer as if nothing happened, that would be deceiving himself. Backing away, he quickly took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the coffin and the corpse inside, then turned and ran.

He ran to the statue and knelt down without saying a word. He was kneeling in front of the thick white candle, which he thought was the safest and brightest place in the mourning hall.

It is said that the camera can take pictures of things that cannot be seen by the human eye. Pang Xiaofeng looked at the screen of the mobile phone with trembling hands, "Huh—" He took a deep breath. Fortunately, the corpse above was lying in the coffin obediently. She didn't move, didn't grin at him or anything.

After thinking about it again and again, just to be on the safe side, Pang Xiaofeng sent this photo to Chen Hao, asking him to check if there is any problem.

After receiving the photos, Chen Hao and the others didn't see the problem, but after all, Lei Mingyu had never been to the statue, let alone the coffin, so they didn't know if there was any change between them.

"I didn't hear too many strange noises before, and there is something wrong with Xiaofeng." Lei Mingyu frowned.

"Besides you and Xiaofeng, only Wang Fugui and Yu Chengmu have been to the mourning hall." Du Moyu also looked worried, "Yu Chengmu is not trustworthy, I suggest contacting Wang Fugui and ask him, Do you know those coffins?"

Chen Hao was a man of action, so he immediately dialed the phone number Jiang Cheng left behind.

But as soon as he called, he was hung up in seconds.

Call again, then hang up.

It wasn't until the third time that Chen Hao sent a message before getting through, but even so, the other end of the phone didn't speak, and he couldn't even hear the faint sound of breathing.

After a lot of tugging, Chen Hao finally added Jiang Cheng's WeChat, "Mr. Jiang, our people are in trouble in the mourning hall, please ask Mr. Wang if the coffin lid behind the mourning hall was lifted from the beginning ?”

"That's right, it was opened." Jiang Cheng replied, "And there are corpses in every coffin."

Now Chen Hao finally relaxed, and quickly replied to Pang Xiaofeng in the mourning hall.

"Wait." Standing aside, Du Moyu took Chen Hao's cell phone. After thinking about it, he sent the photo directly. When Chen Hao saw it, his face changed abruptly: "What are you doing? What are you doing like this? Let them misunderstand, and do you know if there is anything wrong with this photo, if there is something like a curse, wouldn't you kill them too?"

Du Moyu is used to writing supernatural novels, he has no feelings, he only needs his friends to survive.

Jiang Cheng was taken aback when he saw the photo, and before he could react, the fat man had already moved up, stared at the photo, and nodded his chin, "Doctor, that's right, that's what I saw, I... huh?" Fatty As if he noticed something strange, he frowned, and his face gradually moved closer to the screen, but in the next second, the fat man's pupils shrank sharply, and he took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng followed suit and stood up.

"Doctor!" Pointing at the screen tremblingly, the fat man turned pale, "Those corpses...these corpses are not right, the direction is wrong!"

"direction?"

"That's right! The corpse in the photo is the feet...the feet are facing the god statue, but I clearly remember that they should be facing the god statue!" Fatty's voice was trembling, "the corpse...the corpse turned around in the coffin!"

　In order to take care of the brothers today, I will add 600 words first, and I will add more tomorrow, thank you for your support!

　
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