Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1085
"There is a corresponding paper figurine near the corpse. The paper figurine has a head but no face. You need to draw a corpse face for the paper figurine."

Sure enough, it was the corpse painter who couldn't help but change their faces when he heard the words.

Chen Hao stabilized his mind and asked in a low voice: "Is there any explanation for this?"

The watchman slowly turned his head, staring at Chen Hao with lifeless eyes, "The soul has been wandering outside for too long, and needs a new body."

"The paper figurines will be handed over to the relatives or friends of the dead bodies. If the people most trusted by the dead bodies are willing to accept them, then your mission will be considered complete."

Everyone understood, that is, the paper figurines painted by them need to be satisfied by the family members of the deceased.

In other words, the face that needs to be drawn is extremely close to the face of the corpse.

"But we are corpse hunters, and we are not familiar with drawing faces for paper dolls." Zhang Junyu expressed everyone's concerns.

The watchman showed a strange smile when he heard it, "Everyone just do their best, everything will be decided by God."

After speaking, the watchman stopped dawdling and took out a small black box from his sleeve. When he opened it, there were bamboo sticks inside.

After some screening, the task list for tonight was decided.

The first is Zhang Junyu, the second is Lei Mingyu, the third is A Biao, and Wang Fugui is the fourth.

A Biao looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, and cast his gaze at Fatty with ill intentions. He failed to attack Jiangcheng last time, which indirectly led to Zhou Qing's tragic death. This time, he must seize the opportunity.

"Okay, you guys go back and prepare. In the middle of the night, the sound of the clapper will be used as a sign, and the first person among you can set off."

Just when everyone thought that the watchman was about to leave as usual after finishing his explanation, the watchman paused and said suddenly: "If there is an accident during the face painting, I will ring the clapper again. Remember, when you hear the clapper Sound, the second person can go."

This rule had never existed before, and it represented a brand new beginning. Zhang Junyu looked at Yu Chengmu with some admiration, and the latter's speculation was becoming reality step by step.

Yu Chengmu once told him that he was worried that the mission rules would change, and even kill everyone involved in the mission at once.

At that time, Zhang Junyu thought that Yu Chengmu was worrying too much. After all, judging from the previous missions, the mission would end with the appearance of victims.

But this time is different!The watchman personally said that if someone had an accident during the task, the next person would have to continue to complete the task after hearing the sound of the clapper.

In other words, no matter how many people die, the task must be completed.

According to this rule, under extreme conditions, it is possible for all four people participating in the mission tonight to be wiped out.

What Zhang Junyu could think of, other people present also thought of it, and the dark faces were full of fear and anxiety.

The watchman seemed very satisfied with the reaction of these people, turned around shaking, took one step at a time, strode his legs stiffly, and left.

"The astrology is not good tonight, it is not suitable to go out, it will rain on the 4th day, and it will rain on the 4th day!"

The warden's hoarse voice carried a strange rhythm, floating from not far away, and it was extremely clear.

Back in the room, the fat man sat nervously by the table, holding the teacup with both hands. Even though he deliberately controlled himself not to be too nervous, the ripples on the surface of the teacup still betrayed him.

Drawing faces for paper figurines sounds unreliable. If you change to a doctor, you may still have a chance. He has seen the doctor's painter before, but he...
"Don't be nervous." Jiang Cheng comforted: "You are the last one, maybe it won't be your turn at all."

What he said was a bit perfunctory. It could be seen that Jiang Cheng himself didn't believe it.

Accompanied by the first sound of clappers, the 3rd watch arrived. Zhang Junyu took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the vast night.

All the way to the east, the distance of the ancestral hall is farther than imagined.

It was not until I left the village and walked for more than 10 minutes that I found a building with a strange shape under a remote slope.

There is a faint light coming out of it.

After approaching, Zhang Junyu saw that there was a stone gate made of white stones outside the building.

In the darkness, Zhang Junyu vaguely saw a few words written on the stone gate.

He tried his best to look, but couldn't see clearly at all. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed by. When Zhang Junyu saw the words on the stone gate clearly, his whole head buzzed.

Wu's ancestral hall.

He subconsciously determined that this was the ancestral hall of the Wu family who used to live in the Wu family mansion.

The task actually required him to come to such a place in the middle of the night alone.

Thinking about this mission in his mind, Zhang Junyu became more and more wrong. With fear and doubts, Zhang Junyu bit the bullet and pushed open the gate of Wu's ancestral hall.

The first thing you see when you enter the door is the densely packed spiritual seats, which cost dozens of yuan.

Incense is offered in front of the spiritual tablet, and there are also offerings.

Zhang Junyu knelt down in front of the spirit seat in a very sensible way, and worshiped reverently, "Seniors, it is really helpless for the junior to disturb you tonight, and I hope the seniors will forgive me."

"The junior leaves immediately after finishing his work, senior forgive me, forgive me."

After the worship, Zhang Junyu didn't dare to waste any more time, and immediately set off to search in the ancestral hall. Soon, he found the mission location behind the ancestral hall.

White burlap separates 4 areas marked with corresponding numbers.

Lifting the white cloth of the first compartment, what came into view was a corpse with a paper figure lying beside it.

The head of the paper figurine is bald, without facial features or hair, just as the watchman said, it has a head but no face.

A white candle was burning faintly, emitting a half-dead light. The candlelight reflected on the face of the corpse, giving the impression that it could come alive at any time.

A censer was placed in front of the corpse, with only burnt incense ash left in it.

Zhang Junyu had also seen the big scene, and he calmed down after a few breaths. He walked forward, didn't dare to touch the corpse, just observed.

The corpse was a man, about 40 years old. It could be seen that he had been dead for a while, and a rotting corpse smell stimulated Zhang Junyu's nasal cavity.

Along the edge of the wooden shelf where the corpse was placed, there was still a sticky liquid dripping.

What's even more frightening is that the corpse's eyes were open, the pupils collapsed, staring blankly at the ceiling, and the mouth was slightly opened, as if there was something to say.

But Zhang Junyu was not a relative of the corpse, he just hoped that the corpse would lie quietly, don't talk, let alone move, and don't bother him to draw the face for the paper figurine.

The paints for painting the face are all ready, and they are placed on the ground. There are several small plates, which are filled with paints of different colors.

Although the watchman didn't give everyone a time limit, Zhang Junyu didn't dare to neglect. He recalled what the watchman said, and Yu Chengmu's explanation before leaving, and began to write.

The first stroke is to draw the eyebrows on the paper figurine.

(End of this chapter)