Nightmare Attack

Chapter 258 The Ancient House
It can be seen that everyone is very interested in Fatty's self-introduction, and a truck driver who is not an orphan sounds like he is full of stories.

"Okay," An Xuan said with a sigh: "It seems that we should be the only ones on this mission. If everyone has no objections, let's go for a walk."

Seemingly thinking of something, An Xuan's expression became a little strange. He paused for a while and continued: "I had a brief exchange with the guys here before, and what they said would be rather strange."

It's okay not to say some things, but after saying this, everyone became curious.

"What's so strange?" someone asked.

"Well, the tone, the wording," An Xuan thought for a while, "and the logic of the writing, which are a bit different from what we've been in contact with before."

A group of people left the room and went downstairs along the stairs. The old wooden stairs made an embarrassing sound.

Contrary to what Tang Shirou, who blinked and looked around, imagined, the costumes worn by them did not arouse the curiosity of the people around them.

There are people coming and going around, and almost no one notices them, as if ignoring their existence.

"Guests," just a second before they were about to leave the store, a shrewd guy with a black rag on his shoulders blocked their way.

Several people looked at each other, and finally An Xuan asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

The clerk gave a flattering smile, and then said: "This morning, the housekeeper of Mr. Huang's house sent someone to come. At that time, all the guests were still awake, and they didn't dare to disturb them, so they ordered the younger ones to wait for the guests to wake up, and guide you to the house. way."

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Hearing that everyone's eyes have changed, it seems that the guy in front of him is the NPC in this mission, and his role is to stop them on the way out of the store and jump out to guide them to the next mission location.

"Master Huang," You Qi asked in a low voice, "Which Master Huang?"

"Guest officer, please don't make fun of me," the buddy lowered his posture, "In the whole town, besides Huang Dashan, Huang Dashan, is there another Huang Huang?"

An Xuan didn't talk nonsense, and after glancing outside the door, he said, "Please lead the way."

Following the guidance of the staff, the few people left the hotel, and just as they walked out, everything suddenly became clear, and there was a quaint town in front of them.

The streets are full of pedestrians in ancient costumes, and on both sides are shops, restaurants, hotels like the one just left, and small rice shop and cloth shops.

But most of them are scattered stalls on the street.

A candy seller pushing a wooden trolley got into an argument with a candied haws seller, surrounded by a circle of people to watch the fun, the two were dressed in much more dilapidated clothes than ordinary people, their faces were sallow and emaciated, as if they hadn’t had a full meal for a long time meal.

Such a town is paired with such a person, and the two echo each other, which is very suitable for the occasion.

Standing beside the fat man, Chen Qiang blinked slowly, looking at everything around him carefully, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.

"Song Dynasty." He said softly.

"What Song Dynasty?" Liao Zhi, a teacher with very good ears, muttered, "I think the ancient times are similar."

"It's not the same," Chen Qiang explained in a low voice: "The architectural style of the Song Dynasty is soft and unique. The ridges and corners of the roof tend to be raised, which is not as majestic as the style of the Tang Dynasty, and it is less rigid than the subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. A little nimble."

When it comes to this topic, Chen Qiang seems to be much bolder.

After hearing the words, everyone couldn't help looking at him in surprise.

"What major do you study?" Xia Meng asked suddenly.

"Architecture, the main direction is architectural history."

Straight across the street, they came to a large house. At this time, the door was closed, and none of the group had the intention of knocking on the door, so they could only walk around along the courtyard wall.

After walking another distance, everyone turned into a small alley, and there was a wooden door at the back of the alley.

The wooden door is not big, probably only big enough for two people to walk side by side.

From a distance, there were three people standing beside the wooden door.

One man and two women.

The man was about 40 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong and powerful, dressed in coarse linen and linen, with fierce eyes, standing beside the wooden door, like a door god.

The two women looked ordinary, and their expressions were not so rich. The older woman held a waving paper fan in her hand and didn't shake it, while the other stood there quietly, with empty eyes, as if she had lost her soul.

The change happened when a group of people walked in front of the three of them. The pupils of the three of them focused almost at the same time, looking at Jiang Cheng and the others together.

"Butler Zhou has been waiting for a long time," said the middle-aged woman with a paper fan, her eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd while speaking, "Doctors, please follow me."

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Everyone's eyes began to change, it seems that in this ancient copy, their identities are doctors.

Everyone remained calm, as the middle-aged woman walked into the house through the side door, the scenery changed constantly along the way, and the pavilions and waterside pavilions really opened everyone's eyes.

If it weren't for the atmosphere of the mission pressing down on him like a mountain, it would be a good opportunity to relax.

"arrive."

The middle-aged woman stopped, turned around and said: "I would like to trouble all the doctors to stay here first, the young master is still resting, and I will ask all the doctors to go to check the pulse later."

"Everything you use is in the wing room, and they are all placed according to your preferences. Someone will call you for dinner." After a pause, the woman continued with that dead face: "Master likes to be quiet, the house has always been deserted." , there are few rooms for people to live in, please stay in the wing room at night, and don't walk around, so as not to disturb everyone."

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she turned and left.

"Wait," An Xuan stretched out his hand, grabbed the woman's arm, and asked with a smile, "Where's Steward Zhou? We're new here, so don't keep the master waiting."

The middle-aged woman stared at An Xuan with a very strange look, without emotion, as if looking at a dead object.

As if bewildered, An Xuan smiled and let go of his hand.

"Butler Zhou is temporarily busy and can't come," the middle-aged woman said without any fluctuation, like an old repeater.

"That's really embarrassing and presumptuous."

After the middle-aged woman left, everyone began to look around. The location they were in was by a pond. It was said to be a pond, but the area was not too much compared to a smaller lake.

This shows how rich the owner of this mansion is.

This old man Huang is afraid that either he has engaged in some big business, or he was under the shadow of his ancestors, so he became an adjutant before he became unemployed.

This place is located in the depths of the old house, deep and secluded, only smelling the fragrance of flowers but not the singing of birds. In other words, even if what really happened here, the outside will not know.

"You were too reckless just now," the mature and prudent Qin Jian walked over, looking at An Xuan with half blame and half worry in her eyes, "Do you know who that woman is from?"

"It's all my fault, I was too impatient," An Xuan also apologized for his previous rash behavior.

　It's the end of the month, ask for a monthly ticket, thank you very much

　
(End of this chapter)