Nightmare Attack

Chapter 262
Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng, who was still in bed, was woken up by the fat man. Xia Meng took advantage of Jiang Cheng's time to sit up and wake up, and went to catch up on half an hour of sleep.

When the sun rose completely, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near outside the door. Because the deep house was secluded, the footsteps were very clear.

"Doctors," the voice of the woman who led the way yesterday came from outside the door, "please come out and have breakfast."

When Jiang Cheng opened the door furtively, there was indeed the middle-aged woman standing outside the door, but the woman was still holding that dead face, like an extra who got off work late and didn't get a lunch box.

At this time, the people in Jiangcheng saw that the people in the other two rooms had also come out, gathered together, looked at them, and seemed to be whispering something.

The people in Jiangcheng were relieved, and they felt an uneasy atmosphere from their teammates, which meant that they had also heard the weird singing voice last night.

It wasn't just my own group who heard it.

This is very important.

The middle-aged woman led them around the lake for a certain distance, and a bluestone road meandered to a pavilion on the lake.

The pavilion was not deep into the lake, only about a dozen meters away from the shore. When they first arrived yesterday, they also noticed this quiet pavilion.

There is a wooden square table in the pavilion, with exquisite dishes, drinks and pastries on it, and a circle of chairs with backrests around the square table.

When everyone was seated, the woman stood on the shore about ten meters away behind them, staring at this with a pair of indescribable eyes, as if she wanted to remember all these people in her heart.

The dishes are very delicious, but under such sight, how could one be in the mood to eat them.

Everyone looked at each other, taking advantage of the opportunity to eat, whispered about what happened last night.

Sure enough, everyone heard the ethereal singing, but what Fatty didn't expect was that
"You said there were people dancing on the lake?" It was Zuo Jing who spoke, she didn't deliberately suppress her voice, she acted a little abruptly.

I don't know if she was frightened by Zuo Jing's sudden tone, or if she hasn't recovered from the fright of last night, in short, Tang Shirou's face, which was already trembling, became paler at this moment, as if the color had faded.

"Yes, yes," she said through gritted teeth, "After I heard the sound last night, I looked out curiously, and it turned out that I saw a figure dancing on the lake."

Tang Shirou's tongue was trembling as she probably recalled the weird scene at that time.

The fat man subconsciously looked at An Xuan, but found that the latter was lowering his head, slowly eating the dishes on the plate, and there was a bowl of steaming soup beside the plate.

"What kind of figure?" Xia Meng asked.

"I don't know," Tang Shirou shook her head, "I really don't know, there is fog outside, I only see a vague figure, but it should be a woman."

"Human figure. Human figure is very thin, looks very thin." She hastily added.

Everyone heard the singing last night, and they fully understood Tang Shirou's fear at the moment, and there was already a trace of imperceptible pity in the eyes they looked at Tang Shirou intentionally or unintentionally.

As a rookie, her mission is over.

Although the first to see a ghost does not necessarily mean the first to die, but the possibility should be the greatest, and according to her description, I'm afraid there is a story about this ghost.
"Doctors," a ghostly voice suddenly came from not far away, and everyone immediately looked to the shore, where the middle-aged woman was standing there, her posture unchanged.

"Please come with me after dinner," her voice was flat and cold, "Butler Zhou is still waiting for you, saying that he has something to explain."

After following the middle-aged woman, they walked a considerable distance. After about 10 minutes, they stopped in a larger courtyard, which was obviously much more grand than the place where they lived.

In the courtyard, three people had already stopped here.

The leader was a short, middle-aged man, with small eyes squinted slightly, hooked nose, mustache, narrow and long face, which was very characteristic, but his clothes were obviously much more gorgeous than the few people in the same group.

The middle-aged man was followed by another younger woman and a door god-like vicious man whom he had just seen yesterday.

"This person should be Steward Zhou. Everyone, pay attention to his every word and movement." When he was still some distance away from the middle-aged man, the mature and prudent Qin Jian said in a low voice.

Just like yesterday, a group of people stood slowly in front of everyone, without any emotion on their faces.

"My surname is Zhou. I am the housekeeper of Mr. Huang's family. I will be responsible for all the food and clothing of the doctors here." This housekeeper Zhou's facial muscles were stiff, and he exuded a strange aura around him.

Steward Zhou ignored everyone's reactions, and then continued on his own. From his mouth, everyone probably understood the time and background of the mission.

Chen Qiang was right, this is indeed the Song Dynasty.

The owner of this house, surnamed Huang, used to be a well-known local tea merchant. After earning enough money, he donated a miscellaneous official, and then stayed at home to spend his days leisurely.

Because of his kindness and willingness to help the poor, he got the title of Huang Dashan, which belongs to the category with a good reputation in the local area.

But good people never get rewarded, Master Huang's only son suffered from a rare kind of madness, he was crazy all day long, locked himself in the attic, no one was seen, and
Speaking of this, Steward Zhou suddenly paused, then raised his head, and looked at them one by one with a strange look, and everyone who was caught by his gaze had a strange feeling of being penetrated.

"Did you hear any strange noises last night?" Steward Zhou asked suddenly.

"No," An Xuan answered the question on behalf of everyone. He nodded slightly and said very naturally, "We were all tired yesterday, so we went to bed early."

After hearing this answer, Steward Zhou's mouth suddenly turned up, and his slightly narrowed eyes became more and more elusive, "That's right," he suddenly smiled, "If you didn't disturb the rest of the doctors, it would be the last thing to do." good."

"Butler Zhou, what are you talking about?" An Xuan blinked in confusion, "What disturbed our rest?"

Coupled with that elegant appearance, An Xuan belongs to the type of person who is very easy to gain the favor and even trust of others.

Of course, it's only for people like Tang Shirou, and it's useless for people like Jiang Cheng Xia Meng.

But for some reason, Butler Zhou actually explained it: "Since suffering from madness, the young master has a very weird hobby." He stared at An Xuan, and said slowly: "He only comes out at night to sing operas on the lake. "

　It's fun to start scaring you again

　
(End of this chapter)