Nightmare Attack

Chapter 268 Meaning
Hearing that everyone's footsteps stopped, You Qi's face suddenly changed, "The young master I saw was lying down."

After a while, the people who had settled down fell into panic again. After checking, a very scary scene appeared in front of everyone.

Young Master Huang's posture kept changing.

With the increase in the number of people entering, it showed an increasingly bizarre posture.

You Qi was the first one to go upstairs. The young master Huang he saw was lying flat on the bed.

Shi Liaozhi was the second one. The young master Huang he saw was lying on his stomach.

The third one was a woman named Zuo Jing. The answer she gave was that the young master Huang she saw was leaning on the side of the bed.

An Xuan is the fourth one, but he is hanging far behind the team with Tang Shirou who is unconscious on his back, Qin Jian is not far away from him.

Because Tang Shirou never woke up, she became the only one not wearing a costume.

And An Xuan also seemed to intend to reduce Tang Shirou's contact with other people, and firmly controlled her in his own hands.

No one chose to disturb them, and everyone turned their attention to Jiangcheng.

After all, what Xia Meng, who was ranked fifth, saw clearly. According to her, Young Master Huang had already sat up.

"He was half-squatting there," Jiang Cheng said, imitating it according to his memory, and saw that he bent his knees slightly and his upper body leaned forward, giving the impression that he was accumulating energy.

In particular, Jiang Cheng bared his teeth on his own initiative, filling everyone's imagination of the scene behind the curtain.

"Wow!" He suddenly took a step in the direction of Shi Liao Zhi, who seemed to be caught in some kind of imagination and his face was pale. The latter's hair stood on end in fright, and he almost cried out.

"Are you sick?" Teacher Liao Zhi said in a pitiful trembling voice, "If you weren't the last one to come out, I would have suspected that you were a ghost in disguise."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the last layer of window paper had been pierced. Everyone subconsciously looked at Qin Jian who was behind.

At this moment, his black shroud was shaking in the wind, looking so eye-catching.

Everyone's eyes became more exciting.

Before leaving, the middle-aged woman took away their original clothes, and now they can only bite the bullet, wearing this cumbersome and weird costume, it feels weird to walk.

In Jiang Cheng's words, it's just that the air leaks from time to time below.

He licked his face and asked Xia Meng if he also felt leaky, but was turned back by the latter's eyes, he patted his butt and turned to harass Zuo Jing.

It was almost noon when we got back to the place where we lived. Although the sun was shining brightly and made our bodies warm, when we thought about what happened before, everyone's faces were still quite solemn.

The middle-aged woman left her lunch in the pavilion and left.

Her pace looked slow, but her speed was very fast, giving off a strange feeling of flickering, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the direction in which the middle-aged woman disappeared, the fat man couldn't help swallowing secretly.

Walking along the lake, I came to the previous pavilion. Sure enough, all the previous meals were cleaned up, and a new table was replaced. The lunch was much richer than the breakfast.

In the middle is a fish.

There is still a bowl of good fish soup on the table and chopsticks of each person. When you touch it with your hand, the temperature is just right.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, the meticulousness of these servants in the Huang Mansion even gave him the feeling that he was still at home and the fat man was serving him.

The fish soup has a thick white texture and smells delicious.

"This fish soup smells so good," it was Tang Shirou who spoke. Not long ago, An Xuan somehow woke her up, and An Xuan helped her along the way.

The relationship between the two seemed to be very strong, and An Xuan whispered some advice to her from time to time, but she listened very carefully and nodded from time to time.

An Xuan smiled very gentlemanly, "Miss Tang, you are weak, it doesn't matter if you drink more fish soup," he said, and gently put his own bowl in front of Tang Shirou.

And with doting eyes, watching her drink it down.

Swallowing, the fat man stared at the fish soup in front of him without daring to move.

Although the fish soup is delicious, life is the most important thing in the end, and he once worked in a restaurant, he knows that this fish soup is too delicious.

It is the kind of delicacy that can impress people without tasting, just by smelling.

He glanced at the doctor secretly, and found that the doctor didn't touch the fish soup either.

Xia Meng was sitting opposite him. From his perspective, he could just see Xia Meng's gaze, Ruowu Ruowu glanced behind him, and behind him was a deep blue lake.

The fat man figured it out right away. I'm afraid everyone was worried that this fish was fished out of the lake.

"Ahem." Someone coughed twice.

Shi Liaozhi's hand that was stretched out to pick up the vegetables trembled, the chopsticks almost frightened him away, and he took them back in a desperate manner.

Don't blame him, after all, it was Qin Jian who was in a funeral uniform who was coughing, and he was sitting there with a solemn expression like a dead person.

No one answered, Qin Jian lowered his voice, and said to himself: "Everyone, I went to see a doctor for Young Master Huang today, did you find anything unusual?"

"Anomaly? You are the biggest anomaly, right?" Fatty thought in his heart, but his face was very cute.

Qin Jian's gaze swept across the crowd slowly, and it seemed that there was more to come.

"Old Mr. Qin," An Xuan put down his chopsticks, stared at him quietly, until the latter's eyes fell on him, and then continued, "Did you notice something?"

Throwing back the other party's question intact, this An Xuan has practiced Tai Chi very well.

Tapping the table with one finger, Qin Jian asked calmly, "Have you heard of "Jiao Hong Ji"?"

"Old man, what do you mean?" Tang Shirou asked, blinking after drinking two bowls of fish soup.

"You mean the opera sung by that young master Huang just now?" You Qi's voice was muffled.

"Exactly."

"Then why didn't you say it before?" Zuo Jing's voice seemed a bit abrupt, and she stared at Qin Jian's eyes without hesitation, "We also heard the opera singing last night, why didn't you say it this morning, you have to wait until now?"

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense. Is she tired of talking to a guy who is very likely to be a ghost?

Almost subconsciously, Shi Liao Zhi, who was huddled beside her, immediately distanced herself from her, lest it would harm Chi Yu.

"Last night's singing was too illusory. I only heard it as familiar, but I wasn't sure. It wasn't until just now, after close contact, that I fully understood the lyrics, and I was sure that what Young Master Huang sang was "Jiao Hong Ji." Qin Qin Jane's answer was impeccable.

""Jiao Hong Ji" sounds like a story," Xia Meng said along the way: "Please trouble old Mr. Qin to explain the meaning of it to us juniors."

　Thank you Banana Wolf for also eating lamb’s rewards. Tonight there will be more haha, sprinkle flowers
　
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