Nightmare Attack

Chapter 278
Jiang Cheng was sleepy, apparently still in a transitional state between sleeping and waking, "What's wrong?"

"Tang Shirou found it!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes opened immediately.

The backyard of the yellow house.

To be more specific, it was the remote yard they went to last night.

A bright red sedan chair is located in the middle of the yard.

It was bright red, as if it had just been fished out of a pool soaked in blood.

"When did you find out?" Qin Jian frowned and looked at Liao Zhi, the teacher who told him the information.

In the early morning, Shi Liao Zhi came to knock on the door and told them the news.

"I don't know." Shi Liao Zhi swallowed, his eyes kept wandering on the bright red sedan chair, the fear in his eyes couldn't be hidden, "It was the middle-aged woman who came to inform us."

But they looked around, and there was no one in the Huang Mansion.

Not even one to explain, or to lead the way.

It's a hell of a place.

It is really a paper sedan chair made of white paper.

The dragons and phoenixes are depicted on it, which really looks a bit different, and the weirdest thing is the four paper figurines standing around the sedan chair.

Bright red paper clothes, green melon hats, the paper people's eyebrows and eyes are protruding, and their waists and limbs are twisting violently.

Two plain white paper lanterns were held in the hands of the two leading paper figurines.

Weird and extraordinary.

The bright red blood soaked the white paper sedan chair. Xia Meng sniffed the tip of her nose, and a sweet smell flooded her nostrils. It's not like she hasn't smelled blood before.

The sand under the paper sedan chair has been stained red with blood, making people wonder what kind of scene it is inside.

An Xuan took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Liao Zhi, "What did that middle-aged woman say?"

"She said that the person we disappeared is in the abandoned Huangzhai," Shi Liaozhi replied in a low voice.

"that's it?"

Shi Liao Zhi nodded, "That's all."

"How did that middle-aged woman know that one of us was missing last night?" Xia Meng asked.

The question she raised was what everyone wanted to know, and judging from the appearance of the paper sedan chair, no one should have opened it, otherwise the sedan chair soaked in blood should have broken down long ago.

"What are you talking about, you'll know if you don't see it."

It was You Qi who was talking, he seemed to dislike standing here very much, this sedan chair was nothing more than this courtyard and the lake.

There's weirdness everywhere.

"Who's going?" Zuo Jing sneered, "You going?"

You Qi swallowed, and bravely returned: "I'll go if I go," he paused, and then said again: "But the ugly words can be said first, if there is something in it."

"It's all yours." Jiang Cheng urged, "Go now."

Youqi glanced at the crowd, and slowly leaned over. As the distance got closer, the inexplicable panic became more and more intense. He made up his mind, picked up a stone on the ground, and moved towards it before everyone had time to dissuade him. The sedan chair was lost.

There was no sound of paper being torn apart, and the whole sedan chair seemed to have reached the limit of its carrying capacity, and it split apart. The next second, a bride in red and hijab appeared in front of everyone.

She sat upright on the wooden chair in the sedan chair, with her hands tucked into her cuffs and placed flat on her knees.

He looked very dignified.

But at this moment, what everyone felt was not the feeling of a lady from a famous family, but a chill to the bone. This should be the missing Tang Shirou.

No one expected her to survive, but
"Look at her clothes!"

I don't know who yelled, and then everyone noticed that the bride was wearing the red costume that was hung in the middle of Young Master Huang's attic yesterday!
Because it was soaked in blood, no one noticed at first.

A gust of wind blows off the red hijab on the bride's head, and under the hijab is a
No, not one!
It's a, it's a skeleton face with the skin shaved off.

The corpse shook slightly, and the hands slipped down the cuffs. The original white hands were bloody and bloody, and the white finger bones were even exposed in some places.

"Where's her skin?!"

At this moment, Tang Shirou only has a complete skeleton and the flesh and blood on the skeleton.

Her skin is gone.

"No. Those who don't wear costumes don't have skin!" Shi Liao Zhi seemed to realize something, and shouted: "This costume... this costume is our skin!"

In the next second, everyone was staring nervously at the costumes they were wearing, and no one would complain that the costumes were uncomfortable and wanted to take them off.

After all, the bloody example is right in front of you.

Because she fainted, Tang Shirou didn't put on this bright red costume until she died.

And the price is. Use your own skin in exchange.

In the early morning, because of Tang Shirou's relationship, everyone was not in the mood to eat breakfast, and they just sat around the table in the pavilion when they went.

Horror scenes lingered in my mind, and some people felt nauseous from time to time.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

There was a crisp but mechanical sound of footsteps, from far to near.

The fat man who was feeling sick looked up and found that the middle-aged woman from before was coming, followed by a younger woman who seemed to be the one who greeted them at the door before.

But he couldn't be sure.

"Master Huang thanked all the doctors for their cooperation last night. The performance was very successful." The middle-aged woman's eyes were empty, and she seemed to have no focus. She seemed to be just going through the motions.

The younger woman is carrying a food box. The food box looks big and should be heavy. She is holding it with both hands, and it looks like she is struggling, but her expression is still the same as before.

"To thank you doctors for your cooperation. The young master ordered me to add another dish for you." The middle-aged woman stepped aside slightly.

The young woman came up with an indifferent face, and put the food box on the table with a "bang", with such strength that the table shook a few times.

Everyone's faces became unnatural.

Shi Liaozhi stared at the two women nervously, and even had the thought in his mind, maybe all the people in Huang's house have problems, and they... don't want to act any more, and are going to have a showdown.

An Xuan slowly picked up a wine bottle on the edge of the table, and then quietly held it in his hand. Just as he was about to wait for the situation to change, he smashed the wine bottle and inserted the sharp fragment directly into the woman's neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something flickering around him.

Looking along, he suddenly saw where Jiang Cheng was sitting.

He held a wine bottle in each hand, the light just now was the glint of the glazed wine bottle.

After realizing that An Xuan was looking at him, Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, nodded at the former, and showed a warm smile.

And the fat man, An Xuan, who was sitting next to him, unconsciously rolled his throat, and he saw that the other party was holding a jar the size of a volleyball in both hands hidden under the table.

　The third watch is over, good night brothers, vote for the monthly ticket, thank you all!
　
(End of this chapter)