Nightmare Attack

Chapter 279 Companion
"What. What dish?" You Qi was the closest, staring at the huge food box on the table, his seemingly strong body trembling uncontrollably.

Relatively speaking, as a newcomer, although Chen Qiang looked pale, he was steady after all.

He pursed his lips, looked at the food box on the table, and said nothing.

No one answered You Qi's question. More precisely, they ignored him. The young woman with an indifferent face seemed to only understand the words of a middle-aged woman.

"squeak--"

The lid of the box was slowly lifted, and strands of blue veins appeared on the young woman's forehead. It was conceivable how difficult it was to open the lid, and she needed two hands to barely lift it.

After seeing the contents of the food box clearly, everyone's expressions changed, and after a while, the back of their heads felt cold.

Inside are bowls of blood!

But it wasn't the kind of bright red blood, but brownish, in pieces, like tofu.

There are 9 bowls in total, 4 in the front and 5 in the back, arranged closely together.

"Drink it while it's hot." The middle-aged woman's voice didn't fluctuate at all, "Young master is addicted to drama, and I know that using this thing is the best way to regulate your throat."

"The young master cooked this specially for the doctors. I hope you will not disappoint his kindness." The middle-aged woman stared at everyone coldly.

Seeing the bowls of blood, everyone couldn't help but think of the tragedy they saw just now.

Tang Shirou was skinned, her whole body was bloody.

The snow-white paper sedan chair was soaked in blood, and the bottom of the sedan chair was still dripping with blood.

And now.
"Hey." Shi Liao Zhi swallowed hard, and bowls of steamed blood appeared in front of them.

The origin of the blood is almost certain.

This is Tang Shirou's blood.

Seeing that no one moved, the middle-aged woman began to have dissatisfaction on her face.

She roughly pushed away the young woman who was in the way, reached out and took out a bowl from the food box, and placed it directly in front of You Qi.

"Eat." The middle-aged woman showed a ferocious face, and raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, "This is the kindness of the young master, how can you live up to the kindness of the young master!"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She seemed to really feel that these doctors had failed her young master's kindness from the bottom of her heart.

Poor You Qi couldn't express his suffering, he looked at everyone with eyes for help.

"Brother You." Looking at You Qi, Qin Jian persuaded in a very pitiful and low voice: "Either...or you should taste a little first, otherwise"

He gestured to the middle-aged woman standing beside him with his eyes, obviously reminding him.

If he doesn't eat, I'm afraid the end will be very bad.

Under everyone's gaze, Youqi picked up the spoon, dug a small piece tremblingly, and then slowly put it into his mouth, with an expression more painful than eating poison.

"How is it?" Shi Liao Zhi was the first to ask.

"No." You Qi raised his head suddenly, his face filled with the joy of the rest of his life, "No, it's not a person." When he said this, he stopped immediately, and then changed his words: "It's duck blood, it's Duck blood!!"

Duck blood?
Everyone put their hearts back a little bit.

Next, at the behest of the middle-aged woman, the young woman carried a huge food box and walked around the table. Everyone reached out for a bowl of duck blood.

The middle-aged woman was like a conscientious keeper in a zoo, staring and patrolling back and forth, until everyone had eaten all the duck blood in the bowl, then she grinned and left contentedly.

The young woman followed behind her, step by step, like a puppet.

Before leaving, the middle-aged woman explained that there was no arrangement in the morning, and they could move freely in the house, but they should not go too far to avoid any trouble.

As for the trouble, the middle-aged woman didn't say anything, and everyone agreed without asking.

In the afternoon, I don't know if I will be called to see a doctor for Young Master Huang, so I have to come back before noon.

According to the time estimate of this world, they probably still have more than an hour.

It's not long, it's not short.

After the figures of the two middle-aged women disappeared completely, everyone got together again and began to discuss the next step.

The dungeon was so weird that it was beyond imagination. Everyone decided to use the daytime to search for clues. After all, according to what the middle-aged woman said before, Young Master Huang didn't go out during the day and only came to sing on the lake at night.

"The abandoned house where the sedan chair was parked, the stage, and the residence of Young Master Huang." Looking up, An Xuan continued: "There may be clues in these places, I'm afraid we have to look for them one by one."

"There are also these servants in the Huangfu." Xia Meng looked at the direction where the middle-aged woman disappeared, and added: "They are also very strange."

"A total of four places." Chen Qiang said: "Check one by one, I'm afraid there will be too little time."

An Xuan turned his head, looked at him and said, "Actually, there are not four places, but three places. The distance between the abandoned house and the stage is acceptable. If you hurry up, there will be enough time to go back and forth."

Time was running out, and everyone stopped greeting, because it was Xia Meng who brought up the problem with the servants of Huang's mansion, so the three of them first followed the direction where the middle-aged woman disappeared.

Logically speaking, Tang Shirou died, and there were two wing rooms left in a group of three, which happened to be in charge of one direction.

But at this moment, everyone had a disagreement on going to the target.

An Xuan wanted to go to Master Huang's residence to see what happened, but You Qi clearly objected.

Although Qin Jian didn't speak, his expression had already betrayed him. He was targeted there, and he didn't have such a big heart to let him go back.

Moreover, the way he looked at An Xuan had some subtle changes, Tang Shirou was dead, and An Xuan's hands. But there is no substitute for the dead.

"Mr. An." Qin Jian said suddenly, "I vaguely saw something strange near the stage last night." His tone and expression were very serious, "I want to go back and make sure."

An Xuan raised his eyes, his eyes were full of playfulness, and after a while, he said, "Since old Mr. Qin has his own ideas, how can I force others to make things difficult for me."

Qin Jian's face didn't change.

"It's just not suitable for me to go alone?" After a while, An Xuan turned to look at the three people in Zuo Jing's group, the meaning was self-evident.

Everyone knows that there is nothing wrong with An Xuan's choice of place. As Young Master Huang's residence, it is only natural that there are hidden clues. It is strange that there are no clues.

But...the dangers there are also obvious.

After all, it is almost certain that Young Master Huang is a ghost, and without permission, going to Young Master Huang's residence for a stroll is probably the same as visiting a house of horrors, the kind that really has ghosts.

The most important thing is to be with a person who has a ghost in his heart.

Everyone can see An Xuan's actions, so blatantly tying the newcomer to his side, the distrust of this person also accounts for a large part.

Walking with him is probably tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

"I'll go with you." Suddenly someone said.

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