Nightmare Attack

Chapter 291
"How so?"

The strange things that happened to Shi Liao Zhi reappeared on Qin Jian's body at this moment.

None of the people before him came back.

The ones that came back. Only the boat that looked problematic.

The boat sailed quietly out of the mist, and there was no one on board.

Including the guy who called himself Hao Shuai.

He also disappeared.

The pupils were trembling uncontrollably, the stiff arms of the paper figurine began to bend, and the black-blue fingers protruded from under the sleeves little by little, with a few pieces of rotten and shapeless red nails inlaid on them.

At this moment, the nails were everted, and the swollen fingers that looked like mallets were constantly dripping with turbid and yellowish mucus. In Qin Jian's frightened corner of the eye, a sticky filament was pulled out in mid-air.

The stench invaded the nostrils, and Qin Jian felt that he was about to stop breathing.

The weight on his back continued to increase, and his neck also felt numb, and a wet, textured thing slowly slid along his neck.

Wet, rough, and with an inexplicable sticky feeling.

Almost immediately he realized what it was.

It's the tongue!
The ghost on his back is licking itself with its tongue.

His face was pale with fright, Qin Jian seemed to be about to die, he has lived to this day, and until now, he has experienced the real despair.

"Why?" Qin Jian struggled to turn his already stiff neck, the fear in his eyes was gradually overwhelmed by the deep resentment, "The way to survive? Where is the way to survive?!"

More than once, he had planned to shake off the ghost on his back and jump into the lake.

But until the end, he resisted life and death.

Because he knew that it was by no means the best choice.

There is only one real way out for him.

It's those few words!
The paper figurine behind him was getting heavier and heavier. This was real pressure. Not long ago, the weight of the paper figurine behind him had already exceeded the weight of an ordinary woman, and this feeling continued.

People who hanged to death are less serious than those who died by drowning. Qin Jian has heard people who are older than him talk about it.

The muscles of the whole body are exerting force, and the joints are gradually making a palpitating sound, as if they are about to break in the next second.

At the juncture of life and death, Qin Jian, who gritted his teeth fiercely, slowly calmed down.

"The drums sound at the third watch, the boats sail on the lake, and the funeral clothes travel at night, and the salary is in Yinshuang."

His eyes are red.

The sound of the third watch drum should be the beginning of the game, and the rules of the game also corresponded to the boat on the lake. The last two sentences are worthy of his deep thinking——

"The funeral dress travels at night, and the fortune is in Yinshuang."

The mortuary should be talking about himself, and he is the only one wearing a black mortuary among all the people.

Traveling at night is also easy to understand. Isn’t it night travel when sailing late at night?

But this lu is in silver frost
Just as Qin Jian gritted his teeth to resist the increasingly exaggerated pressure, he suddenly discovered that the surrounding fog suddenly thinned a lot, and then, on the lake more than ten meters away from him, a round of silvery full moon was reflected in the water.

Shaking his lips, Qin Jian's eyes lit up in an instant, "Lu is in Yinshuang. No, it's not Lu, it's Lu!" He burst into tears with excitement, "It's Lu in Yinshuang!"

This silver moon is the way to life!

He summoned up his last strength and stared fixedly at the moon in the water. After a while, the boat actually did as he wished, heading towards the moon reflected in the water.

The moment it passed the full moon, Qin Jian clearly felt the pressure on his back disappear.

The ghost. Disappeared.

"It's done!" Qin Jian knelt down on the boat all of a sudden, with a hysterical expression, snot and tears gushing out, "I don't need to die!"

"Survived."

At this moment, as the fog gradually dissipated, the remaining people on the shore could naturally see what happened on the lake, but unlike Qin Jian's joy of surviving the disaster, the only remaining fat man and Chen Qiang had surprisingly heavy expressions.

His throat rolled unnaturally, and he looked away from the moon in the water under Qin Jian's body. The fat man quietly raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The entire night sky was pitch black, like a pool of viscous stagnant water.

Let alone the moon, there is not even a single star.

Qin Jian died.

Died in front of You Qi, recalling the process of Qin Jian's death, You Qi, a man who looked at five big and three thick, can be described as trembling like chaff.

In fact, he was still shaking, and he was wrapped in a quilt with his whole body soaked, and he covered a cup of warm tea with both hands, as if he wanted to absorb the temperature of the tea to warm himself.

"Don't worry, just talk slowly, what happened to Qin Jian?" It was Shi Liao Zhi who spoke, his yellow hair was wet, especially at the bottom of his trousers, where water was still dripping.

An Xuan and Xia Meng sat on both sides of You Qi, sizing up You Qi with undisguised eyes, as if they wanted to dig out all the clues he had.

Jiang Cheng was sitting opposite You Qi, but he was calm and relaxed, in contrast to Liao Zhi, who was red-eyed.

Chen Qiang sat alone on the bed, keeping a certain distance from everyone.

The fat man wanted to huddle with the doctor, but after thinking about it, he huddled next to Zuo Jing, trying to cling to her to keep warm.

It seemed that he would be safe in a crowded place, and Yuqi gradually calmed down. He first licked his lips, and then asked in a tentative tone: "You guys have all encountered that kind of thing, right?"

In fact, there is no need to guess at this point, because everyone is wet, only Fatty and Chen Qiang who are behind Qin Jian are not.

Hearing the words teacher Liao Zhi trembled and said: "Stop talking, it's so evil, those brides are all ghosts!" He swallowed, his eyes frightened: "I don't know what happened in this house. What happened, so many brides died."

"Probably not." An Xuan answered after thinking for a while, his voice was very calm, giving a feeling that what he said was the truth: "It's just that no matter which paper bride we choose in the end, it will turn into a ghost on the way back."

"There should be only one ghost." He glanced at Shi Liao Zhi and continued.

An Xuan's speculation is relatively reliable, which can be felt from everyone's reaction.

If there are so many ghosts appearing in the dungeon at once, it would be too scary.

"You guys, do you still want to listen to me?" You Qi, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, asked.

"Say."

Through You Qi's recollection, they probably understood the process of Qin Jian's death. The bizarreness and horror in it have exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

"When I came back, I happened to meet Qin Jian. He looked very strange at that time." As if thinking of something, You Qi shrank back and continued: "He was walking by the lake alone, but he was very close to the lake. Nearly, the shoes seem to have stepped into the water."

"I subconsciously wanted to remind him to stay away from the water, but before I could say anything, I found out."

(End of this chapter)