Nightmare Attack

The waiter still kept his last movements standing in front of them, his eyes lost their brilliance.

All this happened in silence, but it was this weird atmosphere that made Zhou Ze feel more suffocated. The pressure these two weirdos brought to him was far more intense than Xue Jialai's.

No. 13 shook the wine glass in his hand, and didn't bother to pay attention to the waiter who was dismembered by No. 2. His eyes slowly swept across the bar, looking for the source of this supernatural incident.

Here is a disciple who is out of control.

Finding people is not No. 2's strength. He is used to solving problems in a more direct way, just like treating this enthusiastic waiter. No. 2 raised his head and drank all the wine in his glass, "How is it?" Then he looked at No. 13 .

No. 13 frowned slightly, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face, "I can feel that guy's breath, it's right here, but I can't determine its location."

After a moment of silence, as if he had made up his mind, No. 13 took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, and No. 2 grabbed a chair and placed it in front of No. 13.

He put his hands together, held the poker card for a few seconds, and threw the card on the chair. No. 13 used a lot of strength, but not a single card fell to the ground.

The next second, Zhou Ze's hair-raising scene appeared. A white glove appeared out of thin air on the boy's outstretched left hand, and the playing cards on the chair began to move in a strange state under the operation of this hand. The cards shuffled over and turned over, and in the end there was only one card left behind.

Turn the cards over and arrange them neatly around the last card.

Zhou Ze subconsciously counted the number of cards that were turned over. There were 52 real cards and 2 second cards.

54 in total.

Zhou Ze immediately realized that the card that was upside down on the chair was an extra one and did not belong to any of the cards in this set. He began to wonder what was on this card.

But he didn't notice that after the appearance of the white gloves, the boy Tong Kong not far from him gradually spread, and the whole person showed a strange posture, as if he was dying.

Slowly, the white glove turned over the last card.

For a moment, Zhou Ze's face froze. The card was a guy dressed as a clown, which was more terrifying and grotesque than any clown image he had seen before.

And...and the Joker wears the same white glove on his right hand, but his left is bare.

A ridiculous guess emerged from Zhou Ze's mind, "Could it be... Could the white glove on his left hand be stolen from the clown's hand?"

The clown on the card stared at the outside with resentment. In the next second, his body actually wriggled strangely, and then he stretched out his left hand. In Zhou Ze's incredible eyes, one hand came out of the card and grabbed the boy's head. Wrist, as if to pull him into a card.

This absurd and bizarre scene was actually being staged in front of his eyes, and Zhou Ze even suspected that he had crossed into the movie.

But when he came back to his senses, everything was business as usual.

The playing cards were quietly placed on the chair, the last card was still upside down, the boy was panting heavily, his arms shaking slightly.

If Zhou Ze could observe more carefully, then he would find that the boy's shattered cuff just covered his left wrist, and at this moment there were several deep marks on his slender wrist, and the marks were clearly marked with five fingers.

After No. 13 was out of breath, No. 2 lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?"

"There is more than one here, there are things here!" No. 13 looked at No. 2, "Besides you and the out-of-control disciple, there is another guy hiding here! Here are 3 S-classes!"

No. 2's eyes paused slightly, "It's the night watchman, and they also sent someone here."

No. 13 nodded and looked around with a little more vigilance. The situation was worse than expected. If only one disciple was out of control, he and No. 2 would still have a chance to limit it, but there is another hidden in the dark. At S-rank, this matter is troublesome.

Who would have thought that 3 S-classes could be squeezed into this not-so-famous bar, and what he was most worried about was what the guy in the dark would do when he and No. 2 teamed up to deal with the runaway disciples things come out.

"Huh?" No. 13 suddenly looked at his left hand, the white glove actually appeared again, and the playing cards spread on the chair began to shake for no reason.

No. 13 stared at the last card, opened his mouth slightly, and panic appeared on his face, "Someone is here, the new S-rank, better than all of you!"

No. 2 heard the words and pulled up No. 13 and left immediately, "I can't stay any longer, I'll take you out first."

Seeing the two benefactors, they left in a hurry, without caring about him at all. Zhou Ze jumped up from the chair and chased after him, "Benefactors, benefactors, wait for me, take me with you!"

In the Kangman Bar, the corridor where Jiang Lei and the others came in was dimly lit.

A fleshy hand swayed in front of a face with a stiff face. After a while, the fat man swallowed, turned his head and whispered to Jiang Cheng who was beside him, "Doctor, you are really amazing. Well, he really can't see us."

Jiang Cheng looked at the waiter who looked like a statue in front of him. He was sure that the waiter had died and was now assimilated as part of this supernatural event.

He often came to the Conman Bar, but he never knew that there was a passage under his feet. He looked towards the end of the road. The road was very deep, as if it led to another world.

"Fatty, give me your hand." Jiang Cheng said seriously.

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng because he didn't know, and then raised his left hand. Jiang Cheng pulled Fatty's wrist with his hand, then lifted it up, and slapped the smiling waiter with Fatty's hand in a lightning-fast manner.

The touch on the waiter's face was very cold, which reminded the fat man of the corpse in the morgue, but before he could be afraid, he found that the expression on the waiter's face had changed, becoming even more frightened than he was, and the waiter was facing backwards. He jumped a step, leaned his back against the wall, covered his right face with his right hand, and looked around with a pair of fearful eyes, "Who? Who hit me so much?"

Jiang Cheng finally felt relieved at this moment, smiled at the strange fat man with wide eyes and said, "Now don't worry, the people here can't see us or hear us."

"Because we are entangled in the bus, ordinary supernatural events can't affect us."

"It doesn't seem like this kind of doctor." Fatty looked at the waiter, and he found that the waiter's originally empty eyes gradually focused, but instead of looking at him and Jiang Cheng, he was looking at their shadows on the wall.

To be precise, it is the shadow of Jiangcheng.

In the next instant, before the waiter was ready to respond, a knife was handed out from behind him, pinning the waiter's shadow on the wall.