Nightmare Attack

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Following the direction of the water, Yu Chengmu finally stopped in front of the very thick white candle.

It is the one that the more people focus on explaining.

"winter--"

The bell rang again, but this time, Jiang Cheng stared at the phone with a strange expression on his face, then stood up, walked quickly towards the door, and looked out through the crack of the door.

Fatty couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, what did you find?"

"The time doesn't match." Jiang Cheng didn't turn his head and said, "It took you about half an hour to strike the bell twice, and the second Lei Mingyu was about the same, but Yu Chengmu's time interval was 44 minutes."

"So long?" Fatty was a little surprised, and quickly explained after recalling: "I have observed the incense, and each one is similar. There is no reason why Yu Chengmu's incense burns longer than ours."

"Well, so what did he do alone in the mourning hall in the extra time?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at Fatty, with a worried look on his face.

"winter--"

Another bell rang.

Pang Xiaofeng stepped into the door of the mourning hall. His footsteps were vain, and he looked around nervously. After Lei Mingyu went back, he had briefly explained the layout of the mourning hall to him. Fortunately, there was no major problem.

He took a deep breath and prepared to follow what Lei Mingyu said. After lighting the incense, he would sit in front of the incense burner, and he would not listen, watch, or ignore anything he encountered.

That's right, that's it!

Tremblingly, he lit the incense on the thickest candle, then inserted it into the incense burner, and Pang Xiaofeng started the meditation mode.

At this moment, he couldn't calm down in his mind. When he came here just now, he bumped into Yu Chengmu. Chen Hao explained that this old guy was not easy to deal with, so he didn't even bother to say hello.

What's weird is that when passing by him, Yu Chengmu stared at him stubbornly, and a strange smile appeared on the old face like withered bark.

Recalling that smile, Pang Xiaofeng couldn't help shivering.

"Yu Chengmu won't be replaced by ghosts, right?" Pang Xiaofeng had such a thought in his heart. He didn't have much experience. The strange things in these tasks were all told to him by Chen Hao and the others. It was a surprise training.

He slowly reached into his pocket and grabbed the phone. If he really encountered some strange things that he couldn't solve or couldn't understand, he would ask Chen Hao and the others for help.

Although Chen Hao had reminded him that the person opposite the phone was not necessarily a person.

Thinking of this, he touched the depths of his pocket again. After he touched a small hard object, the heart he was holding relaxed a little. .

"crunch-"

A strange sound instantly pulled him back to reality, Pang Xiaofeng swallowed and lowered his head lower, as if as long as he didn't look around, those messy things wouldn't come to him.

"crunch-"

"crunch-"

The sound came one after another, like the sound of several people lining up and walking on the floor that was soaked in water.

Pang Xiaofeng's heart twitched, he didn't understand why such a terrifying picture appeared in his mind, he raised his head one after another, and the voice came from behind the white curtain.

Lei Mingyu went back and told him that he also heard the strange noise, but Pang Xiaofeng clearly remembered that he said only one sound, and after he ignored it, there was no more.

But...why is it my turn, the strange noise keeps ringing, as if he won't stop until he goes over!

Pang Xiaofeng was frightened, because he heard that the sound gradually changed into a wet rubbing sound, like the feeling of shoes that have been soaked for an unknown period of time slowly rubbing forward on the ground.

And it's getting closer!

He really wanted to turn around and run, ran out of the mourning hall, and ran back to the wing to find his teammates, but the only reason he had left told him not to. He was certain that as long as he left the door of the mourning hall, even if the gods descended to earth, he would not be able to save him.

Since he can't run, he should face it bravely. Pang Xiaofeng thought about the experience Chen Hao told himself, and a bit of ruthlessness rose in his heart. He took out the gadget given by the beater and slowly approached the curtain.

Then he slammed the cloth off!

The most worrying picture in his mind did not appear, but what still made his face pale was that there were several large coffins lined up side by side behind the statue.

At the same time, the strange sound all disappeared.

Everything just now seemed to be an auditory hallucination caused by being too nervous.

He slowly calmed down and began to look at the scene in front of him. The lid of the coffin was lifted aside, and the corpses inside were not human-shaped. The faces of each corpse were covered with a piece of yellow paper.

The yellow paper was soaked in water, and the swollen outline of the corpse's face below could be vaguely seen.

At first glance, the atmosphere is very strange.

Pang Xiaofeng glanced over, and suddenly noticed that there was a slight reflection on the edge of the coffin, like water. He didn't dare to get too close, so he couldn't see it clearly.

Mengdi, he seemed to have thought of something, compared the position of the water on the edge of the coffin, and found that they were all near the hands of the corpse. Gradually, a bold guess exploded in his heart.

Could it be... Could the sound he heard just now be true? After these corpses lifted the lid of the coffin, they grabbed the edge of the coffin and stood up, then stepped out of the coffin and walked behind the statue.

And when he opened the curtain, he lay back again.

This idea is too terrifying, but Pang Xiaofeng thinks it is very possible!

To ask him to go back now and go back to the incense burner as if nothing happened would be self-deception. He was not reconciled and did not dare to sit still. After a brief thought, he made a bold decision. He slowly He stepped back, quickly took out his phone, took a picture of the coffin and the corpse inside, then turned and ran.

He ran to the statue and knelt down without saying a word. He was kneeling in front of the thick white candle. This was the safest place in the mourning hall, and it was the brightest.

It is said that the camera can take pictures of things that the human eye cannot see. Pang Xiaofeng shook his hands and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. Moved, didn't grin at him or anything.

After thinking again and again, to be safe, Pang Xiaofeng sent this photo to Chen Hao and asked him to help him to see if there was any problem.

After receiving the photo, the three of Chen Hao didn't see the problem, but after all, Lei Mingyu didn't see the coffin after he went to the statue, so they didn't know if there was any change between them.

"I haven't heard too many strange noises before, and there is something wrong with Xiaofeng." Lei Mingyu frowned.

"Besides you and Xiaofeng, only Wang Fugui and Yu Chengmu have been to the mourning hall." Du Moyu looked worried, "Yu Chengmu is not credible, I suggest contacting Wang Fugui and ask him, Do you know those coffins?"

Chen Hao is an activist, and immediately dialed the number left by Jiang Cheng.

But as soon as I called it, I was hung up in seconds.

Hit again, then hang up.

It wasn't until the third time that Chen Hao first sent a message to get through, but even so, the other end of the phone didn't speak, and he couldn't even hear the faint sound of breathing.

After a lot of pulling, Chen Hao finally added Jiangcheng's WeChat, "Mr. Jiang~www.readwn.com~ Our people are in trouble in the mourning hall, please help to ask Mr. Wang if the coffin cover behind the mourning hall is not. Was it opened from the beginning?"

"That's right, it's open." Jiang Cheng replied, "And there are corpses in every coffin."

This time, Chen Hao finally felt relieved, and quickly replied to Pang Xiaofeng in the mourning hall.

"Wait." Du Moyu, who was standing on the side, took Chen Hao's mobile phone. After thinking, he sent the photo directly. Chen Hao's face changed abruptly when he saw it: "What are you doing? Let them misunderstand, and you know if there is anything wrong with this photo, if there is a curse or something like that, didn't you hurt them too?"

Du Moyu is used to writing supernatural novels, he doesn't have feelings, he only needs his friends to survive.

Jiang Cheng was also stunned when he saw the photo. Before he could react, Fatty had already come up to him, stared at the photo, and clicked his chin, "Doctor, that's right, that's what I saw, I... huh?" Fatty As if finding something strange, he frowned, and his face gradually got closer to the screen, but the next second, the fat man's Tong Kong shrank sharply, and the whole person also took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng stood up.

"Doctor!" He pointed at the screen tremblingly, Fatty's face turned pale, "Those corpses... those corpses are not right, the direction is wrong!"

"direction?"

"That's right! I remember that the corpse was facing the statue at the time, but in the photo... in the photo, the feet are facing the statue!" Fatty's voice was shaking, "The corpse... The corpse turned around in the coffin!"

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