Nightmare Attack

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Jiang Cheng did not conceal this matter from Chen Hao. After receiving the news, the hearts of the three of Chen Hao sank to the bottom, and the last thing they wanted to see finally happened.

Without any hesitation, Chen Hao considered for a moment, and immediately sent a message to Pang Xiaofeng: "Xiaofeng, I want to tell you something, don't be afraid, you must be calm."

Pang Xiaofeng grabbed the phone tightly, and was even more afraid.

"You don't feel wrong. There is indeed something wrong with the corpse in the coffin at the back. Wang Fugui said that he and the corpse you saw are facing the opposite direction. The corpse may have been moved by someone, or the corpse... moved by itself."

After making up the latter picture, Pang Xiaofeng's shoulders trembled. Although he was afraid, he was not completely out of balance. Chen Hao continued to send a message: "How much of your incense is left?"

After stabilizing his mind, Pang Xiaofeng looked at the incense burner, "There's... 1/3 of it."

"One incense is about half an hour, one third is about 10 minutes, you have to hold on to the last 10 minutes." Chen Hao tried his best to comfort him, "I believe you can do it, all of us, You will all leave this hellish place alive, Xiaofeng, you have to believe in yourself."

"Pang Xiaofeng, we're going to hang up. It's not good for you to talk too long. We can't help you. It's up to you." Du Moyu came up and hung up the phone bluntly.

Although he was a little tangled, Chen Hao understood that what Du Moyu said was right. They were not at the scene and could not give Pang Xiaofeng better advice. Instead of letting Pang Xiaofeng rely on them, it would be better to leave the decision to himself.

Inside the mourning hall, Pang Xiaofeng took a deep breath and clenched his phone tightly. He forced himself to calm down, "As long as I survive the last 10 minutes, as long as 10 minutes, I can leave here!"

"The three people were all right before, and I'll be fine, and... there is the last person who didn't come. That A Biao is the one who signed the contract, and he is the one with the worst luck! It's not me!"

But just as Pang Xiaofeng was cheering himself up, he suddenly heard a sound, and he immediately located the source of the sound, just behind the white cloth, in the direction of those coffins!

here we go again……

Pang Xiaofeng's face was pale, but this time, he didn't dare to walk over to look at it anyway, because this time, he not only heard the sound, but also saw something more terrifying.

The shadows were reflected crookedly behind the white cloth, and the whole body was abnormally bloated. It was obviously the corpses in those coffins!

The shadow left on the white cloth became clearer and clearer, swaying from side to side, and with the sound of stepping on the water, it approached the white cloth.

With only a layer of white cloth separated from these strange things, Pang Xiaofeng's pressure can be imagined, his face was pale, and he even forgot to breathe.

But when he was in extreme fear, waiting for the corpses to lift the white cloth and rush over to kill him, God seemed to be playing a joke on him. The corpses not only did not lift the white cloth, but mysteriously disappeared in the next second.

"It's gone..."

After realizing this, Pang Xiaofeng quickly looked around, above his head, and even behind him, but he couldn't find those corpses, and the terrifying sound of stepping on water... also disappeared.

"Hu-, hu--" Pang Xiaofeng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't know why this happened, but he knew that he should not die for the time being.

that's enough.

He looked at the burning incense, and there was only the last sliver of it left.

5 minutes.

In the last 5 minutes he can leave!

He didn't want to come back to this damned place in his next life.

When he glanced at it, he noticed the burning white thick candle. I don't know when, the candle's candle turned into a faint green, and it looked like the ghost fire of the mass grave.

At the same time, the candles were burning much faster, getting shorter almost as fast as the naked eye could see.

Pang Xiaofeng suddenly realized that if he kept burning at this speed, the candle would burn out before his own incense went out, and he didn't even dare to think about what would happen after losing the candle.

After a while, he was staring at the candle and made another discovery that made his spine chill. The candle seemed to be not only burning fast, but also getting thinner and thinner irregularly.

A little less on this side, a little less on that side.

It feels like someone is squatting on the ground and slowly scraping with their fingernails.

The moment this picture appeared, Pang Xiaofeng's head hummed, he suppressed the heartstring that was about to break in his heart, reached into his pocket with trembling hands, and slowly took out something.

It's the little thing given by the men to remind them to use it at critical moments.

But now, Pang Xiaofeng thinks it is definitely time for his life to hang.

He tried his best not to shake his arm, and stretched the corner of the piece to the flame of the candle, reminding him that this piece needs to be burned to be effective.

After a while, the candle light throbbed violently, and a burst of blue smoke rose up, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a stench of being burnt.

But for Pang Xiaofeng at the moment, these are no longer important~www.readwn.com~ The scene in front of him caused his brain to shut down, and the trembling heartstring finally couldn't hold it any longer and broke.

Several extremely bloated people squatted on the ground in strange postures, huddled around the candles, and continued to drip water along the cuffs and trousers. What was even more strange was their actions at the moment, a tear dripped down the candles. Down, he was quickly licked off by a tongue. After licking, the face of the drenched dead man actually showed a very strange expression of satisfaction.

Gradually, the bloated figures slowly turned their heads and looked at Pang Xiaofeng's face.

Against the background of the miserable green candlelight, he pulled out a smile.

In the next second, the candle blew out with a "poof" sound.

...

"Doctor." The fat man swallowed and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Jiang Cheng has been staring at the phone since just now, and until now, they haven't heard the bell ringing.

"It should be an accident." Jiang Cheng put away his mobile phone and looked behind the door with worried eyes. It has been 45 minutes, and Pang Xiaofeng has not yet struck the bell. He has no feelings for Pang Xiaofeng, but is worried about what will happen next.

It is difficult to guarantee that what happened to Pang Xiaofeng today will not happen to him and Fatty.

In Jiang Cheng's mind, the dry bark-like face of Cheng Mu appeared.

Pang Xiaofeng didn't strike the bell in time, and what he was most worried about was not Jiangcheng's turn. Lei Mingyu walked around the room, and Chen Hao's head was big as he walked, "Why hasn't the bell struck for so long?" Lei Mingyu couldn't help it. Ask: "Will something happen?"

Chen Hao and Du Moyu on the side didn't answer. This was an obvious question, but none of the three of them were willing to accept the result.

Until there was a rush of footsteps outside.