Nightmare Attack

The village chief was helpless, and didn't dare to offend Jiang Cheng, so he winked and asked the dark guy who was holding his umbrella to hold Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng didn't show a satisfied look until he was in the shade for a while.

"Miss Yu!" Jiang Cheng warmly invited Yu Man to come under the umbrella, and the two walked side by side.

Perhaps the two have similar occupations, as if they have endless topics, Jiang Cheng from time to time leaned into the latter's ear and whispered something, causing the latter to flush and cover his mouth and laugh.

Then the two turned their heads together and looked at Chen Xiaomeng with a playful look, and then there was another unspeakable exchange of eyebrows.

Chen Xiaomeng was annoyed when he saw Jiang Cheng's face, and simply turned his head as if he hadn't seen it.

The mountain road was more difficult to walk than expected. It was a few hours' journey, but a group of people stopped and walked, and it was not until it was getting dark that they could see a village from a distance.

The village chief leaned on a walking stick and stood beside a rock that had been rolled down. He looked at the village in the distance, and his eyes were full of emotion.

Everyone stood still.

The mountain village shrouded in the setting sun has a special charm. The afterglow shines like a layer of holy gauze. The white room and the black tiles are separated into layers.

From time to time, smoke from the roof rises up, like a smart snake, flying towards the depths of the mountains and forests.

It looks like a smudged Chinese painting on a piece of rice paper.

Even when he was on a mission, Pei Gan, a painter, still admired the scenery of Xiaoshijian Village, and could feel that what he said was completely sincere.

Wading through a clear stream that could barely reach their ankles, a piece of bluestone appeared under their feet. Looking forward, a winding bluestone road was winding into the village.

The village is small, with about a hundred households.

After the village chief dismissed the villagers who followed, only Jiang Cheng and the others and the dark man with the umbrella were left.

The group of people first came to a courtyard. It was said that it was a courtyard. In fact, it was a few low-rise tiled houses, surrounded by a fence outside, forming the shape of a courtyard.

It was getting late, the village chief walked in first, and it seemed that he was arranging everyone's accommodation for the night.

Everyone didn't enter the courtyard rashly, but waited outside the courtyard. Jiang Cheng looked curiously up and down, and finally his eyes stayed in the large dustpans placed in the courtyard.

The dustpan is placed next to the fence, and there are huge sweet potatoes inside.

The sweet potatoes are fresh, with moist soil attached to them, as if they had just been dug out from the ground.

After waiting for a while, I suddenly heard a dispute mixed with dialects. After a while, the village chief walked out sullenly.

The door of the yard opened halfway, and a woman's face appeared behind the door.

Zhou Rong looked very cold when he saw the woman carrying a wooden stick with the black front end in her hand.

After seeing Jiang Cheng and his group, the village head's expression became more and more awkward. His open mouth paused, but he had to explain: "This man is not here. It is not convenient. We... Let's go to the next one."

It turned out that the next one was the same, but it was just a change of words.

In the end, the village chief had to take them to a relatively remote courtyard. This time it was a real courtyard, and it was built much better than the two previously seen.

It was a little dilapidated. After the wooden door was pushed open, the old door shaft made a harsh noise.

There are a total of three rooms in the yard. A large and generous room stands alone on the west side. The gate is closed and a black old-fashioned copper mortise lock is hung on it.

The village chief led them into one of the two small rooms on the east side.

It's fairly clean inside. The entrance is a small hall measuring over 20 square meters. In the middle is a stove made of unknown materials.

Looking into the stove, there is cinder that has long been extinguished.

The village chief seemed to be very familiar with this place. He went to the bamboo basket on the side of the wall and found some charcoal, and then the dark man walked in from the door, holding a bundle of firewood from unknown sources in his arms. .

With the cooperation of the two, the fire burst into flames in no time.

Everyone sat around the stove and stretched out their hands to burn the fire. The warmth gradually dissipated the chill, and the fatigue on the way was relieved a lot.

The man who followed was very seldom talking, and his eyes were very dull. After the fire stabilized, he went to the small room next door with the firewood and charcoal, and raised the stove in that room.

The village chief apologized and said, "You will deal with it overnight first," he pointed to the left and right sides of the house where he was. Then two people live on the other side, and then four people live in the other room."

"No trouble," Pei Gan said, he was very imposing when he sat there, looking at the village chief and said: "We can all live in this room."

The village chief didn't seem to expect him to say that, so he paused for a few seconds, then sneered and said, "It's okay, it's all you do with the master..."

Having said this, the village chief seemed to have suddenly thought of something, so his mouth changed, and he changed his mouth: "All follow the master... what you mean."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He hummed and said nothing after all.

The village chief licked his lips, nervous as if he had escaped.

"Now I can tell you what happened to you," Yu Man sat there warming, her fingers were slender and slender, and the fire made her face more attractive. She smiled slightly: "If you invite us to come so far away. It's going to be a trip to the mountains and water."

Everyone was very tacitly aware of the story told by the shop owner. There was no credible person in the nightmare, whether it was an NPC or a teammate.

Hearing what Yu Man said, the village chief couldn't help rolling his throat. After seeing that the dark man had returned, he stood up, closed the door, and then found a wooden stick to plug it in as a door bolt.

After doing all this, the village chief sat down again. At this time, everyone found that his face had changed. It was a kind of mixed feelings of fear, helplessness, and regret.

He raised his head and asked in a very strange tone: "Do you...believe there are ghosts?"

Everyone feels helpless and can't wait to skip the boring opening remarks in these third-rate horror novels. What everyone wants to hear is the story! A real accident!

But they didn't dare to advance the plot too fast, worrying about missing something, so Zhou Rong could only nodded and said perfunctorily: "Believe, there is a **** who raises the head three feet."

"But I'm talking about... a ghost! Not a god," the village chief swallowed hard, and whispered, "It's the kind of terrifying ghost that can kill people."

When I said this, I don't know if it was because of the sudden temperature drop or what, everyone felt a chill.

The chill came suddenly and inexplicably strange, and even the charcoal fire in the furnace was affected, and under everyone's gaze, it dimmed a lot.

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