Nightmare Attack

"Ghost?" The young master's voice couldn't help trembling, and after a while, he asked in a confirming tone: "How could it be a ghost? I clearly heard it was Abin's voice. Master Yao, do you have evidence?"

As soon as these words came out, Yao Shunyu had confidence in his heart. It seemed that the key to his survival tonight was the young master. As long as he was convinced that Abin outside was a ghost, the crisis would be resolved.

No longer hesitating, Yao Shunyu quickly explained his discovery to the young master. Hearing this, the young master's body also trembled, "So... the Abin outside is really not a human, is it... a ghost?"

"It must be so." Yao Shunyu nodded.

At this moment, the situation became more and more critical. "Abin" had stretched out his whole arm, slapped the door panel non-stop, and squeezed his head towards the crack of the door, because his face was distorted due to excessive squeezing.

"Get off, get off! Even if you become a ghost, you little dog slave, I'm not afraid of you!" The young master roared at the door at the top of his lungs.

Although the roar of the young master was just a bluff in the eyes of Yao Shunyu, the effect is obvious. "Abin", who was still fierce just now, didn't dare to move when he heard the young master's voice, and then drew back his arm, like something As if nothing had happened, he turned and left.

"Young master, your words have worked, that ghost has left." Yao Shunyu looked at the deformed door that was squeezed, and couldn't stop feeling scared for a while.

"Cough...cough cough..."

The roar just now seemed to drain the last of the young master's strength. At this moment, he was so weak that he collapsed on the bed and started coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

After all, I have to count on the young master tonight, Yao Shunyu leaned down and cared: "Young master, how is your health?"

"Cough... cough cough..., water, bring me a glass of water." The young master said inarticulately, and he could feel the pain and helplessness of the young master through the curtain.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Yao Shunyu went back to the table and poured a glass of water for the young master. Before lifting the curtain, Yao Shunyu hesitated. Although there was no problem with the young master yet, who could say for sure.

In the eyes of Yao, Shunyu, this curtain is another door, but this door separates him from the young master, and taking the initiative to lift the curtain means opening this door.

If the young master also has problems, the consequences will be disastrous.

They had been here a few hours ago, and it was not an exaggeration for the young master at that time to say that his life was hanging by a thread. Yuan Shanyuan also said bluntly that his medical skills could only be regarded as dredging the blood, and there was no possibility of a cure. After waking up from a coma and being able to communicate with others, it is unbelievable for Yao, Shun and Yu to say that there is no problem.

"Yao...Master Yao, I would like to trouble you to lift the curtain, my body..." The young master's voice was broken.

Yao, Shunyu, who was holding the tea, was unmoved, but bowed slightly, and handed the teacup to the front of the curtain, "Young master, when you came here, Mr. Yuan ordered you to move your body as much as possible. Blood flow."

A few seconds later, the figure struggled to get up, and then a pale hand protruded from the curtain, taking the teacup tremblingly, the eldest young master drank the tea, and then handed out the empty cup, "It's hard... hard work, Master Yao gone."

As if soaked in tea, the young master's voice became much smoother.

The process was so smooth, Yao, Shunyu couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was thinking too much, the young master himself had no problem, and the crisis tonight came from outside the door.

Yao Shunyu held an empty teacup and walked towards the table while thinking, but the next second, he was stopped, "Master Yao!"

Yao Shunyu, who was thinking, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the figure behind the curtain, but to Yao Shunyu's surprise, the figure lay quietly on the bed without moving.

Frowning, Yao Shunyu tentatively asked: "Young Master, did you call me just now?"

There was no answer on the bed, and the young master lay quietly, as if he had fallen asleep after being too exhausted.

This made Yao Shunyu start to wonder if the cry just now was an auditory hallucination caused by being too nervous.

Going back to the table and sitting down, Yao Shunyu was still thinking about this strange thing, he refilled himself with tea cup by cup, and gradually, he finally realized that something was wrong.

He felt cold, and it was cold for no reason.

The tea he drank was all hot tea, but cups of hot tea could not dispel this inexplicable chill, and...he had an indescribable feeling that the root of this chill did not seem to come from the external environment, but from his himself.

Reminiscent of how the young master shrank under the quilt not long ago, his whole body was trembling, and he kept complaining about being cold in a coma, Yao Shunyu couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the Yanghuo on his body?

Continuing to think in this way, Yao Shunyu confirmed the problem on the previous cry.

The old man said, when walking at night, if you hear someone calling your name behind you, don't turn your head hastily, otherwise the fire on your shoulders will be blown out easily, and ghosts will be attracted to your shoulders.

But he turned his head the moment his name was called, which also caused the fire on his shoulder to be extinguished.

Yao Shunyu is also a person who can afford to take things and let them go. He knows that it is useless to regret at this moment, and he did not expect such a thing to happen.

Judging from his current physical condition, he should have only been extinguished by one yang fire, as long as he kept the other two yang fires for the rest of the time, he would survive.

Thinking of this, Yao Shunyu subconsciously looked at the bed, and the next second, his heart was suddenly pulled, and the young master who was lying quietly on the bed sat up at some point.

"Water...give me water..."

…

The fat man looked at the two corpses in the front hall, his heart pounding. Master Wu's body was covered with a white cloth, tightly wrapped from head to toe, standing there like a white tombstone.

And Wang Bao's corpse was lying on the ground, with a red hijab covering his face, and he got a little closer. The fat man found dense stitches at the joint of the hijab and his face~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Lied to Kangxi"

It is hard to imagine that this hijab was stitched onto Wang Bao's face stitch by stitch.

"Mr. Luo is indeed a master of physiognomy, and his methods are profound. I have opened my eyes today." Yuan Shanyuan looked at Luo Tianhe and said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Not to be outdone, Luo Tianhe, who was put on a high hat, turned his head and cupped his fists at Yuan Shanyuan, "I don't dare to do it. If it wasn't for Mr. Yuan and Miss Bai Yu's help, I would never be able to do it alone."

When mentioning the word Bai Yu, Luo Tianhe emphasized his tone, as if he was intending to mention something.

Staring at the two corpses, Lin Qianqian seemed to be still concerned, and confirmed: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Yuan, these two corpses... are they really all right?"

"The tiptoe smiling corpse was sewn to death by Mr. Yuan, and the hamstring was picked off by Ms. Bai Yu. It no longer poses a threat to us. As for Mr. Wu's corpse..." Luo Tianhe paused, "I can All I did was temporarily calm him down."