Nightmare Attack

Zhou Rong took a deep breath and said nothing.

Hearing this, Pei Gan couldn't help it anymore, and said with a sneer: "Mr. Yin is still thoughtful."

Now that everyone has come in, there is no way to take Jiangcheng, so a big or small thing will eventually come to nothing.

His gaze swept across the room slowly, not sure whether it was a problem with the layout of the room, or it was repaired later. Even at very midday, the room was still very dark.

It seems to be covered with a gray filter.

The three of them didn't dare to separate, so after Zhou Rong simply determined the direction, they walked along the brighter place.

As usual, Zhou Rong was the first, Pei Gan in the middle, and Jiang Cheng shrank in the last to prevent being cut off by the ghost.

The ground is an old-fashioned plaster ground, so it does not make a "creaking" sound like an old floor, which reduces the risk of exposure.

Although no one expected to fool the ghost in this way.

But I feel better in my heart.

The place they turned into was a room similar to a living room, which was very large. Zhou Rong came to a slightly transparent wooden board, and then slowly used his force to break the wooden board.

With the sun shining in, the vision became clearer now.

The decoration of the house is full of a sense of time. There are wooden chairs with hollow carvings and a table that looks very heavy.

With the tables piled up in the corner, Pei Qian stepped forward as if he had discovered something, and touched it with his hand. After a few seconds, his face changed suddenly, "Sophora?"

"Sophora wood?" Zhou Rong followed closely, looking up and down this heavy wooden table, but he could tell that he was not proficient in wood.

So after a moment, Zhou Rong turned his face and solemnly said, "Are you sure it is Sophora japonica?"

Pei Gan nodded heavily, and there was even a trace of panic in his eyes.

For painters, especially Chinese paintings, some older painters are very conservative, and sometimes in order to gather inspiration, they will meet in the countryside to collect styles.

There is a saying among the people that "Sophora japonica will not be a coffin, and willow will not go to the house".

Huai, Zuo Mu is also ghost, so it is also called ghost wood, dead man wood.

When used as a coffin, the deceased suffers at least, but the home is restless. The folks also like to use the aged old locust wood to carve some rare toys when they are used as a coffin.

In such an old village in the mountains that attaches so much importance to customs and a large family with well-established families, how could there be such a huge wooden table.

Isn't this cursing yourself?

There is also a problem with the placement of the wooden table, being in the darkest and damp corner of the room, it is suffocating to look at.

There was something flashing in Pei Gan's eyes, thinking, but more doubts.

But soon, doubts were overwhelmed by a sudden surge of fear.

"Not good!" Pei Gan groaned, "This house is not for people!"

As soon as he spoke, he regretted it. Although his voice was not very loud, in such an environment, as long as his ears grew, he would definitely be able to hear it.

Not to mention the ghosts.

But what Ling Pei Gan didn't expect was that Zhou Rong and Jiang Cheng in front of them didn't mean to stop themselves. They didn't even look at themselves, but looked around nervously.

Pei Gan immediately closed his mouth and followed their gaze. Then, his breathing became short.

I don't know when the surroundings fell into a gray state again, and the wooden planks that had been broken off by Zhou Rong just now were still embedded in the wall.

The board is fixed around by dozens of large iron nails the thickness of baby's fingers, as if it is indestructible.

What made Pei Gan even more desperate was that he turned around and found that the window he had just jumped in... disappeared.

At this time, the advantages of the old players over the new players were revealed. None of the three screamed because of the sudden changes in the surrounding environment, but immediately gathered together, their bodies close to the wall.

At least make sure that ghosts will not attack behind them.

As time passed, the breathing of the three of them became more and more sluggish, and even their heartbeats were suppressed within an acceptable range.

Zhou Rong has the habit of meditating. At this moment, he is huddled in one place. If his eyes were not swept around him vigilantly, he would doubt whether he was asleep.

Pei Gan, who had just lost his temper, also calmed down again. As an excellent master of Chinese painting, he had to meditate for a period of time before painting.

It is used to clear the distracting thoughts in the mind and reach the stage of enlightening the mind of painting.

Compared with the professionalism of the two, Jiang Cheng seemed much more amateurish. He simply leaned his back against the wall without moving or making any sound. His body did not fall with his breath.

On the contrary, if you look at it from a different perspective, he is the best hidden among the three at this moment, almost blending with the gloomy environment.

Under the loose pants are tight muscles.

Unlike Zhou Rongpei's blind pursuit of hiding, he seems to have other plans.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A sound suddenly rang in his ears.

Not happy, but it sounds very powerful, and...the reason why I don't need to describe it strangely is because Jiang Cheng feels that the voice seems familiar.

He searched along the remaining memory in his mind, and the next second, what popped out was Fatty's big, out-of-date face.

He could imagine what a fat man would be frightened here~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Within three seconds after thinking of the fat man, Jiang Cheng’s pupils suddenly tightened, and he finally realized what the sound was coming from. Of it.

This is... the sound of cutting vegetables.

The sound made by the kitchen knife when it cuts the vegetable to the cutting board.

The voice was dull, and with just this sound, one could imagine that the knife used would never be a household kitchen knife.

It should be a thick bone-cutting knife that can cut all the bones at once.

In this weird building...someone is cutting vegetables!

Use a huge knife! !

Zhou Rong and Pei Gan were not people who could not point to Yang Chunshui. The two quickly realized the story behind the voice, and the three of them looked in the direction of the voice.

That is the other side of the room.

There... there is a door that is concealed, and the sound comes from that door.

Light was faintly shining through the door.

Zhou Rong's throat jerked.

Pei Gan's face was also very ugly.

As a veteran player, they would not comfort themselves by saying that the door was just a good woman or a girl who entered this building by mistake and then made his own food because of hungry.

Closer to reality, there is a terrible ghost there, holding a huge, unknown source of knife, cutting something.

What will it be?

Zhou Rong had this kind of thinking inexplicably.

He doesn't know, but it won't be something like vegetables, because the ghosts in his impression are not likely to be interested in such things.

It's meat, it must be meat on that cutting board!

But as for what kind of meat...

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something that happened to Li Lu last night.

She drank a bowl of broth.

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