Nightmare Attack

"Gurulu..."

Jiang Cheng's stomach screamed in despair, awakening the hunger that Chen Xiaomeng had finally suppressed. They hadn't eaten anything for a day except for some porridge in the morning.

The village chief and others seemed to have forgotten them. After all, they were just tools to block guns, and they were not experts.

It is not worthwhile to waste food on them.

Just as Chen Xiaomeng was about to take a rest, waiting to take action in the night, he saw Jiang Cheng walk to where he was sleeping, and then fumbled a few times in the quilt, and he had two more big sweet potatoes in his hands.

Chen Xiaomeng's eyes straightened in surprise.

"Fortunately, I hid two last time." Jiang Cheng grabbed a sweet potato in one hand and said with satisfaction.

Carefully put the sweet potatoes on the side of the stove, Jiang Cheng added a few pieces of charcoal into it, and then squinted his eyes and roasted on the side of the stove. The warm fire made his body warm.

After swallowing, Chen Xiaomeng came to sit beside him.

The two were not worried about the villagers' surprise attack.

Now, at night, it is too late for them to hide, and don't forget, this is the Qian's compound, and the ghost has already killed how many people here.

The fire was very hot, and within a short while, the sweet potatoes were burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Chen Xiaomeng didn't need Jiang Cheng to greet him. He wrapped his hand with a piece of cloth, and then picked out the sweet potato that looked more delicious. Jiang Cheng's hand took a step slower.

The two of them were obviously starving. Chen Xiaomeng was more reserved, and ate the meat on the sweet potato skin very cleanly, while Jiang Cheng even ate the sweet potato skin.

After eating his own hand, he stared at the small sweet potato in Chen Xiaomeng's hand.

After the latter discovered it, he stuffed all the remaining sweet potatoes into his mouth, chewing with his cheeks, while looking at Jiang Cheng with a victorious attitude, as if saying that you can give up now.

Fortunately, the village chief left half a jar of water last time, otherwise they would have to worry about thirst.

"When do you leave?"

Chen Xiaomeng, who was full and leaning against the wall, didn't even feel so annoying to look at Jiang Cheng's face.

"Wait a minute, wait until the villagers fall asleep." Jiang Cheng used a wooden stick to poke the charcoal fire inside the stove to loosen the inside, so that the combustion would be more full.

In this era, there is no mobile phone, let alone the Internet, and the barrenness of night life is not something modern people can think of, so after tossing enough in bed at night, you can only sleep well.

The black sky dome is like an iron pot buckled on the ground. It makes people feel suffocated after seeing it for a long time.

The village under the night is quiet as if dead.

They have stayed in the village for so long, and they have never heard the sound of chickens or dogs.

In this old mountain village called Xiaoshijian Village, there seems to be only a group of people who are living under fear and lingering.

It was estimated that the time was almost up. Jiang Cheng woke up Chen Xiaomeng, who didn't know if it was pretending to be asleep or really asleep. After the two checked their belongings, they opened the door.

Leaving the Qian's compound, the two quietly appeared outside the courtyard of Honghong's house along the road where they had arrived in the afternoon.

They walked very carefully along the way, and did not alarm anyone or make any noise.

Chen Xiaomeng seemed to have experience in tracking and anti-tracking. When she arrived outside the courtyard of Honghong's house, she nodded to Jiang Cheng very seriously and said that no one was tracking her.

The courtyard door is made of wood, and the surface is very rough, and it will make a rubbing sound whether it is opened or closed, so the two decided to go directly over the wall.

It is said that it is a courtyard wall, but it is actually a row of low fences.

Chen Xiaomeng took a run-up, leaped over the fence with his hand, his body flashed in the air, very neat, and there was almost no sound when he landed.

When she looked back at Jiangcheng, she realized that the latter had found a broken fence, and then crawled in with her face almost to the ground.

But when he found that Chen Xiaomeng was watching him, he immediately seemed to have changed his personality. He stood up behind him and patted the dirt on his body while pretending to be straight up, as if he had also jumped in just now.

They crept to the door of the room. There was also a wooden door, through which light was reflected.

The two leaned close to the crack of the door and peered in.

The space in the house is not large, and the layout is very simple. There is only a low wooden table on the head of the kang, and a kerosene lamp is placed on the wooden table. A woman who seems to be in her 30s is sitting cross-legged on the kang, and then she is weak. The light is bright, sewing up the clothes.

There is also a large dustpan made of bamboo on the kang, which contains a pair of large black iron scissors, needles and threads, cloth heads and other things.

It seems that because of the cold, there is a quilt halfway around the woman.

In the middle of the house is a stove for heating. The stove is clean and it looks like it has not been used for a long time.

Everything in this room shows the poverty of the family.

A woman should be Honghong's mother.

They haven't seen Hong Hong and the grandmother in Hong Hong for the time being, but it's so late, they should have fallen asleep, and there is more than one room in this yard, they may be next door.

Chen Xiaomeng held her hand on the door, her eyes changed slightly, she was ready to rush in~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Suddenly, she felt a finger stabbed her.

Turning his head, it really was Jiang Cheng's mean face.

He pointed to the room, then pointed to himself, lip-synching to Chen Xiaomeng, and did not make a sound, "Let me go in first."

"Why?" Chen Xiaomeng gestured with his eyes.

Jiang Cheng licked his lips, blushed, and leaned over to beep in a low voice, "This is my first time going through the widow's door at night. It feels weirdly exciting."

Chen Xiaomeng: "..."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Chen Xiaomeng could see the excitement on Jiangcheng's face.

In the next second, Jiang Cheng used his wrists to push the door open instantly, and before the woman sewing the clothes could react, he rushed forward and strangled her throat.

The huge inertia even took the woman's whole body backwards and hit the cabinet behind.

Because of the cushioning of the quilt, the sound heard is similar to the muffled sound of a Xinhua dictionary falling on the floor.

Chen Xiaomeng returned and closed the door immediately after coming in.

Jiang Cheng didn't intend to let go of his hand. He condescendingly looked at the woman's face that was gradually turning blue because of suffocation. There was no expression on the cold face.

The woman was frightened, her body was shaking constantly, she had lost the strength to resist and think, all she could do was to stare a pair of frightened eyes.

"Next I want to ask you a few questions," Jiang Cheng's voice was flat and cold, "If it's you, nod your head, not shake your head. If there is any extra action, or try to call for help, I will kill you. Stabbing you to death, and then stabbing your daughter to death red," he raised his chin, his face flickering under the beating flames, "understand?"

The woman froze for a moment, then nodded frantically.

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