Nightmare Attack

Hearing that the Marquis of Zhennan was also there, Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie frowned slightly. This was not consistent with the clues brought by Jiangcheng. If Marquis of Zhennan was still in the mansion, then what was it that was buried in the coffin and taken away last night?

But now they can't help them to think too much, a group of people followed General Yuwen to the outside of Yi Zhuang in Fuzhong. At this moment, there are already many people waiting outside Yi Zhuang. A luxuriously decorated sedan chair sits in the middle, covered with a huge light gauze umbrella It was already late and there was no sunlight, and the people in the sedan chair seemed to be living in another world.

Through the light gauze umbrella tent, one can vaguely see a figure sitting in the sedan chair, the figure is very thin, giving people the feeling that it is close to Zhennanhou.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng took a few steps forward, but was stopped by guards on the side. The guards were armed with knives and were full of evil spirits. Jiang Cheng didn't force his way in. He bowed in the direction of the person in the sedan chair and said loudly, "I've seen Lord Marquis."

The person in the sedan chair also seemed to have heard Jiang Cheng's greeting, nodded slightly, and then waved his hand at General Yuwen's position.

The gestures and gestures of the people in the sedan chair revealed a feeling of weakness, as if the time limit was approaching.

Seeing Master Hou waving his hand, General Yuwen immediately led Jiangcheng and his party to push open the gate of Yizhuang.

Accompanied by the sound of "squeak-", the old wooden door of the Yizhuang was pushed open, and everyone's hearts were raised immediately. I don't know if it was because of the weather. At this time, the Yizhuang looked more and more dilapidated, and the surrounding withered vegetation hid In the shadows, the divergent branches are like withered arms, pointing feebly to the sky.

Fatty looked around vigilantly. It was only a day since he last came, but this Yizhuang seemed to have been deserted for ten years. It was not just a simple feeling.

Everyone felt like a fat man, as if after they left, something terrible happened in this cemetery.

Thinking of the guy who died strangely in this cemetery, tonight's mission was cast a gloomy shadow before it even started.

Suddenly, Zhang Qizheng, who was walking in the front position, stopped, and then everyone's breathing became rapid.

Entering the gate of Yizhuang, there is a whole mourning hall not far away. At this moment, there was a sudden "creaking" sound in the originally silent and dim mourning hall, and at the same time, a shaky shadow was clearly reflected On the sticker on the door, it looks like a lying person stood up.

Can... but what is this place?

This is the Yizhuang of the Hou Mansion, and all the people lying in it are dead!

The sight in front of him made General Yuwen, who was leading the way, stop in his tracks, but a few seconds later, General Yuwen's voice sounded, "Masters, don't panic, there are spirit guards from Yizhuang in the mourning hall, and the task for tonight is for the spirit guards to be masters." arrange."

Although General Yuwen said it lightly, Jiang Cheng looked at him with a not relaxed expression, and General Yuwen's hand unconsciously touched the saber at his waist, which was a subconsciously aware of the danger.

After General Yuwen spoke a few more words quickly, he turned and left. As General Yuwen walked out of Yizhuang, the door was immediately closed from the outside.

At this time, apart from Jiang Cheng and others, only the so-called spirit guards in the mourning hall were left in the Yizhuang.

As the candles flickered, the figures in the mourning hall became more and more illusory, as if another gust of wind would blow them away.

"Is it a human or a ghost?" Zhu Jie asked in a low voice, and the successive blows made her lose her sense of proportion.

Tang Qisheng frowned, and turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, "Mr. Jiang, when we came last time, the woman who led the way seemed to have said that no one usually comes to this Yizhuang."

Jiang Cheng stared at the figure who was only a door away, and nodded, "That's right, I remember that too."

"So...the one behind this door is a ghost?"

The fat man had a mournful face. He felt that God had treated him too unfairly. He had just narrowly escaped death last night, and he was the only one who got tricked. Today, he hit a ghost again.

"What are you panicking about? I don't believe it anymore. Once the door is opened, this ghost can kill us all." Although Lu Qin's face is ugly, her demeanor is still calm. that person.

"Yes yes yes, I listen to Sister Qin, she has experience." Shao Tong greeted in a low voice, lest the loud voice would attract the attention of the things inside the door.

But before everyone discussed who would be the door opener, the door of the mourning hall was opened, and a figure appeared in front of them.

Seeing this person's appearance and grooming, everyone was shocked, it was actually a woman.

"Come in."

The woman's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. There was no emotion in her eyes looking at Jiang Cheng and the others.

However, Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief after looking at each other briefly. He was 80% sure that what was in front of him was a human being, not a ghost.

"Weird, why is it a woman who keeps the spirit?" Fatty couldn't help muttering, it's a custom everywhere for women not to keep the spirit. If it is serious, it will damage the Feng Shui of the family, especially in the ancient times when the rules were strict. No small matter.

The people in Jiangcheng couldn't figure it out, but Tang Qisheng's eyes moved thoughtfully, "Could it be the disaster girl?"

Li Bai's face changed suddenly when he heard the words, but now that everyone had entered the mourning hall and was very close to the woman who was guarding the spirit, it was inconvenient to say some things.

The mourning hall was still the same, with many corpses placed on dozens of wooden shelves covered with a layer of white cloth, and the rancid smell wafting in the air rushed straight into the nostrils.

The strange woman who was guarding the spirit led them straight to the corner of the mourning hall, which was the brightest place in the entire mourning hall. There were many white candles, which were burning faintly, flickering on and off reflecting the tablets.

The people in Jiangcheng are no strangers to this place~www.wuxiamtl.com~ General Guo and the tablet of Mrs. Xian are all here.

The woman knelt devoutly in front of many memorial tablets, kowtowed three times, then stood up, and said indifferently to the people in Jiangcheng, "Kowtow."

Everyone didn't dare to be negligent, the fat man kowtowed 8 or 9 times in a row, after all, if you don't reach out to hit a smiling person, ghosts will more or less obey the rules.

After kowtowing, the woman guarding the spirit brought everyone to an open space, where a few dilapidated futons had already been placed, and everyone imitated the example and sat down cross-legged.

"Your task tonight is to replicate the scene 10 years ago, and dress up as the Marquis of Zhennan to steal the hydrangea from my lady's body," the woman said.

Yao, Shunyu deliberately made a cliché, so he deliberately sold a lake painting, "May I ask who your lady is..."

Unexpectedly, the woman ignored her at all, as if she didn't hear it, and continued: "At midnight tonight, my young lady will appear in the backyard of the shady mansion, and she will wear a hydrangea ball with my young lady's birthday in it. Find a way to steal the hydrangea, and your mission tonight will be over."