Nightmare Attack

Ever since they came to Wugong Village, the sky here has been drowsy, and the mountains and forests in the distance are filled with mist, and what happened one after another made everyone breathless.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in such a place, and when the villagers who came to help left, they were the only ones left here.

The last one to go out was the old woman. She took Li Bai's hand, and her fingers as thick as tree bark rubbed back and forth on the back of Li Bai's hand. Although Li Bai repelled it from the bottom of his heart, he didn't show it on his face.

"It's so good, it's so good!" The old woman's cloudy eyes were full of emotion, "My granddaughter was only your age when she left, and she looked more handsome than you, but she..."

As if worried that the old woman would say something wrong, the rest of the people hurriedly pulled her away, and the middle-aged woman who had met before came up and warned: "I will remind you again, you must close the door at night, if a stranger calls the door Don't answer, you strangers who are new here don't know how powerful it is, those evil cultivators are no joke, there are already many people in the village who are in trouble."

Facing the kindness of the middle-aged woman, Jiang Cheng accepted everything, and at the same time said gratefully: "Please rest assured, Brother Fuqing has already emphasized it many times."

"By the way, there is one more thing. You don't have to keep the door open for Xiuling at night. She won't come back. Hey! It's so pitiful to say it. Although she is a woman, she can be regarded as her grandfather's only relative. At night she You have to guard Grandpa's spiritual seat and talk with him." The woman sighed sadly after she finished speaking.

"It should be, let's do a filial piety." Jiang Cheng was very reasonable.

Hearing such an answer, the middle-aged woman seemed to be satisfied. Before she left, she did not forget to take a deep look at Li Bai, as if hoping to take her away with her.

Watching these people go away, Jiang Cheng closed the courtyard door, and the group returned to the room. Jiang Cheng told about the painting. Even though he didn't exaggerate, this incident really shocked everyone, especially Li Bai, who was the person involved. Now recalling the way those people looked at her and caring for her too much... everything turned out to be like this, and the next second Li Bai couldn't help shivering.

"Li Bai, don't be afraid, we're here." The fat man couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw Li Bai's pale face.

But the fat man's consolation was obviously not convincing, and finally Jiang Cheng spoke. She looked at Li Bai and said, "You should rest now, and don't go to sleep later. around you."

Squeezing the hard object in his pocket, Jiang Cheng sighed, "The fake grandpa found Fatty last night. I think it's because of this wooden sign. I hope... I can see him tonight."

Fatty has a carefree personality, he was so worried and scared last night, but actually he doesn't remember much useful information, it would be much better if he were in Jiangcheng.

Now Jiangcheng still has a few points to ask Fatty to confirm, "After you woke up last night, apart from us disappearing, did the nearby objects or scenery change?"

Fatty recalled what he saw last night, and slowly shook his head, "The room is nothing but darkness, but I vaguely remember that the village gave me a different feeling, it seems...it seems more dilapidated, and there is a faint smell. Ruowu’s sense of depression is not because of the fake grandpa, but something else, in the direction of the village.”

"The direction of the village..."

Jiang Cheng thought of the returning funeral procession. That procession came out of the village and brought back the real grandpa who had been resurrected from the dead.

They carried the fake grandpa's body outside the village, but brought the real grandpa back from the village. What's the mystery behind this?

Having a headache from thinking about it, Jiang Cheng stretched out **** and kneaded his temples to refresh himself. He asked Tang Qisheng to wrap a copy of the remaining incense ash and take it with him, it would be useful to him.

There are so many clues now, and there will be no results if we continue to discuss. This night, everyone did not separate, and they all gathered in one room. Zhang Zhang's faces are reflected brightly.

Because he might have to see the fake grandpa tonight, Jiang Cheng checked his belongings and then fell asleep. The voices of everyone talking became smaller and smaller, and Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

"Jiangcheng."

"Jiangcheng."

…

In the Mimi Lake, Jiangcheng heard someone calling his name, and then his heart ached, and he woke up suddenly. He held his heart, and it felt hard there.

It's that wooden sign!

But how did the wooden sign that was originally in his pocket get to his heart?

Moreover, the candles and the fire in the room were extinguished at some point, and the room was gloomy, and he was the only living person left.

But with the fat man's experience, he didn't panic, and looked up at the window. Sure enough, there was a slightly hunchbacked shadow on the thin window paper.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Accompanied by the sound of coughing, the shadow reflected on the window paper trembled violently like ripples, as if the lungs would be coughed out in the next second.

Jiang Cheng's eyes tightened, he knew it was the fake grandpa who came, the martial arts master who died in the martial arts village came looking for him, their guess was right, it was because of this wooden sign!

As if knowing that Jiang Cheng was awake, the fake grandpa turned around and walked towards the courtyard door. Jiang Cheng pushed open the door. He didn't chase after the fake grandpa immediately, but walked quickly to the fake grandpa's room, the door was ajar , just like what they saw in the afternoon, the painting is still hanging on the wall, but the fake grandpa in the painting has disappeared at this moment, giving people the feeling that the fake grandpa has just stepped off the painting.

At the same time, other locations on the painting were covered by a layer of gray mist, and even Xiuling's figure was hidden in the mist.

Jiang Cheng was keenly aware that ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ this mist was actually very similar to the mysterious mist they saw in the forest outside the village.

He already knew that there was something wrong with the painting, and Jiang Cheng had more important things to do here. He stretched out his hand cautiously, intending to turn the painting over. He wanted to see if the real grandpa was still on the painting, but in the next second, His back felt cold, and he saw a calloused hand holding the painting.

Turning around, Jiang Cheng was facing the fake grandpa's black mouth. Cracks appeared on the fake grandpa's stiff face, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Is it preventing me from turning this painting over because it would be dangerous?"

Jiang Cheng couldn't be sure, but soon the fake grandpa took stiff steps and walked outside. Jiang Cheng stared at the fake grandpa's shoes for a while, then took out the incense ash from his pocket, took a few quick steps and sprinkled them in front of the fake grandpa. The fake grandpa completely ignored it and stepped on it, leaving a clear shoe print on it.

"Aren't these ghosts?" Jiang Cheng frowned, "What is that ghost hiding in the mist?"

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