Nightmare Attack

I saw that there was light in another room not far away, and what was even more weird was that through the window paper, a figure could be seen inside.

The figure was hoisted high, and the stiff body was constantly swaying. The sound of "creaking, crunching" that woke him up was made in this way. The fat man's face changed in fright, because that room was Zhang Qizheng's hanging. Dead room!

"What's the situation?" The fat man asked tremblingly, "Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang is alive again?"

No one answered, everyone was sure that Zhang Qizheng was completely dead, and Jiangcheng and the others had put down his body, but what the **** is hanging on it now, everyone couldn't be sure.

Later, a more terrifying scene appeared. The hanging shadow actually moved. It was not the kind of body swinging by the wind, but raised its arm, and broke the hanging rope a few times, and then " "Dong", the figure fell to the ground.

In the next second, the fire in the room was extinguished, and the entire courtyard fell into darkness again. It was not entirely accurate to say that it was darkness, and there was still a little strange light left.

A few seconds later, the sound of door shaft friction ripped through the silent night.

"Squeak—"

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, the fat man's heart was in his throat, they were waiting, waiting for the next footsteps, and now they had abandoned their illusions, the ghost in the room was obviously coming for them.

But after waiting for a long time, there was a dead silence outside.

Jiang Cheng stood sideways behind the door, looking out through the gap. The courtyard was foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly after losing the only light. He straightened his body a little, and his vision was limited through the crack of the door. There is an open hole in the position, shaped like a cat's eye, through which you can look out.

But now everyone can't figure it out. Judging from the sound, the ghost just opened the door after getting off the hanging rope, and then stood behind the door without moving. Why?

"Could it be that it can't leave the room?" Zhu Jie asked in a very small voice.

But it was too far-fetched to frighten them with such a big fanfare, fire, and hanging.

At this time, Jiang Cheng keenly noticed that the surroundings seemed to be a little different, and he couldn't explain the feeling, as if...it was darker.

Originally, there was still some dim light in the room, but now... the fat man couldn't bear it any longer. He slowly stood up, wanting to look out through the hole, but the moment he leaned in, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize that What, suddenly covered the fat man's mouth with his hand, and then pushed him back.

In the next second, a horrifying scene appeared for everyone. A finger was suddenly inserted through the hole. The fat man broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Jiang Cheng with grateful eyes. A finger would be inserted into his eye socket.

The finger fumbled for a while stiffly, but found nothing, and then slowly retracted it. Jiang Cheng also secretly thanked himself. Fortunately, he had a quick reaction. He just realized that the light in the room was much darker. It was because the dim light coming in through the crack of the door was blocked by something.

This ghost has come out of the room and is standing outside their door!

It's just that Jiang Cheng didn't expect this guy to walk without sound.

Tang Qisheng stared at the position of the hole, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and made a few gestures in mid-air. Jiang Cheng saw clearly that what he wrote was a character.

Zhang Qizheng's Zhang.

"boom!"

The door shook violently.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Across the door, everyone could think of the movement of that cold palm patting on the door, and the corpse outside was knocking on the door.

The knock on the door lasted for a while, and when everyone was tense and even prepared for the door to be broken open and the corpse to fight for life and death, the knock on the door stopped suddenly, and then the extremely stiff footsteps sounded, and the corpse stepped forward. He walked away step by step with heavy steps, and heard the sound of walking towards the courtyard door.

Shao Tong looked at Jiang Cheng and asked the most crucial question, "Is this a dream or the reality of this world?"

"It's a dream, I... I remember this feeling." Fatty replied without thinking, and there was such a decadent aura floating everywhere in the dream of meeting the fake grandpa.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and nodded, "It's a dream."

Among all the people, only Fatty Jiangcheng and the two had fallen asleep, so everyone had no other choice. Taking advantage of the sound of footsteps, Jiang Cheng walked a little further away and gently opened the door.

There was fog outside the door, but the visibility was not as bad as imagined. A burst of unexplained light enveloped the world. The moment the door opened, everyone seemed to have come to another world. After a distance, they finally saw He arrived at the figure hidden in the mist.

With silver hair, a hunchback, and an unnaturally slanted neck, Zhang Qizheng was undoubtedly Zhang Qizheng who had been dead for a long time. Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Qizheng walked stiffly to the gate of the courtyard, and then picked up a stick that was stuck behind the gate. The wooden stick was raised high with both hands, and it was smashed towards the gate of the courtyard.

This can't be seen by everyone, without the wooden stick on the back, the courtyard door is not locked at all, it only needs to be pulled lightly to open, but in the suspicious eyes of everyone, only one person is different, Jiang Cheng looked at Zhang Qizheng Lifting the wooden stick seems to be holding a huge weapon, especially the fierce momentum of slashing down, this scene seems familiar.

Searching the depths of his memory, there were not many scenes that left a deep impression on him. The fragments of memory were pieced together little by little, and finally, he thought of it.

It was in a skyscraper, in a dark corridor, the midnight killer slammed the ax behind him!

If Wu hadn't blocked the blow for him, he would have died.

And he also treasured this picture into the album.

"What did you think of?"

Shao Tong's voice rang in his ears~www.wuxiamtl.com~ instantly pulled him back to reality, and Zhang Qizheng, who had acted like the Midnight Murderer, had already dropped his wooden stick and walked out shaking.

Jiang Cheng's control over facial expressions has already reached the point of perfection. He had a gloomy face and said in a low voice: "Everyone, be careful, there is something on this corpse's back."

Tang Qisheng couldn't help becoming nervous, "What is it?"

Jiang Cheng's expression became more and more tense, "It's the fake grandpa. The fake grandpa is lying on his back. I saw it when he waved the stick just now, but..."

Looking at Zhang Qizheng, who was gradually receding from the back, and Jiangcheng, who was hesitant to speak, Zhu Jie couldn't help but urge, "When is the time, just speak up if you have something to say."

"I'm not sure, but I really saw it. It should be the fake grandpa's body, but why...why does he have a Xiuling face?" Jiang Cheng's tone suddenly became gloomy.

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