Nightmare Attack

It can be seen that everyone is very interested in Fatty's self-introduction, a truck driver who is not an orphan...sounds like a hidden story.

"Okay," An Xuan said with a sigh of relief, "It seems that this mission should be the only people like us. If everyone has no objections, let's go for a walk."

Seemingly thinking of something, An Xuan's expression became a little strange. He paused for a while and continued: "I have briefly communicated with the guys here before, and what they say will be strange."

It's okay not to say something, but everyone is curious about it.

"Why is it strange?" someone asked.

"Um... the tone, the wording," An Xuan thought for a while, "there is also the writing logic, which is a little different from what we had contacted before."

The group left the room and went down the stairs. The old wooden stairs made an embarrassing sound.

Unlike Tang Shirou, who blinked her big eyes and looked around, imagined that the costumes worn by the group of them did not arouse the curiosity of the people around them.

People come and go, almost no one notices them, as if ignoring their existence.

"Guests," a second before they were about to leave the shop, a dude with a black rag on his shoulder and a shrewd look blocked their way.

A few people looked at each other, and finally An Xuan asked indifferently: "Something?"

The man smiled flatteringly, and then said: "This morning the butler at the Old Master Huang’s mansion sent a messenger. At that time, the guest officers were not awake, and did not dare to bother, so he ordered the junior staff to wait for the guest officers to wake up and guide you to the mansion. The way."

coming......

Hearing that everyone's eyes have changed. It seems that the guy in front of them is the NPC in this mission, whose role is to stop them from jumping out of the shop and guide them to the next mission location.

"Master Huang," You Qiwen asked in a huff: "Which Master Huang?"

"Guest, please don't make fun of me," the man lowered his posture. "Apart from Huang Dashan, Master Huang, where is there a second Master Huang in the whole town?"

An Xuan didn't talk nonsense, glanced outside the door, and said, "Please lead the way."

Following the guidance of the guy, a few people left the hotel and just walked out the door, everything suddenly became clear, and there was a quaint town in front of them.汜 minus bⅹшⅹ●С〇汜

The streets are full of pedestrians wearing ancient costumes. On both sides are homes of shops, restaurants, hostels like the ones that just left, and smaller rows of rice cloth.

But most of them are still scattered stalls on the street.

A man pushing a wooden wheeled trolley and a sugar haws vendor had a dispute, surrounded by a circle of people watching the excitement. The two of them wore a lot more run-down than ordinary people, their faces were yellow and thin, as if they hadn't eaten a full meal for a long time. meal.

Such a town is accompanied by such a person, and the two echoes, which is very suitable for the situation.

Standing next to the fat man, Chen Qiang blinked slowly, carefully looking at everything around him, his eyes gleaming with unknown light.

"Song Dynasty." He said softly.

"What Song Dynasty?" Liao Zhi, a teacher with very good ears, murmured, "I think it is similar in ancient times."

"It's not the same," Chen Qiang explained in a low voice, "The architectural style of the Song Dynasty is unique and gentle. The roof ridges and corners have the tendency to rise. It is not as strong as the Tang Dynasty style, and it is less rigid than the subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. Kind of agile."

When it comes to this topic, Chen Qiang seems a lot bolder. Sacrifice as 9duxs.com Sacrifice as

After hearing the words, everyone couldn't help looking at him in surprise.

"What major did you study?" Xia Meng asked suddenly.

"Architecture, the main direction of architectural history."

Straight across the street, they came to a large house. At this time, the door was closed. No one in the group planned to knock on the door, so they could only walk around the courtyard wall.

After walking another distance, everyone turned into a small alley. A wooden door was opened in the deeper part of the alley.

The wooden door is not big, probably only enough for two people to walk side by side.

Looking from a distance, three people stood beside the wooden door.

One man and two women.

The man was about 40 years old, born with thick eyebrows, strong Kong Wu, dressed in coarse linen, with fierce eyes, standing by the wooden door, like a door god.

The two women looked average, and their expressions were not that rich. The older woman held a swaggering paper fan in her hand and did not sway. The other stood quietly, her eyes hollow, as if she had lost her soul.

The mutation happened when a group of people walked in front of the three of them. The pupils of the three of them focused almost at the same time, looking at Jiang Cheng and the others.

"Housekeeper Zhou has been waiting for a long time," the middle-aged woman holding a paper fan said with a stern look, her eyes swept over everyone as she spoke, "Doctors, please come with me."

doctor......

Everyone's eyes began to change, and it seemed that in this ancient copy, their identities were doctors.

Everyone remained silent, as the middle-aged woman walked into the house from the side door, the scenery kept changing along the way, the pavilions and pavilions really opened everyone's eyes.

If it weren't for the atmosphere of the task to be pressed on the body like a mountain, it would be a good opportunity to relax.

"arrive."

The middle-aged woman stopped, turned around and said: "I'm sorry you doctors stay here first, the master is still resting, I will ask the doctors to check the pulse later."

"Everything I use is in the wing~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and they are all arranged according to your preferences. Someone will call you for dinner." After a pause, the woman continued, holding the dead face, "Hey, my lord. Quiet, the house is always deserted and there are few rooms for people. Please stay in the wing at night and don’t walk around, so as not to disturb you."

The middle-aged woman turned around and left after speaking.

"Wait," An Xuan stretched out his hand, took the woman's arm, and asked with a smile: "Where's housekeeper Zhou? We have just arrived, so don't let the host wait for a long time."

The middle-aged woman stared at An Xuan with a strange look, without emotion, as if she was looking at a dead object.

As if in hindsight, An Xuan smiled and let go of his hand.

"Housekeeper Zhou has something to do temporarily, so I can't come for the time being," the middle-aged woman's voice did not fluctuate at all, like an old repeater.

"That's really embarrassing and presumptuous."

After the middle-aged woman left, everyone began to look around. They were located by a pond, said to be a pond, but the area was not much larger than that of a smaller lake.

This shows how rich the owner of this mansion is.

This Master Huang was afraid that either he had done some big business, or he had been under the shadow of his ancestors, and he had become an adjutant before he was free.

It is located in the depths of the old house, deep and secluded, with only the fragrance of flowers but no birdsong. In other words, even if what really happened here, the outside would not know. Mi He Mi

"You were too reckless just now," Qin Jian, a mature and respectful person, walked over, looking at An Xuan with a pair of eyes, half reproach and half worry in his eyes, "Do you know what that woman comes from?"

"Blame me, I was too impatient," An Xuan also apologized for his previous reckless behavior.

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