Nightmare Attack

Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng, who was still lingering in the bed, was awakened by the fat man. Xia Meng took advantage of Jiang Cheng's effort to sit up and awake, and went to make up for another half an hour.

　　 When the sun rose completely, there was a sound of footsteps from far and near outside the door. Because of the seclusion of the house, the footsteps were very clear.

　　 "Doctors," the voice of the woman who led the way yesterday came from outside the door, "please come out for breakfast."

　　 When Jiangcheng opened the door sneakily, the middle-aged woman was standing outside the door, but the woman still held the dead face, like a actor who didn't receive a box lunch late at get off work.

　　 At this time, several people in Jiangcheng saw that the people in the other two rooms had also come out. They gathered together and looked at them, and they seemed to be talking in a low voice.

　　 Jiangcheng several people then let go of their hearts. They felt an uneasy atmosphere from their teammates, which shows that they also heard the weird singing last night.

　　 and not only heard by his party.

　　 This is very important.

　　The middle-aged woman took them for a distance along the lake. A bluestone road winded towards a pavilion on the lake.

　　 The pavilion is not deep into the lake, about a dozen meters from the shore. When they first arrived yesterday, they also noticed this quiet pavilion.

Inside the pavilion is a wooden square table with exquisite dishes, drinks and cakes, and a circle of chairs with backrests around the square table.

　　 When everyone was seated, the woman stood on the shore about ten meters away behind them, staring at it with incomprehensible eyes, as if she wanted to keep all these people in her heart.

　　 The dishes are very delicious, but in this line of sight, how can I be in the mood to eat it?

　　 Everyone glanced at each other, taking advantage of the timing of the meal, whispered about what happened last night.

　　 Sure enough, everyone heard the illusory singing, but what the fat man did not expect was...

　　 "You said someone was dancing on the lake?" Zuo Jing spoke. She didn't deliberately suppress her voice, and she acted a little suddenly.

　　 I don't know if he was frightened by Zuo Jing's sudden tone, or if he hadn't been relieved from last night's fright. In short, Tang Shirou's face, who was already trembling, turned pale now, as if his blood had faded.

"Yes...Yes," she gritted her teeth and said, "I looked out curiously after hearing the sound last night, and it turned out...I saw a figure on the lake. Let's dance."

　　 should have recalled the weird scene at that time, Tang Shirou's tongue was shaking.

　　 The fat man looked at An Xuan subconsciously, but found that the latter was lowering his head, slowly eating the dishes on the plate, and there was a bowl of steaming soup next to the plate.

　　 "What kind of figure?" Xia Meng asked.

　　 "I don't know," Tang Shirou shook her head, "I really don't know, it's foggy outside, I only saw a vague figure, but...but it should be a woman."

　　 "The figure...the figure is very thin, looks very thin." She added eagerly.

　　 Everyone heard the singing of last night, they can fully understand Tang Shirou's fear at the moment, and...they look at Tang Shirou deliberately or unintentionally, they have already brought a bit of pity that is not easily noticeable.

　　As a newcomer, her mission is over.

　　 Although being the first to see a ghost does not necessarily mean the first to die, but the possibility should be the greatest, and according to her description, I am afraid the story of this ghost...

　　 "Doctors," a ghostly voice suddenly came from not far away, and everyone immediately looked towards the shore. The middle-aged woman was standing there, her posture unchanged.

　　 "Please come with me after the meal." Her voice was flat and cold, like a repeater, which made everyone feel very uncomfortable. "Housekeeper Zhou is still waiting for you, saying that there is something to explain."

　　 After leaving with the middle-aged woman, they walked a considerable distance. About 10 minutes later, they stopped in a larger courtyard, which was obviously more elegant than where they lived.

　　 In the courtyard, three people have stopped here long ago.

Headed by 　　 is a short middle-aged man, his small eyes are slightly narrowed, his nose is hooked, his beard has a horoscope, his face is narrow and long, and his length is very distinctive, but his clothes are obviously much more gorgeous than those of his colleagues.

　　 Another younger woman and a murderous man like a goddess who I saw only yesterday followed the middle-aged man.

　　 "This should be Steward Zhou. Everyone pays attention to his words and actions." When there was still some distance from the middle-aged man, the mature and respectful Qin Jian said in a low voice.

　　 Just like yesterday, a group of people slowly stood in front of the crowd, without any emotion on their faces.

　　 "My surname is Zhou, I am the housekeeper of Master Huang's house. I am responsible for all the food and clothing of the doctors here." The housekeeper Zhou has stiff facial muscles, and a strange aura is exuding all over his body.

　　 The butler Zhou ignored everyone's reactions, and then went on to say that from his mouth, everyone probably understood the time and background of this mission.

　　 Chen Qiang was right, this is indeed the Song Dynasty.

　　 The owner of this house was surnamed Huang. He used to be a well-known local tea merchant. After he made enough money, he donated a miscellaneous official.

Because he is kind and willing to help the poor, he was awarded the title of Huang Dashan, which belongs to the category that has a very good reputation in the local ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But good people have no rewards, but Huang's only son has suffered a lot. This is a rare type of madness, mad all day long, locked himself in the attic, no one sees, and...

　　 Saying this, Housekeeper Zhou suddenly paused, then raised his head, and looked at them one by one with a strange look. Everyone who was scanned by the line of sight had a strange feeling of penetration by light.

　　 "You guys...did you hear any strange noises last night?" Mr. Zhou asked suddenly.

　　 "No," An Xuan answered this question on behalf of everyone. He nodded slightly, behaving very naturally and said: "We were all tired yesterday, so we slept very early."

After hearing this answer, the corner of Mrs. Zhou’s mouth suddenly turned upwards, and his slightly squinted eyes became more elusive. “That’s it,” he suddenly smiled, “I didn’t disturb the doctors to rest. That’s naturally the best. good."

　　 "Housekeeper Zhou, what are you talking about?" An Xuan blinked in confusion, "What disturbs us to rest?"

Coupled with that elegant appearance, An Xuan belongs to the kind of people who are very easy to gain the favor of others, and even trust. Of course, it is only for people like Tang Shirou. For people like Jiangcheng Xiameng, Mao No use.

But I don't know why, Zhou Guanjiaran really explained, "Since the madness, the young master has a very weird hobby," he stared at An Xuan, and said slowly: "He only comes out at night to sing on the lake. "