Nightmare Attack

Xia Meng walked over and sat on a wooden chair in front of the red curtain.

　　 The wooden bed has a wide frame, but the carving is very delicate, with dark patterns on it, and the characters come alive in their eyes with a smile.

　　 The palm of the outstretched hand is facing upwards, and the wrist rests on a piece of jade lotus root rolled up with silk cloth. On the silk cloth, two mandarin ducks playing in the water are embroidered with gold and silver colored threads.

　　 Plain white wrists, long slender fingers, nice nails are kept intact, and light blue blood vessels in the wrists are faintly emerging. This is a pair of very nice hands.

　　 Xia Meng took a breath slowly. In her eyes, such a hand should belong to a woman.

　　 She raised her head and stared at the figure behind the curtain. Although the distance was very close, the falling curtain was like a barrier, blocking her prying eyes.

　　 Lift up the curtain to find out, but she dare not after all.

　　 Learning the pulse diagnosis of the ancients, she put her fingers on the wrist of this hand, and the touch was slightly cold, but part of the reason should be that she was relatively nervous.

　　 A weak pulse came along the fingertips, which comforted her a bit.

　　 "Young Master Huang," she asked in a calm voice, "Your pulse condition is relatively vain, but you haven't rested well recently?"

　　 After a while——

　　 "Seeing her rising from a tall building, good things often fall short, how many beautiful women mismatched a mandarin duck puppet. The life of the couple is in a row, and it is difficult to force it. How many happy affections will end?"

　　 A voice of drama rang, and almost immediately, Xia Meng confirmed that this voice was the voice of opera singing from the lake last night, because it was the same sadness and resentment, the same... weird.

　　 If Mr. Huang is crazy according to what Mr. Zhou said, then the questions and answers are normal. Anyway, it is impossible to treat him with medical skills in this mission.

　　Even if they can cure the disease, they can only cure the heart disease.

　　 After steadying his mind, Xia Meng continued to ask: "Young Master Huang, can you still keep the prescription we prescribed for you last time?"

　　 "How many phoenixes and phoenixes reward the phoenixes? How many purple swallows and yellow orioles mistakenly call Tao? Meeting each other, life and happiness are always double cultivation. Asking God, it will be uncomfortable to be afraid of no distinction."

　　 Now Xia Meng understands why everyone looks awkward when they come down. No matter what they ask, the other party only responds with lyrics, without any useful information at all.

　　 Although she can't tell the origin of these lyrics, she probably means that she can still hear some of them. It's nothing more than the meaning of life and death between men and women.

　　 Young Master Huang is still a kind of love when I want to come.

　　 After thinking for a while, she quickly stood up, and said to Huang Shaoye, who was motionless, "Huang Shaoye, take a good rest, I'll leave."

When she walked quickly to the stairs, the chants behind her rang again, this time more resentful than before, "But if you have a concentric child, die in the same hole, and live in the same home, you will be the same as the branches and the grave. Happy heart..."

　　 Xia Meng immediately quickened her pace, and almost left as if she was fleeing. She keenly felt that the drama had come to a climax, and more importantly...the mood of the singer had also changed.

　　 from sadness and sorrow... gradually becoming hysterical.

　　 Until she completely left, the depression that enveloped her heart disappeared. Huang Shaoye's lyrics seemed to have a strange magic power, and every sentence seemed to be a stone on her heart.

　　 makes people very uncomfortable.

　　 It seems that things are more complicated than she thought. The costume may be just a gimmick. It only determines the order. It is the lyrics that are really fatal.

　　 Maybe... Maybe when the play reaches its climax, then the player standing in front of Young Master Huang will be in danger.

　　 Young Master Huang will become a ghost, but it's still unknown.

Judging from the situation just now, the situation is not optimistic. Young Master Huang may run away at any time, and her next person... as she walked down the stairs, she raised her head and a figure in a white costume dangled. Came over.

　　It is Jiangcheng...

　　 "Uh-huh." When passing by Xia Meng's side, he still whispered.

"He can't die right now," thought Xia Meng, who secretly clenched his fist, "Although this person has a terrible personality and shamelessness, but he has very good skills and brains. For this time, she has prepared. With three hole cards played, Jiang Cheng is one of them."

　　 "If he could die with the crimson, it would be perfect," Xia Meng stared at his back and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

　　 But when Xia Meng was about to turn his head and leave, the sound of footsteps rang again, and it was very brisk. After a while, Jiang Cheng ran down the stairs.

　　 Less than 10 seconds before or after.

　　 "How are you..." Xia Meng opened her eyes slightly.

　　 The others looked at Jiang Cheng as if they saw a ghost.

　　 "Young Master Huang said the next one," Jiang Cheng yelled and then slipped back into the crowd without even introducing himself.

　　 "Mr. Hao," An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng with a strange expression on his face and the same tone, coldly as if he had changed someone, "Did you...forgot something?"

　　 "Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng poked his head out from behind, "My name is Hao Shuai, I'm a model, and I work in the night shift..."

　　 "It's alright," An Xuan waved his hand, "It's okay."

　　 Now everyone looked at Jiang Cheng's eyes and became relieved. He couldn't be a ghost. No ghost would speak like this. If there is, they will recognize it even if it is dead.

　　The next person in Jiangcheng is Qin Jian, probably because of his clothes, he is particularly unconfident about himself, and almost fell when he walked up the stairs.

　　 Jiangcheng squinted, staring at Qin Jian's back, something flashed in his eyes.

　　 The fat man seemed to see something. He first looked at Qin Jian, then turned his head, pretending to look at the doctor casually, and a special feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

　　 About a few minutes later, Qin Jian walked down tremblingly.

　　 But after going downstairs, he managed to squeeze out a smiling face~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After answering the question of identity, he immediately walked back into the crowd.

　　 He seems to be particularly afraid of being alone.

　　 And the next person after Qin Jian is Chen Qiang.

　　 It can be seen that Chen Qiang is quite nervous. He pinched the hem of the white shirt with one hand, and even pulled the clothes out of shape, but his face was very firm.

　　 is like a soldier going to the battlefield in the next moment.

　　 Under everyone's gaze, he breathed out slowly, then walked out of the crowd and walked towards the stairs.

　　 "The son is tired, you doctors will leave today." The middle-aged woman who had been quiet for a long time suddenly said.

　　 Chen Qiang's body stopped abruptly, and then, he shuddered slightly, the fat man looked in his eyes, and he was relieved for the young man.

　　On the way back, the middle-aged woman led the way from a distance, and the rest of them had a chance to gather together and discuss what had just happened.

"That young master is too wicked," Shi Liao Zhi whispered as he walked: "Lying down there seems to have no bones. I can't understand a word of what I sing, and I don't dare to listen, but listen. The tone is exactly the same as last night!"

　　 "Fortunately, I can be sure that the young master is a human," he comforted himself and said, "A human is better than anything."

　　 "Lie there?" Xia Meng suddenly turned her head and blinked, "Isn't he sitting?"