Nightmare Attack

Hearing everyone's footsteps, You Qi's face suddenly changed, "The young master I saw was lying down."

　　 After a while, everyone who had already settled down fell into panic again. After checking, a very terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone.

　　 Young Master Huang's posture...constantly changing.

　　As the number of people entering increases, it presents an increasingly bizarre posture.

　　 You Qi was the first to go upstairs. The young master Huang he saw was lying on the bed.

　　Master Liao Zhi is the second one. He saw Young Master Huang lying on his stomach.

　　 The third is a woman named Zuo Jing. The answer she gave was that the young master Huang she saw was leaning against the bed.

　　 An Xuan was the fourth, but he was hanging far behind the team at the moment, with Tang Shirou who was unconscious on his back, and Qin Jian was not far away from him.

　　 Because Tang Shirou never woke up, she also became the only person who didn't wear a costume.

　　 And An Xuan seems to also intend to reduce Tang Shirou's contact with the others, and firmly control her in her own hands.

　　 No one chose to alarm them, everyone turned their attention to Jiangcheng.

　　 After all, what Xia Meng, who was ranked fifth, had seen was already clear. According to her, Young Master Huang had already sat up at that time.

　　 "He was half squatting there," Jiang Cheng said, and imitated it as he remembered, only to see him bend his knees slightly and lean forward, giving people the feeling of accumulating energy.

　　 Especially Jiang Cheng's self-assertive grinned grin, filling everyone's imagination of the scene behind the curtain.

　　 "Whoo!" He suddenly took a step towards the teacher Liao Zhi who seemed to be falling into a certain imagination so that his face was pale, scared that his hair stood up, and he almost screamed.

　　 "Are you sick?" Teacher Liao Zhi trembled very poorly and said, "If you weren't the second to last one, I would suspect that you are pretending to be a ghost."

　　As soon as I said this, it seemed that the last layer of window paper had been pierced, and everyone subconsciously looked at the Qin slips that were behind.

　　 At this moment, his black coat is shaking in the wind, it looks so dazzling.

　　 Everyone's eyes became more exciting.

　　 Before leaving, the middle-aged women took away their original clothes. Now they can only bite the bullet and wear these cumbersome and weird costumes. It feels weird to walk.

　　 In Jiang Cheng's words, the air leaks from time to time below.

　　 He licked his face and asked if Xia Meng felt the air leak, but when the latter stared back, he patted his **** and turned around to harass Zuo Jing.

　　 It was almost noon when I returned to the place where I lived. Although the sun was shining and it was warm, everyone's expressions were still serious when they thought of what happened before.

　　 The middle-aged woman left a sentence for lunch in the pavilion and left.

　　 She looked slow, but her speed was very fast, giving people an erratic and weird feeling. After a few blinks, she disappeared.

　　 Looking at the direction of the middle-aged woman's disappearance, the fat man couldn't help poking his saliva secretly.

　　 walked along the lake and came to the previous pavilion. Sure enough, all the previous meals were cleaned up, and a new table was replaced. Lunch was much richer than breakfast.

　　 There is a fish in the middle position.

　　 There is a bowl of fish soup in the place of each person's bowls and chopsticks, and the temperature is just right when he touches it with his hands.

　　 Jiangcheng squinted slightly, the meticulous level of the servants in the Huang Mansion even made him feel like he was still at home and the fat man was serving him.

　　 The fish soup has a thick white texture and smells very delicious.

　　 "This fish soup... smells so good," Tang Shirou said. Not long ago, An Xuan didn't know how to wake her up. She was helped by An Xuan to walk all the way.

　　 The relationship between the two seemed very strong, An Xuan whispered to her from time to time, she listened very carefully, and nodded from time to time.

　　 Anxuan smiled very gentlemanly, "Miss Tang, you are weak, it doesn't matter if you drink more fish soup," he said, gently placing his bowl in front of Tang Shirou.

　　 and with a petting look, watched her take a sip.

　　 swallowed, the fat man stared at the fish soup in front of him and did not dare to move.

　　 Although the fish soup is delicious, life is the most important thing in the final analysis, and he once worked in a restaurant knows that this fish soup... is too delicious.

　　 is the kind of deliciousness that does not need to be tasted, but only depends on the sense of smell.

　　 He secretly poked and glanced at the doctor, and found that the doctor hadn't touched the soup either.

Xia Meng sat opposite him. From his point of view, he could just see Xia Meng's gaze, just as if he looked straight behind him, and behind him... was a azure blue lake. .

　　 Fatty immediately understood, I am afraid everyone is worried that this fish was fished out of the lake.

　　 "Ahem..." Someone cleared his cough twice.

　　 Master Liao Zhi stretched out his hand to pick up the vegetables and shivered. The chopsticks were almost frightened, and he put it back in a desperate manner.

　　Don't blame him, after all, it was Qin Jian who was in a mourning coughing sound. At this moment, he was sitting there with a solemn expression like a dead man.

　　 No one spoke up, Qin Jian lowered his voice, and said to himself: "Everyone, I went to see a doctor for Huang Shaoye today, but did you find anything unusual?"

　　 "Abnormal? Are you the biggest anomaly, okay?" The fat man thought in his heart, but his face was very well-behaved.

　　 Qin Jian's gaze swept over the crowd slowly, and it seemed that there was something to be said.

　　 "Mr. Qin," An Xuan put down his chopsticks and stared at him quietly. After the latter's eyes fell on him, he continued to speak, "Did you find something?"

　　 threw the other party's question back intact~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This An Xuan was a good Tai Chi.

　　 clicked on the desktop with a finger, Qin Jian asked calmly: "Have you ever heard of "Jiaohongji"?"

　　 "Mr. What do you...what do you mean?" Tang Shirou asked, blinking after two bowls of fish soup had been drained.

　　 "You mean the opera that Young Master Huang sang just now?" You Qi's voice was dull.

　　 "Exactly."

　　 "Why didn't you say it before?" Zuo Jing's voice seemed a little abrupt, she stared at Qin Jian's eyes without any shy, "We also heard the sound of singing last night, why didn't you say it this morning, you have to wait until now?"

　　As soon as he said this, the atmosphere on the dining table suddenly became tense. When she spoke to a guy who was most likely a ghost, she was... tired of life?

　　 almost subconsciously, the teacher Liao Zhi who was shrinking next to her immediately distanced herself from her, lest she would endanger Chi Yu.

"Last night's singing was too vague. I only heard it familiar, but I was not sure. It was not until just now, after close contact, that I thoroughly heard the lyrics, and I was sure that what Huang Shaoye sang was "Jiaohongji"." Qin Jane's answer was perfect.

　　 ""Jiaohongji" sounds like a story," Xia Meng said along the way: "I also bother Mr. Qin to talk to us juniors about the meaning of it."