Nightmare Attack

"What...what dish?" You Qi was the closest, staring at the huge food container on the table, and his seemingly sturdy body trembled uncontrollably.

　　 Relatively speaking, as a rookie, although Chen Qiang's face was pale, he finally stabilized.

　　 He tightened his lips, looked at the food container on the table, and said nothing.

　　 No one answered You Qi's question. To be more precise, he was ignored. The indifferent young woman seemed to only understand the words of the middle-aged woman.

　　 "Squeak——"

　　 The lid of the box was slowly lifted, and strands of green veins appeared on the young woman's forehead. It is conceivable how difficult it is to open the lid of the box, and it takes her two hands to barely lift it.

　　 After seeing the contents of the food box, everyone's face changed, and after a while, the back of their heads felt cold.

　　 There are bowls of...blood in it!

　　 But not the bright red blood, but brownish, piece by piece, like tofu.

　　 There are 9 bowls in total, 4 in the front and 5 in the back, arranged closely together.

　　 "Hurry up and drink while it is hot." The middle-aged woman's voice did not fluctuate.

　　 "This is specially made by the young master for the doctors. I hope you will not let him down." The middle-aged woman stared at everyone coldly.

　　 Seeing this bowl of blood, everyone can't help but think of the tragic situation just seen.

　　 Tang Shirou was skinned, and his body was bloody.

　　The snow-white paper sedan was soaked in blood, and blood was dripping down from the bottom of the sedan.

　　 And now...

　　 "Grumbling." Teacher Liao Zhi swallowed fiercely, and a bowl of steamed blood appeared in front of them.

　　 The origin of these blood is almost certain.

　　 This is Tang Shirou's blood.

　　 Seeing that everyone hadn't moved, the middle-aged woman began to have dissatisfaction on her face.

　　 She violently pushed away the young woman who was in the way, stretched out her hand to take out a bowl from the food box, and placed it directly in front of You Qi.

　　 "Eat." The middle-aged woman showed a grim face and raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, "This is the kindness of the young master, how can you live up to the kindness of the young master!"

　　 The more she talked about it, the more angry she became. It seemed from the bottom of her heart that these doctors had failed her young master's goodwill.

　　 Poor You Qi can't tell, he looked at everyone with a cry for help.

　　 "Brother You." Looking at You Qi, Qin Jian persuaded in a very pitiful and very low voice: "Or...or just taste a little first, otherwise..."

　　 He gestured with his eyes to the middle-aged woman standing beside him, obviously reminding him.

　　 If he doesn’t eat, he might end up very badly.

　　 Under everyone's gaze, Yu Qi picked up the spoon, dug a small piece with trembling, and then slowly put it into his mouth slowly, his expression was more painful than eating poison.

　　 "How is it?" Teacher Liao Zhi asked first.

"No." You Qi suddenly raised his head, his face was filled with the joy of the rest of his life, "No, it's not a human..." When he said this, he stopped immediately, and then changed his statement: " It's duck blood, it's duck blood!!"

　　 Duck blood...

　　 Everyone's holding hearts are put back a little bit.

　　 Next, under the instruction of the middle-aged woman, the young woman walked around the table carrying a huge food container, and everyone reached out for a bowl of duck blood.

　　 The middle-aged woman is like a conscientious breeder in a zoo, staring her eyes and patrolling back and forth until everyone has eaten the duck blood in the bowl, and then she grinned and left contentedly.

　　 The young woman followed behind her, following her step by step, like a puppet.

　　 Before leaving, the middle-aged woman explained that there was no arrangement in the morning. They could move freely in the house, but don't go too far to avoid any trouble.

　　 As for what the trouble was, the middle-aged woman didn't say, and everyone didn't ask.

　　 I don’t know if I will be called to see Young Master Huang in the afternoon, so I have to come back before noon.

　　According to the estimation of the time in this world, they probably have more than one hour left.

　　 said long is not long, said short is not short.

　　 After the two middle-aged women disappeared completely, everyone got together again and began to discuss the next step.

　　 The level of weirdness of this copy is beyond imagination. Everyone decided to use the daytime to find clues as much as possible. After all, according to what the middle-aged woman said before, Young Master Huang does not go out during the day and only comes to the lake to sing at night.

　　 "The abandoned house where the sedan chair was parked, the stage, and the residence of Young Master Huang." Lifting his head, An Xuan continued, "There may be clues in these places, I'm afraid I have to look for them one by one."

　　 "There are also these subordinates in the Huangfu." Xia Meng looked at the direction of the middle-aged woman's disappearance, and added: "They are also very strange."

　　 "There are four places in total." Chen Qiang said: "Check one by one, I'm afraid it will be too late in time."

　　 Anxuan turned his head and looked at him and said: "In fact, it is not four places, but three places. The distance between the abandoned house and the stage is reasonable. If you hurry up, you will have time to come and go."

　　 Time is running out, and everyone is not talking anymore, because Xia Meng raised the issue with the subordinates of the Huang Mansion, so the three of them first followed the direction of the middle-aged woman's disappearance.

　　 Logically speaking, Tang Shirou is dead, leaving two wing rooms with a group of three people, and one group is responsible for one direction.

　　 But at this moment, there was a disagreement on how to get to the goal.

　　 Anxuan wanted to go to Huang Shaoye's residence to find out, but You Qi clearly opposed it.

　　 Although Qin Jian did not speak, his expression had already betrayed him. He was stared at from there, and let him go back...He doesn't have such a big heart.

　　 And the expression in his eyes looking at An Xuan has changed slightly. Tang Shirou is dead, An Xuan's hands...but there is no substitute for the dead ghost~www.wuxiamtl.com~Mr. An. "Qin Jian said suddenly: "I vaguely saw something strange near the stage last night," his tone and expression were very serious, "I want to go back and check. "

　　 Anxuan raised his eyes, his eyes were full of playfulness, and after a while, he said: "Since Mr. Qin has his own ideas, how can I be too strong?"

　　 The color of the Qinjian noodles does not change.

　　 "Is it inappropriate to go alone?" After a while, An Xuan turned and looked at the three people in Zuo Jing's group, which was self-evident.

　　 Everyone knows that there is no problem with An Xuan’s choice of place. As the residence of Young Master Huang, it is reasonable to hide clues, but it is strange that there are no clues.

　　 But... the danger there is also obvious.

　　 After all, the fact that Young Master Huang is a ghost is basically certain, and without permission, a stroll to Young Master Huang’s residence is estimated to be similar to visiting the Horror House, which is really a ghost.

　　 The most important thing is... or with someone with a ghost in his heart.

　　Everyone can see what An Xuan did, and he blatantly tied the newcomer to his side, and he didn't trust this person, which also accounted for a large part.

　　 Walking with him, I am afraid it is no different from seeking skin with a tiger.

　　 "I will go with you." Suddenly someone said.