Nightmare Attack

The wing room was not big, and Qin Jian was cold at first glance.

No painting!

Where did the painting go?

How could it be that they hid the painting? Qin Jian quickly analyzed it in his mind.

No, it's impossible. You know that there is a problem when you look at the painting, let alone touch it, even if you look at it a few more times, you don't know what big trouble it will cause.

They dare not.

Could it be that... Qin Jian's heart sighed, it's a painting... it's gone!

He disappeared after Chen Xiaomeng came to find him!

Otherwise, why didn't she let her in the house for the second time?

I was worried that I found that the painting was missing.

Everything makes sense now.

This is a trap.

They don't know what means they used to turn the ghost's attention to themselves, and now... it is him who is being stared at by the ghost!

Oops......

But those few words they said...

Qin Jian's ears moved, and there was a sound of extremely fast footsteps outside the door, and he rushed straight here. In a hurry, he saw a small crack in the back window, and immediately pushed it open and turned it out.

"Huh—" The fat man who opened the door let out a long sigh, and then said in a bandit voice: "Big brother, no one."

"That can't be taken lightly." Jiang Cheng walked in at a pace that his six relatives did not recognize, and then sat down on a chair, "Qin Jian that old man is not so foolish."

"How is the sixth side?"

"Don't worry, brother." The fat man said with a smile, "Brother Six said that everything is stable, but those few words may give Old Piff some hints, Brother Six is ​​worried..."

"That's something that can't be helped." Jiang Cheng sipped his tea, then slammed the teacup on the table with a "boom", scaring Qin Jian who was eavesdropping outside the wall shivered.

"There is no absolute dead end in the task. Even if the risk is passed on to the old man, according to the rules, it will leave him a ray of life." Jiang Cheng squinted, "It depends on whether he can grasp it."

"He can't hold it." The fat man smiled as if agreeing, how wretched and wretched it was.

"Old Qi, tell the others, let's do it together tonight, try to divert Old Piff's attention." Jiang Cheng rubbed the tea cup with one hand, sneered and said: "Let's see if the death of this Old Piff can bring us new ideas."

"Brother wise."

......

Until the evening when everyone gathered for dinner, Qin Jian's head was still "buzzing".

Not only did he fail to understand those few words, but the bigger surprise was the information that Hao Shuai had inadvertently revealed in the communication with the fat man——

Big brother.

That fat man is called Brother Hao Shuai.

Then the other party called him Lao Qi.

I heard that there is another named Six Brother...

What is even more frightening is that when they mentioned the sixth queen, the man who claimed to be Hao Shuai also happily reminded others...

Now the question is, how many people are they here?

Are the seven gourd brothers here?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I was, Qin Jian finally understood why that Hao Shuai always looked confident, it turned out that his brothers brought so many things.

Looking at everyone on the table inadvertently, Qin Jian looked like Hao Shuai's brother to everyone, and looked unreliable to anyone.

"Mr. Qin." An Xuan suddenly said, "Why don't you eat?"

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted, and then showed a more natural expression to prevaricate: "I'm not very hungry, you can eat first."

This An Xuan also has a problem, I am afraid it is Hao Shuai's person.

Qin Jian was wary.

Otherwise, how could he ask himself such a simple question, which does not match his usual personality.

The teacher Liao Zhi who was picking up the dishes might also have a problem. He was the only one who never looked at himself at the dinner table. Was he worried that he would be exposed by discovering something wrong?

I just don't know how old someone like him can be.

No one can believe...My life is only those poems, only... those poems! While thinking about it, Qin Jian picked up the bowl and began to pick up rice in his mouth.

Xia Meng clamped a pickled crispy cucumber, snapped it off with a "click", and then chewed it slowly. Yu Guangzhong sighed at Qin Jian. This person is not stupid, but it's just that it's not good to meet people.

"Doctors." The middle-aged woman waiting outside the pavilion said in a polite, but indifferent tone: "It's almost night. Please go back to your room and rest as soon as possible after your meal."

"Don't delay visiting the lake tonight." The middle-aged woman said: "It disturbs the interest of the young master."

You Qi looked at the middle-aged woman, opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound. He should be thinking about what to call a woman appropriate, but as the woman looked at him, he still bit the bullet and said, "Tonight... .How are you going to swim the lake tonight?"

"What do I mean by that?" he added.

Looking at the middle-aged woman at each other seemed to be a very courageous thing. He could not look away after only a few glances.

"Choose the bride."

Hearing the middle-aged woman's answer, everyone was taken aback.

After a few seconds, the woman suddenly smiled, her thin, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth were exaggerated. The similar expression immediately reminded them of the paper man last night.

Except for the pale face and makeup, the others are very similar.

"Master needs doctors to choose a bride for him." The middle-aged woman said in a gloomy voice.

Approaching midnight.

The cold wind on the lake blew on his face like a knife. The thin costumes had little ability to keep out the cold, but no one dared to take it off.

Tang Shirou’s example tells them that this costume is likely to represent their skin.

What is even more bizarre is that even if there is wind on the lake, the mist that does not know when it began to appear and floats on the surface of the lake cannot be blown away.

There is no moon tonight.

The surface of the lake shrouded in mist was like a cloud of ink that couldn't be fainted. Just staring at it gave people a very gloomy feeling.

Qin Jian stood alone in a relatively remote place, about 3 meters away from everyone. The teacher Liao Zhi was standing behind him just now, but Qin Jian walked away afterwards.

The teacher Liao Zhi frowned slightly.

They have already understood the rules this time. According to Chen Qiang, who knows more about folklore, ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, this can be regarded as a pre-marriage game in remote areas of Hunan.

The general idea is to choose some women of similar body shape, all dressed up as brides, and then put on a hijab to mix in the real brides.

Finally, let the bridegroom who has drunk three glasses of wine at the door choose to see which one is his sweetheart.

The only difference this time is that they chose the scene on the lake. They need to row a boat to choose, but the basic rules are still the same.

"Is there any punishment for choosing the wrong one?" Shi Liao Zhi asked in a low voice.

"It's okay."

When Chen Qiang said this, everyone's expressions improved slightly.

"It means that after the wedding banquet, the bridegroom has to let the bride take off the groom's attire, and then in front of his parents, use the broom to hit it a few times, meaning to get rid of..."

Before he could finish speaking, the fat man's face turned pale, he took off his clothes, and that was extended to here...

Isn't it peeling?