Nightmare Attack

   Chapter 312

  Zuo Jing tilted her head, staring at something flashing in Chen Qiang’s eyes, "Sister Gu?"

"Yeah." Chen Qiang's attention was still focused on the painting, seemingly dissatisfied with Zuo Jing's sight. "It is rumored that there is a cruel custom in Tibet. In order to play the purest melody in return to Changshengtian, they chose to sacrifice the most Pure girls, the drums formed by peeling their skins and using their skins are called Sister Gu."

  "It is said that the drums made in this way have a very ethereal sound and the miraculous effect of communicating yin and yang. Whenever a major event occurs, A sister’s drum will be lifted to play, and Changshengtian can hear their demands."

"Moreover, it is said that those who are selected are voluntary. This is a great honor for themselves and the people of the tribe. In Tibet, only the holiest woman’s skin is equipped with drums. In the eyes of those people In the middle, death is not terrible, it is like the birth of a new life, it is a return to nature."

  "As part of reincarnation, life and death are equal. Only happiness and good fortune are the most important." Chen Qiang said: "Perhaps in their eyes, this is not cruel."

  After finishing this, Chen Qiang hesitated to add another sentence, "Of course, before seeing this drum, I thought these were just legends."

As soon as the voice fell, a very discordant voice rang, "The most holy woman's **** is used to make drums. Those are the guise used by the rich and powerful to deceive ordinary people, but to find a way for their perverted hobbies. The starting point of morality is just like the way of walking for the sky erected by the robbers in the ancient green forest."

   "Why haven't I heard of a powerful chief who handed over his daughter to be skinned and stretched?" Jiang Cheng disdainfully said, "Aren't their daughters pure?"

  Chen Qiang was stunned, his original intention was not like this, he just told the truth about some of the records he had seen, not knowing where it touched the other's nerves.

  But Chen Qiang did not choose to argue with Jiang Cheng. Instead, he nodded slightly to the latter, and said very gently: "I have been taught."

   "Hmm." Jiang Cheng grunted unceremoniously.

  Xia Meng is about to annoy him. She can't wait to finish the mission and go out, and then hang him upside down in the yard as a mascot, bah, as a cow and horse.

  "These **** actually skinned her" The fat man looked at the painting, and just thought about it, and found it strange. At the same time as the cold touch of his back came, there was also the anger hidden in his chest.

  "It's not just skinning." Chen Qiang said again. His eyes on the woman in the painting are also mixed with some weird emotions. "The rumors record that it is alive peeling, so that it can maintain the spirituality of the drum to the greatest extent."

  Chen Qiang seemed to want to say something, but after glancing at the others, he did not continue to speak.

  After discussing the issue of painting, everyone's next topics will mainly focus on Ajiegu and Master Huang.

  Yes, it’s Master Huang.

  I don’t know what method An Xuan has adopted, but he has guessed that Master Huang is pretending to be Master Huang. According to him, it was a clue found on the boat last night.

   But as for what it was, he didn't say clearly.

  Youqi looked very curious, but no one supported him, so there was no big storm.

  Chen Qiang has been silent for a while since he said something just now, and it is not clear whether he has thought of anything.

  Because at this point in the task, everyone has their own plans in their minds, so it is no longer realistic to want to coordinate and arrange everyone.

  Finally, no matter what An Xuan said, everyone just didn't refute it on the surface.

  After all, the people who survived are not stupid, everyone can see clearly what Tang Shirou ended.

  An Xuan rubbed his temples, and said helplessly: "In this case, everyone can move freely, but I suggest that you try to avoid the areas where Huangfu people often move."

After a pause, he continued: "If you are interested in drums, don't act alone. The bronze mirror on the second floor in the attic can illuminate ghosts. Be careful and don't hit the drum, otherwise Ghosts will appear."

  These are all lessons of blood.

  In fact, thinking about it carefully, Shi Liao Zhi died not unjustly, after all, he accidentally knocked the drum.

  The misfortune was caused by him. Jiang Cheng and An Xuan were at best unable to save their lives, but they were in a nightmare. Not to mention that they were unable to save themselves, but there were never fewer people who fell into trouble.

  Anyway, it seemed that neither of them felt that they owed their teacher Liao Zhi.

  "Doctor." Walking on a small road paved with gravel, the fat man couldn't help feeling a little awkward. He frowned and said, "Why are we here?"

  It is very desolate, and most of the surrounding houses are very dilapidated, as if abandoned for a long time.

  It doesn’t look like there are clues hidden.

  Sparsely populated, it’s true.

   "Wait for someone."

  Jiangcheng seemed to be about it, so he found a conspicuous place to sit down, with his back leaning against a strange-shaped tree, underneath it was very shady.

  The fat man came to him. Before he opened his mouth, he heard movement near a wall, and then a small head poked out from the other side of the wall. After seeing the fat man, his head shook.

  "It's you!" The fat man showed a delighted expression and hurriedly said: "Come here!" He took out a few steamed buns he had on his body at all times and waved at the little beggar.

  This is the fat man’s breakfast, but he didn’t eat it. He wanted to leave it to the little beggar. How could he say that the other party was willing to save his life, but he himself didn’t see the mystery.

  The little beggar climbed up the wall, but did not jump off. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng who was on the side, his eyes were wary.

   "Little brother, he is also a good person." Fatty explained: "A very nice person, you can still see me now, thanks to him."

   Perhaps it was Fatty’s explanation that worked. The little beggar jumped off the wall, but he still bypassed Jiangcheng and came to Fatty’s side. He was not polite to him. He took the steamed bun and stuffed it in his mouth.

  "Slow down~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The fat man said with a smile: "Don't choke, I will keep you if I have meat or vegetables at noon. Please remember to come and get them later. He paused, seemingly thinking of something, and then prompted, "Be careful when you come." "

  It seemed that it was too tired to eat while standing. The little beggar simply sat opposite the fat man to eat, and the fat man just squatted on the ground and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something, and suddenly "Huh?"

  It was almost like a conditioned reflex, Jiang Cheng immediately came to the little beggar, "Doctor," the fat man guarded the little beggar behind him, and said quickly: "You promised me that I wouldn't catch him."

  Jiang Cheng ignored him, pointed to the waist of the little beggar and said, "Where is the kit on your body?"

  The fat man was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the little beggar behind him. Before he could speak, the little beggar showed an aggrieved look. Then he broke a branch and painted on the ground.

  Slowly, the outline of a person emerged, and the fat man became more familiar as he looked at it. Until the end, his pupils stared and said loudly, "An Xuan?"

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  (End of this chapter)