Nightmare Attack

"Snapped!"

With one arm resting on the fat man's shoulder, the fat man wearing the paper human head wanted to look down at the other's hand, but because of his limited vision, he couldn't see it at all.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man felt someone climb on his back.

Although he was mentally prepared, when this scene happened, he was still trembling instinctively, and the face under the paper man's head was already completely scared.

The person who climbed on his back was very light, too light. He estimated that maybe...or maybe not even 80 pounds.

It should be the bride, yes...

After a short period of hesitation, the fat man plucked up the courage and started walking with the bride on his back. He has a plan now, hurry up, hurry up, as long as he hand over the bride to the next person, then...then he is safe Up.

As for who the next hapless person is, he can't control it.

As long as it is not the doctor who loves so and so.

Thinking of this, the fat man suffocated in his heart, and the speed under his feet was even faster.

In order to get to the next person as quickly as possible, he tried his best to walk close to the lake, but he did not dare to stick too close. He always kept a distance of nearly 5 meters from the lake.

The surface of the lake was still shrouded in mist, white and white, as if there were some monsters hidden in it. The fat man only glanced at it, then looked away, and never looked at the lake again.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that the bride behind him was very quiet and seemed to be uninterested in him, and did not do anything excessive to him along the way.

Fatty's tears of excitement were about to come down, and it was good to think that it was not like a woman for the first time.

At the same time, he couldn't help worrying about the doctor again.

Thinking about it, the fat man made a "crash" under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses immediately, lowered his head slightly, and realized that he had stepped into the water at some point. He was standing in the lake now, and the water had already submerged his ankles.

This discovery surprised him. He walked carefully all the way, deliberately staying away from the lake, how could he...

He subconsciously looked at the lake, and in the next second, his vision seemed to have been hit hard, and it was instantly drawn into a seam.

Through the reflection of the lake, he saw the bride behind his back with a red hijab. The neck was almost twice as long as that of a normal person, and it was also strangely twisted. The waist was bent back and the arc was so big that it almost broke.

At the same time, a continuous and strange voice rang in his ears.

"Knock-knock..."

It's like... someone grinned, knocking the upper and lower rows of teeth back and forth without stopping.

This time the brain supplemented the image that the fat man was so scared that his soul flew out halfway. He turned around and subconsciously wanted to throw the things behind him into the lake.

But in the end, he held it back.

Not to mention that this violated the rules. Just looking at the ghost's appearance is that the water ghost has not run away, and he is standing in the lake now, afraid that when the ghost enters the water, he will have no way out.

Although he is only a few steps away from the shore, people can never run away from ghosts.

He took a deep breath, and under great pressure, first slowly left the lake, and then continued to walk in the previous direction, faster and faster.

The neck began to feel crisp and numb, like the ends of the hair were passing through, a wet, rough surface, and a rather textured strip slowly ran across his neck.

Moist, rough, with an inexplicable sticky feeling.

The fat man realized what it was almost immediately.

Tongue.

The ghost on his back... is licking himself with his tongue!

Goose bumps all over his body, and now the trembling of his teeth is louder than anything behind his back. If it weren't for a branch in his mouth, it would be even more exaggerated.

Just when the fat man was about to be unable to stand up, he finally saw the person, not far in front, he almost dashed up at a speed of 100 meters.

"Snapped!"

The fat man slapped the opponent's shoulder with excitement, and he didn't know if the strength was too heavy, or it was too sudden. In short, the man's legs softened and he almost knelt down.

Staring at the scarlet costume that was about to burst open on the opponent, the fat man thought it was Big Brother You Qi that hadn't run away.

After all, this book has a match with his own physique, so he is the only one.

The guy behind him was also obedient. When he got to the place, he didn't need to be coaxed by the fat man.

The fat man obediently followed the rules of the game and never looked at what shouldn't be. He closed his eyes and waited for the sound of footsteps to go far before he opened it. At this time, no one could be seen nearby.

"call--"

The fat man let out a long sigh of relief. Now, he was waiting for the evacuation drum.

Hopefully... he looked at the boundless night nearby, swallowed, and the doctor should be fine.

......

"Pattern."

"Pattern."

"Pattern."

After the brisk footsteps, what was left was a series of water treading sounds, Zuo Jing raised her slightly stiff neck, and glanced at the water on her side.

In the reflection, the guy behind him became more dishonest.

In just ten minutes, she had changed several positions, and once, Zuo Jing even thought she would bite herself.

But her psychological quality, as well as her control of the situation, are beyond the reach of the fat man.

She has her own understanding of this kissing scene.

The most important thing in this scene is time.

If she were to use an analogy, then this scene is similar to the explosive game used by troops to train soldiers' courage.

A group of soldiers gathered in a circle and passed a piece of explosive that ignited the fuse until it was about to detonate before the soldier in the last turn could throw the explosive.

And the ghost on her back is the dynamite passed on.

Explosives are bound to explode, and one of them will inevitably die. All she needs to do is to ensure that the explosives will not explode in her hands.

It would be better if it could be blown up in the hands of that person... A face that was clearly handsome but often behaved badly appeared in her mind.

Everyone who has something to do with Crimson...damn it.

Father... the father who loves him the most, died in the hands of their wicked group of people!

As if recalling the most painful page in her memory, Zuo Jing’s forehead showed blue veins, she quickened her pace, ready to rush to the next meeting point as soon as possible~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After the long-lost drums finally sounded, she dispersed. Players everywhere returned to the wing.

The one in Jiangcheng.

The fat man hurried through the door, and the moment he saw the doctor sitting at the table drinking water slowly, he let go of his lifting heart.

Although the doctor is very thief, and the probability of an accident is very small, he was targeted by Steward Zhou after all. The fact that he did not see that Master Liao Zhi is a ghost made the fat man understand that doctors are only humans, not gods, and he sometimes has negligence.

Half an hour after the end of the drum, the players all returned to the wing, except...

"Where is Zuo Jing?" Xia Meng looked outside the empty door, frowning and asked: "Why didn't she come back?"

An Xuan's face was very ugly. After realizing that Zuo Jing was not back, his reaction was very straightforward. He immediately walked out the door and walked to the next door. After a while, he came back again.

After a pause, he said, "The woman in the painting... is gone."