Nightmare Attack

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The sound was very neat and fast, and everyone could not help holding their breath.

In the next second, Zuo Jing's pupils changed abruptly, and she saw several paper men appear from the fog, and the leading paper man was holding a paper lantern in his hand.

The paper man walked swayingly, his body was extremely uncoordinated, his head looked unstable, and he swayed from side to side, as if he might fall off at any time.

Zuo Jing couldn't help taking a breath. She could feel that they were looking for some prey.

"Don't make a noise." An Xuan whispered.

Everyone buried their heads lower, and Zuo Jing held his breath even more.

Fortunately, the paper men didn't find them, but wandered away. They didn't dare to get up until the rubbing noise disappeared.

"It's okay." An Xuan sighed, retracted his gaze staring at the mist, then stretched out his hand, and in Zuo Jing's shocked gaze, he tore the bride from her back.

Zuo Jing's eyes changed slightly, "Is it him?!"

I saw that the man lying on the ground was very thin, and most importantly, his face... turned out to be Master Huang!

At this moment, Master Huang completely changed his appearance compared to before. His once listless appearance was wiped out. He was dismissed with wide eyes, dense bloodshots all over the white of his eyes, opened his mouth, and whirred. sound.

"What we passed on in this scene was him, not a ghost." An Xuan explained in a low voice, "The paper people...just now are ghosts."

Zuo Jing seemed to have figured out something suddenly, and opened her mouth and said, "Is it the paper man who showed the direction as soon as we reached the shore?"

"right."

"Leave first." An Xuan continued: "If you have anything, I'll talk about it later."

"Then what should he do?" Zuo Jing said as he looked at Master Huang in a bright red costume.

"Stun, take it away."

They chose a small path, they should be worried about meeting those weird paper people again.

The sky started to rain lightly, and the group rushed with their heads dull. Halfway through, You Qi asked to stop to avoid the rain, but Zuo Jing rejected it. Now she just wanted to go back to the room immediately.

Her gaze kept looking around, telling her intuitively that the danger was still there and it had not disappeared.

With her physical strength on the verge of overdraft, Zuo Jing's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and slowly, she was left behind by the team.

After a while, the fat man walking in front of her also offered to take shelter from the rain. Zuo Jing, who was upset, said no again. She couldn't figure out, are these two people crazy?

Knowing that there are paper people looking for them outside, I still want to avoid the rain...

You won't die if you get wet in the rain.

But what left Zuo Jing didn't expect was that more and more people asked to stop and shelter from the rain. In the end, even An Xuan asked to stop and find a place to shelter from the rain.

What made Zuo Jing even more puzzled was that the teammates in front of her were just burying their heads on the road, even when they asked to hide from the rain, they didn't look back, their posture... was surprisingly consistent.

A flash of lightning passed.

With a moment of light, Zuo Jing was surprised to find that the stagnant water on the ground had colors, green, yellow, and...red, gathered together, like an overturned tone. Color wheel.

Moving her gaze a little bit, Zuo Jing found that these paints... were flowing down from the teammates in front of them, dripping down the trouser legs, and finally mixed together.

Oops......

Just when Zuo Jing was about to flee, the thunder in the sky came late.

"boom!"

At the moment the thunder sounded, the six teammates turned around as if they had received instructions at the same time. The moment they saw their appearance, Zuo Jing stopped beating.

Their faces... are melting.

Just like wax people who have been burned by fire, the eyes, nose, mouth and ears...have shifted their positions, and some of them can’t even find the facial features. The eyes move down, and the mouth and nose are mixed. Together.

The wet paint dripped from their faces, and Zuo Jing made a thud in her head, and she immediately understood that these partners in front of them...are all paper people!

They are ghosts!

"Why... don't you go to shelter from the rain?" The fat man, whose eyes had completely melted away, stepped forward and said coldly, "Why?!"

"Do you want to watch us die that way?" Xia Meng screamed, whose entire face was completely wiped out.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

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"Peel her skin...we won't be afraid of water anymore!" The paper people grinned and screamed, squeezing up neatly, and surrounded Zuo Jing in the middle.

The seemingly crumpled arm of the paper man scratched Zuo Jing's body, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Skin! I want her skin!" The paper man was dyed red by the sprayed blood, and the bright red blood on the ground mixed with rainwater dyed the nearby ground red.

"be mine!"

"Her skin... is mine!" The paper people tore and cursed wildly. They pressed the torn skin to themselves, and held it tightly with one hand, as if worried about being caught by others at any time. The paper man snatched it away, and continued to fight with the other hand.

A sorrowful wailing cut through the night sky, but it soon stopped, and then only torn and the sound of flesh rolling in the mud.

Master Huang in a red costume squatted on the ground stupidly, tilted his neck to look, and laughed in his mouth, blood spurted out, and his face was dyed red.

......

When An Xuan and the others arrived, everything was over.

In the scarlet muddy water, there was a tattered, ragdoll-like corpse that could not be repaired.

The corpse is no longer what it used to be, except for the flesh and blood on the hands and feet, the skin on the body... has been stripped away, and the face is the same.

One eye was connected by vascular nerves and hung outside, the other...has been completely gone, only the hollow eye sockets were left, staring at the night sky above the head.

Anyone can see how much pain Zuo Jing suffered when she died. There were signs of tumbling and struggling everywhere on the ground, intermittently, and it was 10 meters long.

There were fragments of clothes everywhere along the way, of course, more of them were scattered flesh and skin.

Xia Meng flicked the only lantern in the team~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The fat man looked at the tragic image in front of him. There was blood in his nose, and something was surging in his stomach. Chen Qiang and You Qi I've already vomited once.

He is okay, still brewing.

Only An Xuan squatted beside the dilapidated corpse, with one knee in the **** water, no one disturbed him, and the scene was solemn like a memorial ceremony.

The corpse's mouth was wide open, still maintaining the scene before death.

After a while, An Xuan stood up and said, "Let's go." He looked at the lake where the mist had disappeared, and said softly, "The sky is about to dawn."

After this change, the fat man felt that a subtle change had taken place in the team, and only he and the doctor returned to their room.

"Doctor." After closing the door, the fat man couldn't wait to ask, "Why did Xia Meng go with An Xuan, don't they need to hide their identities?"

Taking off his shoes, Jiang Cheng grabbed a pillow and leaned on the bed, "What else is there to hide?" He glanced out the window, exhaled and said, "Did you not listen to him? Heaven... it's almost bright."