Nightmare Attack

Not sure why, the shadow of a grass man suddenly appeared in his mind.

　　 He made up his mind and walked towards the depths of the corridor little by little. The doors on both sides were closed, and there were ordinary decorative paintings on them. At least he didn't see anything weird.

　　 Turning around, the corner is facing a room that is significantly larger and more luxurious at the same time.

　　 Different from Luohe and the others who have to take the initiative to open the door, Linghuyong's luck is better. The dark wooden door with double doors is now half open.

　　 Through the half-open door, you can see a big bed inside.

　　 There was a person standing by the bed, and a red lantern was placed on the ground.

　　 The flames in the lantern are bright and dark, as if the wind is blowing.

　　 The man turned his back to him, bowed slightly, as if holding something in his hand, and his arms stretched out to the person on the bed from time to time.

　　 This may seem incomprehensible to others, but it awakened Linghuyong's deep hidden memory. He immediately realized that this man who came with the lantern was giving medicine to the person lying in bed.

"Who?"

　　 Just when Linghuyong was about to continue observing, he was discovered, and his appearance obviously shocked the other party.

　　 As he expected, the person standing by the bed was holding a medicine bowl in his hands, and there was a spoon for medicine in the bowl.

　　 But because of the light, he couldn't see this person's face.

　　 "Don't be nervous, I'm the person sent by Director Qiao." Linghuyong was worried about the misunderstanding, and immediately explained: "I'm here to help you."

　　 "Director Joe..." The other party seemed to hesitate.

　　 He was a man who was about the same age as him. It was estimated that he might be Master Feng's son.

　　 Thinking of this, Ling Huyong continued: "Director Qiao is worried that something like that will happen to you here, so he sent us to help you. I have a few companions, and you will be able to see them soon."

　　 Hearing this, the man seemed to relax a little, and he put the medicine bowl on the table aside, "It's you, I heard the lame Liu who is the doorkeeper talk about it, but you are visiting late at night and want to..."

　　 "That's right, we also want to visit during the day, but Lame Liu said that it is inconvenient for you during the day, and he also said that Mr. Feng is very ill and will not let us come to interrupt." Linghuyong said quickly.

　　 For some reason, he always feels uneasy here. After understanding the situation, he is ready to leave immediately.

"My father is indeed sick, but he is not as serious as he said, and he can get out of bed now." The man said, and then he turned his eyes to the bed and said in a sad tone: "My wife is in very bad condition now. "

　　 Before he finished speaking, Linghuyong heard the sound of walking behind him. There were a lot of people coming. It is estimated that there were 5, 6, or even more, "Yong'er, who are you talking to?"

　　 An old man with a cane and someone to help walked out of the gloomy corridor.

The old man looks very expensive in brocade clothes, but no matter how expensive the clothes are, he can’t hide the old man’s haggard face. He seems to have not rested for a long time, his face is pale, his eyes are sunken, and his movements are unclear. The stiffness.

　　 Linghu Yong suspected that the footsteps downstairs belonged to him.

　　 The old man is the real master of the Feng family, Master Feng.

　　 Seizing the opportunity, Linghuyong immediately confirmed his identity to the old man and the people behind him, and looked back and forth on Linghuyong's face.

　　 "It turned out to be like this." Master Feng said slowly, and said that he was coming over with the help of a middle-aged woman. "Thanks for your hard work. After my Feng family has gone through this disaster, I will have to thank you very much."

　　 "Master Feng is polite." Linghuyong replied.

　　 After speaking, Linghuyong turned around and looked at the bed. From his perspective, he could only see a protrusion of the quilt on the bed, which was vaguely personal, but after entering, he did not hear any sound from the person on the bed.

　　 is... fell asleep?

　　 or some other reason.

　　 Linghuyong had many speculations in his heart for no reason, which aroused his curiosity. He began to piece together the appearance of the woman on the bed in his mind. The similar scenes actually gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

　　 In a dim environment, a seriously ill woman, a man feeding medicine...

　　 "Yonger, what are you thinking about?"

An old and stiff voice came, Linghu Yong looked in a daze, and subconsciously replied: "It's nothing, father, I...I'm thinking it's time for Ruoxi to change her dressing, and I'm going to notify the nurse. ....."

The next second, he stopped abruptly, and then as if suddenly realized something, his eyes widened, his face was full of horror and he looked at Master Feng. The other party's lips were squirming from time to time, but the sound and the movement of his lips were completely sorry!

　　 At this time, Master Feng is like a weird puppet with a pair of old eyes looking at him with hollow eyes.

　　 Linghuyong suddenly noticed that in Master Feng's eyes, there was no reflection of himself at all.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice rang behind him, "It's nothing, father, I...I'm thinking that it's time for Ruoxi to change her dressing. I'm going to notify the nurse. Don't worry if I am here."

　　 At the same time as the voice remembered, Linghuyong's heart seemed to fall into an ice cave, a chill from head to toe.

　　 That turned out to be... his own voice!

　　 After realizing it, he suddenly realized a little bit, why he could see Master Feng and everyone's face clearly, but he couldn't see clearly the face of the man in the room before ~www.wuxiamtl.com~.

　　 At first he thought it was the reason for the darker light in the room, but now thinking about it, it's more like a man's face is always covered by a mist that can't be dispersed.

　　 is the same as the mist that fascinates him outside!

ghost!

　　He is the ghost!

　　 Almost exhausted all his courage, Linghuyong turned his stiff neck and looked at the man behind him.

　　 As the line of sight stretched, the mist on the man's face faded like ice and snow when he encountered boiling water, and then, a face exactly like him appeared.

　　Slowly, the layout of the room has also changed, and the originally luxurious and huge room has become ordinary and the area is much smaller.

　　 An off-white bottle rack stood beside the bed, and the bed became an ordinary iron bed. The light blue one was the most common type in hospitals, covered with a loose white quilt.

　　 There was a pair of ladies slippers beside the bed.

　　 "Linghu Yong" seemed to have not noticed anything, and was still repeating his own things. He slowly leaned down and approached the woman on the bed. At this moment, he could clearly see the woman's haggard face.

　　 Under the face, even the neck is wrapped in thick gauze, and there is a faint turbid light yellow pus oozing out.

　　 The dusty memory was awakened, Linghuyong trembled all over, as if returning to the rainy night many years ago, the scene of the seemingly ordinary car accident.

　　 Their car crashed into a tree with a crooked neck on the side of the road.

　　 Fortunately, Linghuyong who drove was only slightly injured, but his wife was not as lucky as him. The collision point happened to be in the co-pilot, and the huge inertia almost broke her cervical spine.