Nightmare Attack

Latest website: Looking back, the alley where they came has disappeared. Behind them is a tavern with a few tables of guests sitting sparsely.

The guy with a rag on his shoulders is busy adding tea and pouring water, looking courteous.

There are a lot of people walking back and forth nearby, and the setting sun is slanting westward. It is now considered the busiest time of the day on the street. Some vendors who are anxious to close their stalls and go home shout loudly, hoping to sell their goods sooner.

When everyone's tense nerves eased a little, Chen Qiang's figure shook, and then he fell to the ground.

Pi Ruan turned pale when he saw this scene, his mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Contrary to the expected result, Chen Qiang did not die on the spot, but turned into a corpse with a weird smile.

From everyone's perspective, he closed his eyes, his body was trembling violently, his chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was short of breath.

He was not dead, it was more like a backlash caused by using some unknown means to forcibly escape the nightmare.

"Remarkable." Zhao Xingguo said with emotion in an inexplicable tone: "I didn't expect this little brother to have such a method."

His words were clearly directed at Jiang Cheng. Luo He was the night watchman. Some methods were not surprising, but Jiang Cheng looked like they were not idlers.

"Hey! What's wrong with this?" Seeing someone fell, someone came up on the street. It was a lady selling roasted sweet potatoes, and the stall was not far from them.

Her face was dark and the corners of her eyes were covered with fine wrinkles. The auntie knelt down, first wiped her slag-stained hands on her apron, and then stretched out her hand to push Chen Qiang, "Wake up, how are you?"

Chen Qiang curled up into a ball, as if enduring great pain.

Soon, a few people came over again, including the kind pedestrians crossing the street, and the vendors who set up stalls nearby just like the aunt.

In the end even the proprietress of the tavern ran out and shouted: "Whose sick man is this, please lift it quickly, don't affect my business!"

The proprietress waved her hand in disgust, with a fierce appearance.

"What are you talking about? This person is sick like this." A very young woman immediately replied, "Do you still have any sympathy for this person?"

"My old lady just wants to make money." The lady boss looked like she suddenly thought of something, akimbo, yin and yang said strangely: "If you really have that heart, take this little white face to your house, I said you protect him like this, you two Is there a leg in between?"

"You...you nonsense!" The woman was anxious and angry.

At this time, the first lady who appeared noticed the people in Jiangcheng. The distance between them was not too far, about 5 or 6 meters.

The auntie looked up and down Jiang Cheng with her muddy eyes. After a few seconds, she asked in a tentative tone: "Young man, do you and him... know you?"

"I don't know." Jiang Cheng replied cleanly.

At the moment when he heard Jiang Cheng's answer, the fat man's face trembled, and then, as if he had realized something, his eyes around him were also wary, and his stout neck shrank back.

But he looked at it for a long time and found nothing unusual.

The people nearby are busy with their own affairs. The guests in the tavern are enjoying the wine, and the peanuts are scattered on the table.

The vendors around who were bargaining with customers, the sugar-blower master's craftsmanship, had just bent down and passed the sugar-man in his hand to the child whose face was full of admiration.

From the fat man's point of view, he can even feel the joy from the heart of the child who has taken the sugar man.

Is it all...

"Oh, what can I do then?" The aunt had a very good heart. She squatted in front of Chen Qiang who was full of pain, with concern written on her face. After a while, she raised her head again and looked at Jiangcheng with pleading eyes. How about this, you help me, my body has suffered from the root of the disease a few years ago, and I dare not use too much force, you help me...help me carry him near my house."

"There is a local doctor there, maybe there is a way." The aunt's eyes were real, and the fat man was even in a trance for a moment when the eyes were watching.

Just when his consciousness was gradually blurred, his mouth opened, and he instinctively wanted to agree, suddenly there was a sharp pain under his arm.

Recovering suddenly, he found Pi Ruan's hand clutching his arm tightly.

After feeling the fat man's suspicious gaze, Pi Ruan grimaced and squeezed out a few words with trembling lips: "I...I am afraid, rich brother, you can't leave me behind."

Before he could think about it, he heard a familiar voice with a hint of indifference, "We don't know him at all, why should we help?" Jiang Cheng asked very frankly.

"This is to save people, what he says is our compatriot." said the woman who had nearly clashed with the tavern owner because of her reputation damage.

She looked very angry, and seemed to classify Jiang Cheng and the boss's wife into the same category, both extremely selfish guys.

"Yes, it doesn't need you to do anything, it's just to help lift the individual." Someone nearby casually echoed, "It's time to do good and accumulate virtue."

Jiang Cheng glanced at this person, and said in a non-chattering tone: "Then you are here." After speaking, he stopped staying, turned around these people, and left.

Chen Qiang left behind and lay on the ground alone, still twitching from time to time.

After walking far away, they turned around a corner, and the moment they disappeared from the corner, the street they had just walked suddenly quieted down.

No, the word quiet can no longer be described, it should be...silence!

Whether it's the pedestrians on the street, the vendors who have just bargained, the men boxing in the tavern, the beggars begging at the alley...

Even the kind lady just now, a young woman with a sense of justice.

At this moment, they all stopped at the same time, turned their heads, looked stiffly in the direction where Jiang Cheng and the others disappeared, dozens of hundreds of gazes all looked in the same direction, the scene was quiet and weird.

After a while ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ it seemed like a certain switch was turned on, and weird smiling faces appeared on their faces.

The fat man who was interrupted by his thoughts swallowed. He had a lot of questions in his mind, but the doctor was caught in the middle by Zhao Xingguo and Fu Fu, and it was not convenient to ask directly.

He was curious, why did the doctor conclude that Chen Qiang had a problem after he passed out?

At least until now, he hasn't seen any problems for the time being except that the attitudes of the people around him are somewhat extreme.

"It's not Chen Qiang's problem." A long voice came.

The fat man was taken aback for a moment, then slowly turned his head, and saw Lin Wan'er's profile face, "The problem is the street just now. We have seen all the people who appeared on the street."

"In those pictures on the wall of the photo studio."

Lin Wan'er's cold voice has no emotion.

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