Nightmare Attack

The village chief had no choice but to offend Jiang Cheng, so he winked and asked the swarthy man holding an umbrella for him to hold an umbrella for Jiang Cheng. It wasn't until he was under a burst of shade that Jiang Cheng showed a satisfied look.

"Miss Yu!" Jiang Cheng warmly invited Yu Man to come under the umbrella, and the two walked side by side.

Perhaps it was because the two had similar professions and seemed to have endless topics to talk about. From time to time, Jiang Cheng leaned into the latter's ear and whispered something, causing the latter's pretty face to turn red, and he kept laughing while covering his mouth.

Then the two of them turned their heads together, looking back and forth at Chen Xiaomeng playfully, and then there was another exchange of glances that could only be understood but not explained.

Chen Xiaomeng was annoyed when she saw Jiang Cheng's face, so she simply turned her head and pretended not to see it.

The mountain road was more difficult to walk than expected, and it was said to be a few hours' journey, but the group stopped and walked, and it was not until it was almost dark that they saw a village in the distance.

The village chief, leaning on a walking stick, stood beside a tumbled rock, looking at the village with emotion in his eyes.

Everyone stood still.

The mountain village shrouded in the sunset has a unique charm. The afterglow shines like a holy veil, and the white houses and black tiles have distinct layers.

From time to time, smoke rises from the roof, like a long and agile snake, flying deep into the forest.

It's like a Chinese painting with blooming colors on a piece of rice paper.

Even though he was on a mission, Pei Qian, who was a painter, still admired the scenery of Xiaoshijian Village, and could feel that what he said was completely sincere.

After wading through a clear stream that could reach their ankles, a piece of bluestone appeared under their feet. Looking forward, they saw a winding bluestone road winding into the village.

The village is not big, with about a hundred households.

After the village chief dismissed the following villagers, only Jiang Cheng, the others, and the dark man holding the umbrella were left.

The group of people first came to a courtyard. It was called a courtyard, but it was actually a few low tile-roofed houses, surrounded by a fence to form the shape of a courtyard.

It was getting late, and the village chief walked in first, apparently arranging everyone's accommodation for the night.

Everyone did not enter rashly, but waited outside the courtyard. Jiang Cheng looked up and down, left and right curiously, and finally his eyes rested on several large dustpans placed in the courtyard.

A dustpan was placed next to the fence, containing huge sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes were very fresh, with moist soil still attached to them, as if they had just been dug out of the ground.

After waiting for a while, they suddenly heard a dispute mixed with dialects. After a while, the village chief walked out with a gloomy face.

The door to the courtyard was half opened, and a woman's face appeared behind the door.

Zhou Rong looked very indifferent when he saw the woman holding a wooden stick with the front end burned black.

After seeing Jiang Cheng's group, the village chief's face became more and more embarrassed. He paused with his open mouth, but he had to explain: "It's inconvenient that the man in this house is not here. Let's go to the next house." ”

It turned out that the next one was the same, but the words were changed.

In the end, the village chief had to take them to a relatively remote courtyard. This time it was a real courtyard, and the construction was much better than the two houses he had seen before.

It's just a bit dilapidated. After the wooden door is pushed open, the old door shaft makes a harsh noise.

There are three rooms in the yard, and a relatively large and luxurious room stands alone on the west side. The door is closed and an old-fashioned black copper lock is hung on it.

The village chief took them into one of the two small rooms on the east side.

The place is relatively clean. There is a small hall of more than 20 square meters upon entering. There is a stove made of unknown materials in the middle.

Looking into the stove, there were cinders that had long been extinguished.

The village chief seemed to be very familiar with this place. He went to dig out some charcoal from the bamboo basket on the side of the wall. Then a dark-skinned man walked in from the door, holding a bundle of firewood that he got from nowhere. .

With the cooperation of the two of them, the fire crackled in a short while.

Everyone sat around the stove and stretched out their hands to light the fire. The warmth gradually dispelled the chill, and the fatigue from the journey was relieved a lot.

The man who followed spoke very little and his eyes were dull. After the fire stabilized, he carried the firewood and charcoal to the small room next door and turned up the stove in that room.

The village chief said apologetically: "You will deal with it for one night today." He pointed to the left and right sides of the house. "Both sides are bedrooms, both with kangs. You can sleep four people in this room and two people here." Then two people lived on the other side, and then four people lived in the other room.”

"Don't bother," it was Pei Qian who spoke. He was very imposing just sitting there. He looked at the village chief and said, "We can all live in this room."

The village chief didn't seem to expect that he would say that, so he paused for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's all up to you."

At this point, the village chief seemed to suddenly think of something, so he changed the shape of his mouth and said, "It's all up to you, masters."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, groaned and said nothing.

The village chief licked his lips, nervously as if he had escaped death.

"Now you can tell me what happened to you." Yu Man sat there and warmed herself by the fire, her fingers slender and slender. The fire made her face more and more attractive. She smiled slightly and said, "It's impossible to invite us from so far away. It’s a sightseeing trip.”

Everyone had a tacit understanding not to reveal the story told by the shop owner. There was no one trustworthy in the nightmare, whether it was an NPC or a teammate.

Hearing what Yu Man said, the village chief's throat couldn't help but roll. After seeing that the dark man had returned, he stood up, closed the door, and then found a wooden stick and inserted it to serve as a door bolt.

After doing all this, the village chief sat down again. At this time, everyone found that his face had changed. It was a complex emotion of fear, helplessness, regret, etc.

He raised his head and asked in a very strange tone: "Do you believe in ghosts?"

Everyone felt helpless and wished they could skip the boring opening of this third-rate horror novel immediately. What everyone wanted to hear was the story! A real accident that happened!

But they didn't dare to advance the plot too fast for fear of missing something, so Zhou Rong could only nod and said perfunctorily: "Believe, there is a god in the sky."

"But I'm talking about ghosts! Not gods," the village chief swallowed hard and described in a low voice: "They are the kind of very scary ghosts that can kill people."

When he said this, everyone felt a chill, whether it was due to the sudden drop in temperature or something else.

The chill came suddenly and inexplicably, and even the charcoal fire in the furnace was affected. Under everyone's gaze, it became much darker.