Nightmare Attack

"Help!" Jiang Cheng shouted without hesitation.

The originally peaceful atmosphere was broken, and there were immediately several footsteps approaching here.

The swarthy man arrived first because he had just walked not far away.

He stared at the man and woman in front of the pool with wide black and white eyes, a puzzled look on his face.

At this time, Jiang Cheng slowly turned around and met Chen Xiaomeng's unwilling eyes. She had already retracted her legs and had no intention of being kicked into the pool by Jiang Cheng.

"What's going on?" The village chief and his team finally rushed over panting, and asked with frightened expressions when they saw the two people at the edge of the pool.

He began to regret bringing everyone here. It looked so eerie here. It would be best if nothing happened.

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng replied calmly: "I just saw a woman's face in the middle of the pool. Now that I think about it, I may have seen it wrong."

Although he said it easily, the village chief obviously didn't think so. He became nervous and his lips trembled. "A face."

"Yes, a woman's face," Jiang Cheng said and turned to look at Chen Xiaomeng. But gradually, he seemed to have discovered something. His pupils shrank and his face became distorted.

Everyone noticed something strange in Jiang Cheng's expression, and they all stared at Chen Xiaomeng like him.

But of course they couldn't see anything unusual.

Just when the latter was stunned, Jiang Cheng screamed in a high voice: "Oh my god! Her face is exactly the same as the face in the water!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was silent for a few seconds, and then it was like a pot exploded.

The swarthy man closest to Chen Xiaomeng, Jiang Zhongyi, jumped back at the same time as if out of reflex. The village chief reacted faster than the two of them. He threw away his walking stick, turned around and ran away.

It wasn't until he ran behind Pei Gan that he found some sense of security.

He took the crutch from the man, held it with one hand, and turned his back with the other hand. He leaned forward slightly, with a calm and serene look on his face.

In a moment, he returned to his appearance as the head of the village.

"Little Master!" The village chief's pupils twitched, and he suddenly reacted. Then he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you sure you saw it correctly? The face in the pool is indeed this girl."

"Ha," Chen Xiaomeng sneered, "You can believe whatever this madman says. Where is the stone tablet with the curse written on it? I want to see the stone tablet."

The prudent Pei Qian seemed to have noticed the subtle relationship between Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng. He did not hold on to the matter at the moment. Instead, he turned around and asked the village chief to lead the way to find the stone tablet.

There were moss-covered stones under our feet, and everyone walked very carefully. In just a few minutes, the group arrived under a giant tree.

The huge tree is extremely majestic, as thick as four or five people hugging it.

Looking up, the tree crown blocks the sky and the sun, and everything covered under the tree crown is blurred, leaving only light black outlines.

Dense vines wrap around the tree, like a huge net.

The village chief swallowed, then walked forward alone, using the walking stick he carried to pull somewhere under the tree. After a while, several dead plants were pushed aside, revealing a corner of the stone monument.

Although the stone monument was in darkness, it was emitting a strange cyan light. As soon as everyone approached it, they felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

This feeling is no stranger to everyone. In previous missions, some important clues will give everyone a similar feeling.

It seems there is nothing wrong.

Zhou Rong's eyes became intense.

After cleaning up the plants attached to the stone monument, the bloody words exposed behind the stone monument were shocking.

The handwriting was scrawled, and some even overlapped, indicating that the person who wrote it had no extra energy to proofread it at that time. According to the village chief, Zhao Xiangmei was almost blind at that time.

The blood words on the stone tablet are timeless and bright, as if they had just been written with a brush dipped in blood. Just staring at these blood words, you can feel Zhao Xiangmei's despair and resentment at that time.

After looking at it for a long time, I felt dizzy.

"In the end, Zhao Xiangmei's body was found in front of the stone monument. When she was dying, her hand was still pressed on the stone monument." The village chief stood on one side, with an indescribable expression on his face.

Jiang Zhongyi stood alone far away from the stone monument. The feeling of heart palpitations had not subsided. He put one hand into his clothes and kept crossing himself on his chest.

He is a devout believer.

But it's not that I was devout a long time ago, but recently, or to be more precise, half a month ago, after I came out alive from my last life, I became so devout.

He clearly remembered that his last mission was at a Catholic church.

When he was finally chased by a ghost, it was the huge cross above his head that fell, slightly delaying the ghost's movements, and he survived.

It was also from that time that he felt that his heart lost in the nightmare had finally found its home. He entered the hall of the Lord and was protected by the Holy Light.

The power of mortals is beyond reach, and only the power of light can defeat the devil.

Chen Xiaomeng knelt on one knee in front of the stone tablet, touching the stone tablet from top to bottom with one hand. Her face was cold, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

Suddenly, Chen Xiaomeng's expression changed.

"Village chief," she turned around and asked, "Has anyone in the village ever planned to destroy the stone monument?"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he said: "Yes, after the news of the curse spread, all the panting men in the village were in danger. Later, 7 or 8 strong men were selected, and a special man was found. On a sunny day, I brought my tools, black dog blood, big rooster, etc., and went up the mountain to destroy the stone monument. "

"They thought that if the stone tablet was destroyed, the curse would be broken." At this point, the village chief choked up. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes red, "The person who took the lead is my brother."

"What happened to them?" Li Lu asked softly.

"They disappeared." The village chief rubbed his red eyes, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen. "The bodies were later found near the town. The scene was particularly tragic."

"Where are their bodies buried?" Jiang Cheng suddenly asked.

Zhou Rong's slightly opened mouth closed again quietly. He also thought about this problem. After all these years, the number of people killed by Zhao Xiangmei in the village was probably not a small number.

But they found no cemetery near the village.

Hearing this, the village chief's expression turned even worse.

At this time, the man who followed the messenger suddenly spoke. He had a grimace on his face, like an angry little daughter-in-law, "Wherever you dare to build a cemetery, it will be the end of it if it is burned down by a fire."

"If any family dares to gather the bones for burial, not only will the cemetery be opened up the next day, but the bones will be thrown everywhere, and then," he said with a cold look on his face, "the living members of this family will also be in bad luck. "