Nightmare Attack

Before the boy could react, the fat man turned around and left. The next second, the hair tied under the umbrella could no longer hold on and broke directly. An arm scarred by a knife stretched out from the umbrella violently. He thrust hard into the boy's mouth, which had grown out of fear.

Hearing the horrifying sound of his internal organs being mauled behind him, the fat man didn't dare to look back at all. He just kept speeding up his pace, thinking that this was what happened to him. He was a good character and had never done anything negative. If it were different, I'm afraid there will be a new umbrella in the bamboo basket when the doctor comes.

Continuing to walk higher along the bridge, the higher the position, the heavier the icy chill. The fat man wrapped his clothes tightly, but now his clothes were soaked, and he shivered from the cold wind.

The bridge was filled with mist. For safety reasons and daily habits, Fatty chose to walk on the right side. There were guardrails on both sides of the bridge. The material of the guardrails was different from that of the bridge. They were pitch black and looked miserable under the lanterns. There was a strange sheen under the green light.

There were bursts of water sounds coming from under the bridge. It can be imagined that under his feet was a very wide and turbulent river. Legend has it that this river was filled with pus and blood from broken limbs, and even a soul that stepped into it would not be able to float up.

Fatty was full of curiosity about this river that only existed in legends. He wanted to lie down on the edge of the bridge and take a look down, but his reason stopped him. This would only cause trouble out of thin air.

Suddenly, the fat man's eyes widened and his eyes slowly shrank. He saw a pair of feet appearing on the guardrail. They were a pair of large bare feet. They were not stepping on the guardrail, but hooking them with the insteps. , hanging upside down, the entire "human" body hanging under the bridge like a bat.

Of course, given the example of Gao Yanqing, Fatty suspected that this might just be a pair of broken legs.

But reality quickly broke his imagination. He saw the feet moving in a way that ordinary people could not understand. Finally, a dry body flipped up from under the bridge.

This man's body was in tatters, his hair was sparse, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of moisture. His skin was chapped, and the dry and white flesh inside could be seen through the cracks.

"Water, give me water! Water!"

The mummy-shaped man opened his mouth wide and roared at the fat man, his voice rough as if countless gravels were rubbing against each other.

The fat man remembered a story he heard a long time ago. Some people who love gossiping and gossiping cannot enter reincarnation after death. Their souls can only stay on the Naihe Bridge. They can't drink a sip of the water under the bridge. They can only watch. This is a punishment for their deeds of speech and tongue during their lifetime.

"Water! Give me water!"

The mummy roared hoarsely at the fat man, and at the same time moved towards the fat man.

Looking at the hungry eyes of the other party, the fat man suspected that if he couldn't get the water, the mummy would tear himself into pieces and drink his own blood.

But where can I find water for him?

He didn't know how high it was from the water under the bridge. He wanted to find water unless he jumped.

Just when the fat man was thinking about how to escape, another figure emerged from the mist not far away, an old woman with her head lowered.

What made the fat man's eyes shine was that there was a copper basin placed in front of the old woman's feet.

"Don't worry, I'll go find the old man and ask."

The fat man turned and walked towards the old woman. The old woman was wearing a cyan embroidered shroud, her head lowered, her gray hair hanging down, completely covering her face.

After getting closer, the fat man was surprised to find that there was a faint light in the copper basin, and there was water in the basin!

"Old man, can you give me some of the water in your basin?"

After a long while, the fat man heard a slow reply, with some crying mixed in the thick voice, "Okay, but you have to do me a favor first."

At this time, the fat man had already walked up to the old woman. He was already sure that the copper basin in front of him was filled with water, and the water was very clear. Through the calm water, he could see the wrinkled face of the old woman reflected in the water.

The old woman seemed to be facing extreme pain, her twisted mouth opened and closed, but what she said next made the fat man's head freeze, "Old lady, when I was washing my face, I accidentally dropped my face in the water. Please help me pick up my face."

At the same time, the old woman raised her head tremblingly, and behind her gray hair was a bloody face.

Judging from the exposed flesh, it looked more like the entire face had been torn off bit by bit, with the flesh and pale bones exposed. The fat man didn't run away or scream out of composure, but simply because he was scared. , haven’t reacted yet.

The face in the water suddenly moved, grinned, and let out a horrifying laugh. The voice was extremely sharp, "Get my face out of the water! Get my face out of the water!"

The flowers in the moon and water in the mirror are all illusory objects. With the vibration, the water surface ripples, and the old man's face in the water becomes increasingly illusory.

It was impossible to lift his face out of the water, and the fat man was sure that the moment he put his hand into the water, he would be attacked by the ghost in the water. The old woman looked very weak, but the teeth of the ghost in the water were neat and sharp. very.

But under the pressure of the old woman, the fat man still had to bend down and make a gesture of grabbing his face with his hands, while the ghostly face in the water kept warning, "Hurry up! Move quickly! Don't be careful with me, Old lady, I’ve walked on more bridges than you’ve walked on!”

Suddenly, the fat man seemed to notice something, and he suddenly raised his head and looked behind the old woman, "Who?!"

The old woman's body turned around quickly, and then she raised her hands, revealing sharp black nails.

The fat man took this opportunity to pick up the basin and ran. As he ran, he shouted in the direction of the withered ghost, "Come and pick me up! I'll find water for you!"

Only then did the ghost face in the water react, and he immediately cursed at the fat man. The fat man got so annoyed that he spat into the basin.

The sound of extremely fast footsteps came from behind. Fatty had no doubt that as long as he was caught up, he would definitely die today.

The fat man's body flashed to the left without warning, and in the next second, a sharp claw grabbed directly at the position where he was just now, so fast that it almost pulled out the afterimage.

At the critical moment, the dry ghost also arrived. Without saying a word, he picked up the basin and dried it. The water swirled in the air and was sucked into the dry ghost's throat. Along with the water, there was the old woman's grimace.

A piercing scream came from the dry ghost's throat. When the fat man turned around again, the body of the old woman chasing after him had turned into a puddle of twisted flesh. She stumbled towards the bridge and fell down.

After a long time, I heard the muffled sound of falling water coming from under the bridge.

The withered ghost standing in front of the fat man regained some of his moisture, then walked back to the bridge and continued to hang himself upside down on the guardrail.