Nightmare Attack

"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. Jiang Cheng waved his hand and smiled freely.

Tang Qisheng no longer cares about face. Face is not as important as life. He only regrets that he lost his mind and forgot about the killing god outside, who was a ruthless character who could kill the president of the Night Watch.

"Mr. Tang, my benefactor wants to ask you something." Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

Tang Qisheng walked to the blackboard very consciously, picked up a box of chalk and held it in his hand, "No matter what you ask for, my benefactor, just give me your instructions. Besides, it's just about talking about folk customs and feng shui. This is my old profession, and I love giving lectures the most." Okay, my hard-working benefactor, please sit down below.”

Jiangcheng's fat man Yao, Shunyu, and Li Bai sat on the chair below. Although Tang Qisheng acted according to the prevailing circumstances and had doubts about his character, he knew a lot about Feng Shui and folk customs, at least better than Li Bai. Jiangcheng benefited greatly from the few hours of lectures. Qian, Fatty went to get a notebook and took notes in it very carefully.

For some things that Tang Qisheng didn't explain carefully, Zhu Jie on the side would supplement them. Unknowingly, it was already late at night, and Jiang Cheng had people bring supper. Everyone was chatting while eating, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

When he heard that the entire building he was in was filled with crimsons, Tang Qisheng's face showed despair visible to the naked eye, but the fat man comforted him and said that as long as he didn't get lost and wander around at night, he shouldn't encounter those crimsons. And the Crimson members are friendly most of the time.

Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie were arranged in the next room on the other side of Jiangcheng, and now the survivors from the previous mission gathered together. violence

Lying on the bed, Jiang Cheng turned on his mobile phone. Lin Waner and Mr. Luo sent messages respectively, saying that they had begun to organize special manpower to track down the missing Crimson members. Lin Waner even put forward an analysis. She believed that the missing Crimson members might It is executing another top-secret plan, and the plan is most likely targeting his own group. Now it seems that the last plan of the president was too hasty. This plan is likely to be a backup plan for the Night Watch.

"You mean they will still use those guys to deal with me?" Hearing this, Jiang Cheng actually became a little interested. The battle between the old and new Crimson sounded like a very attractive topic.

"Anyway, Xiaocheng, be careful in everything you do." Lin Wan'er's voice didn't sound as optimistic as Jiang Cheng's.

At the same time, Lin Wan'er also revealed a top-secret news to Jiang Cheng. The current head of the Zhong family has spoken. They have obtained the exact time and coordinates of the next time the bus appears in the real world. They have sent people to verify it. Accidents should be fine.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng asked, "If this is true, who are you going to send on the bus?"

"In addition to the people who must be left behind to cooperate in cleaning up the remnants of the Night Watch, all the remaining high-level combat forces must be dispatched. The Crimson, Dark Army, other major families, and the masters recruited by the country, I will personally lead this time Team.

After a pause, Lin Wan'er's voice was full of complexity, "It's been too long, all this... it's time to put an end to it." Bao Bao

This is a final battle, whether it is for them or the Night Watch. Unless the old president is eliminated, the Night Watch will make a comeback sooner or later.

Putting down his phone and lying on the bed, he could even hear his own heartbeat in the silence. After struggling in the nightmare for so long, he finally waited for the final battle. Too many people fell in this final battle. On the eve of the mission, the scenes in the mission world lingered in his mind.

The night was getting deeper, and the fatigue from the past few days was eroding him bit by bit, as if it was dragging him into the quagmire. His eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

This room was still decorated 20 years ago, and the bronze wall clock on the wall was still swinging. Everything around it seemed normal, but at that moment, something quietly changed.

Slowly, the second hand of the wall clock seemed to be hindered by some kind of obstruction. It moved slower and slower, until it finally stopped with a "click".

The seconds stopped exactly at 12.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng, who was motionless, suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up uncontrollably. His chest felt tight, the kind he had never felt before. He was breathing heavily, and his lungs seemed to be filled with... Thick smoke. violence

After walking behind the door and opening it, the lights in the corridor went out silently, but a faint cold light enveloped the corridor.

As his own door was opened, several nearby doors also opened one after another. Fatty, Yao, Shunyu, Li Bai, and Tang Qisheng Zhu Jie, the six people came together again.

This time there was no longer fear on everyone's faces, as if they had all been waiting for this moment, and had been waiting for a long time.

Walking down the stairs, the building was eerily quiet. The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty building, as if they were the only living creatures here at the moment.

Pushing open the door of the guest house, sure enough, the old bus was parked not far from the door. It was lonely and rusty, looking like a terminally ill old man.

Without hesitation, several people walked towards the bus with firm steps. The door trembled a few times and then opened with a "squeak" sound.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and got on the bus first, followed by Fatty, Yao, Shunyu, Li Bai, and finally Tang Qisheng to congratulate him. violence

What was different from the past was that this time the fog on the bus actually dissipated. The gray fog disappeared. From their position, they could directly see the front of the bus.

And this time, they also saw the strangeness of this car more intuitively. The distance from the door where they got in to the driver's seat was surprisingly long, and it was densely packed in the middle, with at least dozens of rows of seats separated.

Now all the seats are empty. The bloodstains and splashes on the ground are gone, as if they were wiped carefully. However, the scars left on the seats, windows and ceilings by knives and axes still exist.

Just looking at these scars, one can fully imagine the cruelty of the previous battle, and this time, it will be even worse.

After getting on the bus, the fat man looked left and right, and his expression gradually became nervous. Jiang Cheng understood that he was not afraid, but he did not find Dahe Niangniang, Huaiyi Wangqi and others.

Yao Shunyu gently pushed him from behind, "Let's go."

Under the leadership of Jiang Cheng, the group walked step by step to the front of the car. This time their goal was very clear, which was the driving seat where the old president was. 暴

While holding the seat and moving forward little by little, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little dazed. When he first entered the nightmare world, he boarded a bus that looked like a bus. Now, regardless of success or failure, this will be his last time to ride this ghost bus. This seems to have completed a cycle in a sense.

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