Nightmare Attack

After turning around, Xia Meng looked at where the fat man was looking, and then her pupils suddenly shrank.

There was an extra painting on the previously blank wall.

The painting shows a dancing beauty in a bright red costume.

Her steps are light, her hands are twisting orchids, her jade fingers are slender, her neck is plain white, and her beautiful curves are faintly exposed under the costume.

The painter's brushstrokes are profound, and even if the beauty in the painting only reveals half of her face, the implicit charm overflows from the painting, and the artistic conception is very powerful.

When they saw the woman, everyone thought of Master Huang's story.

"Look at the costume she's wearing." The fat man stretched out his finger, seemingly wanting to point at the painting, but before he could stretch it out, he seemed to realize something and retracted in fear.

"Why does it look so familiar to me?" he asked shakily.

Of course it looks familiar, because this costume is the one that was hung downstairs by Master Huang.

It was also the one worn on the skinned Tang Shirou this morning.

Such a painting suddenly appeared here, and it must have a meaning. Xia Meng immediately thought of An Xuan and others who had tried to break into their room.

"It's this painting!" Xia Meng said firmly: "This is the painting An Xuan and the others were looking for before!"

"Is this the painting that appeared in their room yesterday?" The fat man's eyes widened. Such news did not bring him any sense of security. On the contrary, he was even more scared.

Because Tang Shirou died in Anxuan's room last night.

Was "married" by Master Huang.

Sitting in a sedan chair made of paper

The sudden appearance of the painting made them think in the worst direction, whether the appearance of the painting was a sign that one of them was going to die today.

But who?

And why?

Did they do something?

Obviously the location they explored today was relatively less dangerous, but the other two teams went to Master Huang's residence and the abandoned house that was haunted last night.

"Click!"

Xia Meng's expression paused.

She thought about it.

If there was one thing that went wrong today, it would have to be the morning meal.

Those duck blood!

Slowly turning her head, Xia Meng looked at Jiang Cheng with eyes full of disbelief and fear. The latter was sitting at the table with no special expression. He was holding a tea cup in his hand and sipping it lightly, as calmly as Just came back from a walk.

"You!" Xia Meng's beautiful eyes slowly opened wide, "You! It's you!"

The fat man blinked. Although Xia Meng was not as calm as the doctor, he rarely lost his temper like this. His attention had even shifted from the strange painting that suddenly appeared to Xia Meng's body.

"You ate that bowl of human blood!!" Xia Meng lost her voice.

After a moment of pause, the fat man's eyes suddenly changed. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he looked at the doctor. Gradually, his expression became uncontrollable.

His lips couldn't help trembling, he seemed to want to confirm something, but

"Hand over the newspaper." Jiang Cheng slowly put down the teacup in his hand. After a moment, he raised his head, and many frightening things suddenly appeared in the eyes staring at Xia Meng.

"Now." He looked at Xia Meng and said calmly.

"Miss Zuo." Master Liao Zhipi asked with a smile: "Did you really find nothing during this trip with An Xuan?"

Zuo Jing glanced at her teacher Liao Zhi, "I have told you many times that we are lost. By the time we get to Master Huang's residence, it will be too late."

"Okay." Master Liao Zhi nodded, "Okay."

These two words in a row made Zuo Jing frown slightly, but she still sat where she was, with her wide cuffs hanging down, covering her wrists.

She didn't explain much. She seemed to be a changed person after she came back.

Chen Qiang sat on his bed and stared at this place with an appraising eye. Master Liao Zhi's temptation was too obvious. It had happened many times tonight, and it was even annoying.

It seems that An Xuan has got the handle on Zuo Jing. Chen Qiang guesses that something went wrong when the two of them worked together to explore Master Huang's attic, which resulted in Zuo Jing being targeted by a ghost.

But An Xuan found Zuo Jing again and said that he had a way to help her.

Chen Qiang had no good impression of An Xuan. He just felt strange why so many people were willing to be manipulated by him.

If someone catches you, your first reaction should be how to counterattack, rather than seeking skin from the tiger. After all, Tang Shirou's fate is a lesson learned from the past.

From the phenomena discovered so far and the few words of some players, Chen Qiang has deduced something, but it has yet to be verified.

For example, these selected players are all trying to survive, and everyone's ultimate goal is the same, but why do they have to be so internally conflicted with each other?

Just to find a scapegoat?

He didn't think so.

The malice here was so great that just by standing there, he could feel some undisguised glances from behind that would kill him.

Could it be that he suddenly clenched his fists and his eyes changed.

Besides surviving, are there other benefits here?