Nightmare Attack

Behind a jade screen, there are many musical instruments, erhu, jinghu, gongs, flutes, and a drum standing in the corner of the single string.

These are the strange things that Master Liao Zhi mentioned.

"These things were not available when we came here last time." Staying here, Master Liao Zhi seemed very nervous, but unfortunately, he was unwilling to leave like this. After all, he was the next person targeted by the ghost.

If no useful clues are found, tonight may very well be his last night.

"They all seem to be musical instruments needed for singing opera." An Xuan was very cautious. He just looked at it, but didn't touch anything. He walked to the drum and looked up and down.

"Look at the position of this drum." He seemed to have discovered something, and his voice was a little different from before. "Is it similar to the strange circle in the painting?"

In the painting, a round thing appeared on the top of the attic. It was not very big, and its size matched the drum.

Just when Jiang Cheng stepped forward to take a good look at the drum, teacher Liao Zhi turned around and accidentally knocked down a standing instrument with his arm.

The instrument fell over, and then the top hit the drum surface, making a "dong" sound.

Because the point of impact was very far away from the drum surface, the sound was not loud, but strangely, as soon as the sound appeared, the three of them shuddered almost at the same time. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

"What are you doing?!" An Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The teacher who made the noise, Liao Zhi, was obviously more frightened than the other two. His face was tangled together, and he looked really scared to death.

He immediately looked around, until he found nothing unusual, he gradually calmed down, his fingers still trembling.

Jiang Cheng was more cautious than them. He looked around carefully for a long time, especially the ceiling, behind the screen, and near the bed, which were easy hiding places.

It wasn't until he found nothing that he looked away and continued to look at the drum.

"The drums sound at the third watch, and the boat sails above the moon. Half a pair of vegetarian bags can relieve worries."

The first sentence in this code word points to the drum, and then something similar to the drum also appears in the painting. So is there any meaning in it?

And Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes. There were so many musical instruments here, why did he only hear the sound of drums and no other instruments every night when he sang?

Is it really just a coincidence?

This drum seems to be very old. The red paint around the drum body has also fallen off a lot and is mottled. There are traces of time everywhere. There is a very obvious stain on the drum surface.

The stain was not big, about the size of a few fingernails, but the shape was a little weird, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Staring at the drum and interweaving the whole incident, he slowly came up with a bold idea.

Just when he was about to reach out and touch the drum, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

He stopped and looked around, and suddenly found that An Xuan was missing.

"Where is Mr. An?" Jiang Cheng immediately asked his teacher Liao Zhi.

At this moment, the teacher Liao Zhi was studying an instrument at his feet. Hearing this, he immediately raised his head and said, "Mr. An is downstairs. He seems to want to take a look at the costume."

Jiang Cheng felt a shiver in his heart. He first checked his surroundings again and found that there was nothing unusual. However, his hunch told him that there was something strange here that he had not noticed.

He walked to where An Xuan was standing just now and looked around again from his perspective. His eyes slowly moved until he caught a glimpse of the bronze mirror on the dressing table in his peripheral vision.

Through the reflection of the bronze mirror, you can just see the position of the bed.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared behind the originally empty curtain. The shadow slowly wriggled forward, and a bloodless hand slowly poked out from the gap in the curtain.

But in reality, the curtains were still hanging over the bed, not moving at all.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, then looked at his teacher Liao Zhi, and said in a very calm voice: "Something may have happened to An Xuan."

"Ah?" Master Liao Zhi was startled, raised his head and asked hurriedly: "How do you know?"

"Did you hear any noise downstairs after such a long time?"

Teacher Liao Zhi thought for a while, and his face turned pale. Indeed, it was too quiet downstairs.

"I'll go downstairs and take a look. You hide here." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and said, "Even if something happens to An Xuan, I will still have a way to escape, but you should be more careful."

Then, Jiang Cheng stared at his teacher Liao Zhi with very sincere eyes and said, "After all, it is you who the ghost is targeting."

Teacher Liao Zhi also really wanted to go downstairs with Jiang Cheng, but he didn't dare, because Jiang Cheng was right, if something really happened down there, he would be in trouble if he went downstairs.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Hao." Teacher Liao Zhi was so frightened that his face changed color, and he trembled and said, "You are such a good person."

"You're welcome."

"That's right." Master Liao Zhi grabbed Jiang Cheng's sleeve and said tremblingly: "Brother Hao, please pay more attention to An Xuan and Zuo Jing. There seems to be something going on between them. It's them who are responsible for the trouble this time." from."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's already stepped out leg paused, then reluctantly pulled it back, "What's the matter with the two of them?"

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"Hurry up." Jiang Cheng glanced at the bronze mirror inadvertently and found that the ghost's head had been halfway out, and the ghost's face was lowered and was slowly raising.

"That's how I feel." Master Liao Zhi didn't know why he said this to Hao Shuai. Maybe it was just because of his goodwill. He didn't want such a person to be plotted against.

He had been in the army and was very sensitive to gestures as a way of transmitting information, as well as the frequency of blinks. He once tried to use Morse code to decipher the contact information between Zuo Jing and An Xuan, but failed.

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Cheng shook off his teacher Liao Zhi's hand, looking dissatisfied that you had delayed me for so long just because of a feeling.

After watching Jiang Cheng go away, his teacher Liao Zhi huddled behind the screen, raised his ears, and listened quietly to what was going on downstairs.

Neither An Xuan nor Zuo Jing is reliable.

He thought to himself that maybe this Hao Shuai would be a good partner. Although he didn't look normal, he was still very honest in his actions.

At least I didn't leave myself behind.

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and subconsciously scratched his neck. Then, he frowned as if in hindsight, wondering why his neck was so itchy.

The next second, he seemed to have thought of something. He had experienced a numbing feeling in his neck last night. It was on the boat, carrying a bag behind his back.

His throat rolled violently. He turned his stiff neck and looked back little by little.

At the last second before leaving Master Huang's room, Jiang Cheng glanced at the mirror with his peripheral vision. A swollen humanoid object, almost as thick as three people, emerged from the curtains.

Lying on the ground with his upper body, he quickly crawled behind the screen where his teacher, Liao Zhi, was hiding.