Nightmare Attack

Without hesitation, he grabbed the rabbit's ears and pulled it out of the soil, but the force feedback from his hands made him encounter great resistance. ReadМ

At this time, the moonlight shone into the well, and he saw a pale hand emerging from the soil, clutching the rabbit's body tightly.

The hand was very small, and you could tell it was a child. As he exerted force, the hand kept being pulled, exposing more of his body buried under the soil.

"How could it be possible?" While seeing the body clearly, Pandu sat down on the ground.

Twenty years have passed, and the body has not decomposed at all.

The girl still looked like she had when she died, with her eyes closed.

The long eyelashes were mixed with dirt, as if she had just been killed and left here.

"No, no! This is all an illusion, an illusion!"

Pandu's spirit is so tense that he has not yet collapsed. This is entirely based on the belief that as long as he destroys his sister's body, he can be relieved.

But after actually seeing his sister's body, he realized that the fear of the latter was always there, and he was just escaping.

The next second, his hand was suddenly grabbed by a cold little hand.

Pandu mechanically turned his stiff neck, and a pale but delicate little face appeared in front of him.

The little face was still stained with dirt, exuding a strange smell mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

"Brother." The girl opened her mouth, her mouth was dark, like a bottomless pit, "You finally came to see me."

"You still love me, right? It was just an accident." The girl grabbed Pandu's hand, leaving a dark palm print on it.

"Why is this happening?" Pandu fell to the ground, unprecedented fear surrounding him. He crawled back on his hands and feet, trying to stay away, "You are dead, you are dead! How could you still be here? ?”

"I'm waiting for you, brother. I've always been here waiting for you."

"I know, you will definitely come back to see me." The girl's voice sounded fine at first, but after being reflected by the walls of the well, it kept stirring in the well, and her voice became more and more shrill, and finally almost pierced the eardrum. .

Pandu's inner defense completely collapsed. He knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It was my adoptive parents. They did something wrong and I had no choice."

"I have been blaming myself for the past 20 years. I should not have killed you. Please forgive me!"

The younger sister's eyes shone with a strange light. The corners of her eyes were raised upward, showing an expression that was half-smiling, "Yes, brother, 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye. You have grown up and seen the outside world. But I have always looked like this, buried underground, with only it accompanying me. [6] [9] [s] [h] [u] [x] [.] [c] [o] [m] "

She pointed with her little finger, and of course she was talking about the stuffed rabbit.

At this moment, the rabbit fell to the ground, lost its former look, and turned back into an ordinary stuffed toy.

It was as if it had led Pandu down the well, and its mission was over.

"Sister, I will make it up to you, double it!" Pandu looked at his sister's face, and a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

He had seen a similar expression before. In the basement of the police station, there was also the corpse of the Taoist priest in Feng's house.

Although his sister's expression was not so exaggerated, it still gave him the same feeling.

"Giggle." A burst of horrifying laughter came. The younger sister in front of him came closer and closer to him. "Brother, I also want to live. I also want to leave here and experience life in the outside world."

"Can you" the girl's voice suddenly changed, "lend me your skin and let me go out and see the outside world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Pandu had time to feel frightened, he suddenly felt something moving inside his body.

There are many of them, one by one, with a sharp touch, as if they want to pierce the skin and get out from inside.

"What?" Pandu scratched his body and cried loudly, "What did you put in my body? Help! Help me!"

He hoped that someone in the village outside would hear the cry for help, but this was the bottom of a deep well.

And what he didn't know was that the village outside had not changed at all since he appeared.

Not even the lights changed, and no one showed up.

"Stab-"

There was a sound of cloth being torn, and in Pandu's shocked, even desperate eyes, he tore open the skin on his arm with his own hands.

But there was no blood flowing out. There was not even flesh and blood under the almost transparent skin, but it was filled with dry straw.

He could clearly see the platycodon on the straw, which was very rough, like a scarecrow in a wheat field.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Pandu looked at his body and screamed helplessly.

More and more straws were piercing out from various parts of his body. He felt suffocated. At the same time, there was a strong friction in his throat, and countless straws began to pour out of his mouth.

Then came the nose, ears, and even the eyes.

Sharp straws pierced his eyeballs and swarmed out of their sockets. At the last moment of his life, he saw the girl reaching out and tearing him apart.

A complete piece of human skin fell off and was then covered by the girl.

And he could only reluctantly bend his arms that had turned into straw, and stretched helplessly towards the girl, "Pippi, give me back my skin."

The sound coming from his throat no longer sounded like a person's.

In the dry well, a scarecrow twisted its body, and the bright moonlight shone down. Next to the scarecrow, there was an unwanted rabbit doll.

Its daybreak.

At this moment, everyone is gathered in the same room. Even if no one speaks, you can feel the invisible pressure in the air.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the person lying on the bed.

Pandu.

Not long ago, they were woken up by a scream, and then they saw this strange scene.

Pandu was lying flat on the bed, with his hands crossed on his chest. The strange thing was that his face was exactly the same as the dead people!

The skin is pale, as if the blood has been drained, the eyebrows are raised exaggeratedly, the corners of the eyes are raised, and the eyes are slightly narrowed, giving an inexplicable and strange look.

But there is no doubt that he was tricked and became the first victim in the mission.

Dead people are very common in supernatural events, but there are not many such mysterious deaths.

It seemed that he was just sleeping and didn't do anything special like going out at night.

"He should have violated some kind of taboo during the day, which led to a ghost coming to kill him at night." Chen Qiang gave a reasonable hypothesis.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhao Xingguo, who had never spoken much, grabbed his hand and pressed it on Pandu's chest.

The next second, Chen Qiang's expression suddenly changed.