Nightmare Attack

For some reason, the image of the straw man suddenly appeared in his mind. Reading

He made up his mind and walked deeper into the corridor. The doors on both sides were closed, with ordinary decorative paintings on them. At least he didn't see anything strange.

Turning a corner, he saw a room that was obviously larger and more luxurious.

Unlike Luo He and the others who had to push the door open, Linghu Yong had better luck. The black wooden double door was half open at this moment.

Through the half-open door, he could see a large bed inside.

A person was standing by the bed, and a red lantern was placed on the ground.

The candle in the lantern was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if there was wind blowing.

The person had his back to him, bowed slightly, and seemed to be holding something in his hand, and his arm stretched out to the person on the bed from time to time.

This might be difficult to understand for others, but it awakened Linghu Yong's deep memory. He immediately realized that the person who came with a lantern was feeding medicine to the person lying on the bed.

"Who?"

Just when Linghu Yong was about to continue observing, he was discovered, and his appearance obviously scared the other party.

As he expected, the person standing by the bed was holding a medicine bowl with a spoon for feeding medicine in the bowl.

But because of the light, he couldn't see the man's face.

"Don't be nervous, I'm the person sent by Director Qiao." Linghu Yong was worried about misunderstanding, so he immediately explained: "I'm here to help you."

"Director Qiao" The other party seemed to be hesitant.

From the sound, it was a man, about the same age as himself, and it was estimated that he might be Mr. Feng's son.

Thinking of this, Linghu Yong continued, "Director Qiao is worried that something like that will happen again here, so he sent us to help you. I have a few companions, and you will see them soon." Hearing this, the man seemed to relax a little, and casually put the medicine bowl on the table at the side, "It's you, I heard from the gatekeeper Liu Quezi, but you came to visit late at night, is it to..." "That's right, we also want to visit during the day, but Liu Quezi said it's not convenient for you to visit during the day, and also said that Mr. Feng is very ill and doesn't want us to come to disturb him." Linghu Yong said quickly. For some reason, he always felt uneasy here. After understanding the situation, he was ready to leave immediately. "My father is indeed ill, but not as serious as he said. He can get out of bed and move around now." The man said, then turned his eyes to look at the bed, and said in a sad tone: "My wife is in a very bad condition now." Before he finished speaking, Linghu Yong heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. There were many people coming, estimated to be 5, 6, or even more, "Yong'er, who are you talking to?" An old man with a cane and someone to support him walked out of the dark corridor. The old man was dressed in brocade clothes, which looked very expensive, but no matter how luxurious the clothes were, they could not cover up the old man's haggard face. He seemed to have not rested for a long time. His face was pale, his eye sockets were deep, and his movements were also stiff in an inexplicable way. Linghu Yong suspected that the footsteps downstairs were his. The old man was the real owner of the Feng family, Master Feng. Seizing the opportunity, Linghu Yong immediately revealed his identity to the old man and the people behind him. Several eyes looked back and forth at Linghu Yong's face. "So that's how it is." Master Feng spoke slowly, and then walked over with the help of a middle-aged woman, "Thank you for your hard work. When my Feng family survives this disaster, I will definitely reward you handsomely." "Master Feng, you are too polite." Linghu Yong replied. After saying that, Linghu Yong turned around and looked at the bed. From his angle, he could only see a bulge in the quilt on the bed, vaguely a human figure, but since he came in, he didn't hear any sound from the person on the bed. Did she fall asleep? Or was it for some other reason. Linghu Yong had many guesses in his mind, which aroused his curiosity. He began to piece together the appearance of the woman on the bed in his mind. Similar pictures actually gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. In the dim environment, a seriously ill woman and a man feeding medicine on the side

"Yong'er, what are you thinking about?"

An old and stiff voice came, Linghu Yong was in a trance for a moment, and subconsciously answered: "Nothing, father, I'm thinking it's time for Ruoxi to change the dressing, I'm going to notify the nurse"

The next second, he stopped abruptly, and then as if he suddenly realized something, he widened his eyes and looked at Master Feng with horror. The other's lips moved from time to time, but the sound he made did not match his lip movements at all!

At this time, Master Feng was like a weird puppet, with a pair of old eyes looking at him, his eyes were empty.

Linghu Yong suddenly noticed that in Master Feng's eyes, there was no reflection of his own shadow at all.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded behind him, "Nothing, father, I'm thinking it's time for Ruoxi to change the dressing, I'm going to notify the nurse, you can rest assured that I'm here."

When the voice sounded, Linghu Yong's heart fell into an ice cave, and a chill ran from head to toe.

That was his own voice!

Afterwards, he suddenly realized why he could see Mr. Feng and everyone else's face clearly, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

At first, he thought it was because the light in the room was dim, but now he thought it was more like the man's face was always covered with a fog that couldn't be dispersed.

Just like the fog outside that fascinated him!

Ghost!

He is the ghost!

Almost using up all his courage, Linghu Yong turned his stiff neck and looked at the man behind him.

As the line of sight extended, the fog on the man's face subsided like ice and snow in boiling water, and then, a face exactly like his appeared.

Slowly, the layout of the room also changed. The originally luxurious and huge room became ordinary and the area was much smaller.

An off-white bottle rack stood beside the bed, and the bed turned into an ordinary iron bed, light blue, the most common one in hospitals, with a loose white quilt on top.

There was also a pair of women's slippers beside the bed.

"Linghu Yong" didn't seem to notice anything and was still repeating himself. He slowly leaned down and approached the woman on the bed. At this moment, he could clearly see the woman's haggard face.

The lower part of the face and neck were wrapped in thick gauze, and there was a faint turbid yellowish pus oozing out.

The dust-laden memories were awakened, and Linghu Yong was trembling all over, as if he had returned to that rainy night many years ago, that seemingly ordinary car accident scene.

Their car crashed into a crooked tree on the side of the road.

Fortunately, Ling Huyong, who was driving the car, only suffered minor injuries, but his wife was not so lucky. The impact point happened to be on the passenger side, and the huge inertia almost broke her cervical vertebrae.