Nightmare Attack

As he finished speaking, Xia Qiang slowly backed away. At the last moment of his vision, he saw Lin Muyun turning around, but the next second, his figure was completely obscured by the fog.

Sure enough, he still hadn't been deceived. A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Xia Qiang's mouth. Perhaps it was Lin Muyun's last sentence that made him hear the flaw.

But it doesn't matter anymore, after all, it's him who is being targeted.

And this sentence Lin Muyun has been hidden in his heart for a long time.

He also didn't like the title Master Lin. It was too distant and at the same time too deliberate. Lin Muyun and the young masters from big families that Xia Qiang was used to seeing were two completely different people.

He is elegant and easy-going, has no airs, and more importantly, he has a heart that cares for others.

During this period of contact, Xia Qiang had already regarded him as one of his own, not just someone who needed protection during the mission.

Xia Qiang really hopes that people like him can survive.

It is definitely a good thing for the Lin family to have a young man of such quality as its leader in the future.

And Lin Muyun's final performance was worthy of Xia Qiang's evaluation of him.

He was right. This young man was a trustworthy person.

Lin Muyun felt that he was the one being targeted, not him, so he immediately turned around and tried to save himself.

And Xia Qiang also knew that Lin Muyun did not have the means or ability to rescue him. This was completely a subconscious behavior and there was no time to think.

Just as he thought, when Lin Muyun turned around, his figure completely disappeared from the other party's sight.

Although he knew that he was being targeted, Xia Qiang did not give up on survival, even though he knew that the hope of survival was already very slim.

He stabilized his mind first, and then immediately turned around, with nothing behind him.

This corridor became increasingly gloomy and dark, shrouded in fog from both front and rear, and seemed to be endlessly long.

He took one last look at the location where Lin Muyun disappeared, and then walked in the opposite direction.

His steps became slower and heavier, his legs became stiff, and what was even more frightening was that cold wind kept blowing inward from the back of his neck.

It felt like there was a person standing behind me, blowing on me, and getting closer and closer to him.

He had no doubt that when the opponent was completely pressed against his back, it would be his death.

It seems that their speculation is correct. The murderer needs to approach without being seen and stand behind the person to trigger the killing conditions.

At the same time, he also noticed something strange. His own shadow seemed to be controlled by some kind of force.

A very strange feeling, some kind of force exerted on his shadow, cold and stiff, affecting the movements of his body. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

"Exerting influence on the body through the shadow!" Xia Qiang concentrated. The murderer seemed to have stepped on his shadow, making him feel like he was dragging a heavy object with every step he took.

"Since the murderer will kill from behind, what will happen if we find a wall and stick our back to the wall without leaving any space in between?" This idea took shape in Xia Qiang's mind. Although it was simple, Xia Qiang thought it was worth it. Give it a try.

Without any further hesitation, he immediately turned around and pressed his back against the wall.

1 second.

2 seconds.

After a few seconds, the cold feeling behind him gradually dissipated, as if the invisible person left behind him.

"Successful!" Xia Qiang himself found it incredible that such a simple action could actually get rid of the murderer.

And more importantly, he can maintain this posture until the rain stops and the mission is over.

At the same time, he could feel a malicious gaze watching him not far away.

It's a murderer.

There is no doubt about it.

Xia Qiang couldn't help but hold his breath. It seemed that the other party just hadn't found a way to kill him for the time being, rather than letting him go completely.

This gave Xia Qiang a very bad feeling.

If the murderer's location cannot be found, he cannot be driven away like Jiang Cheng. The murderer will continue to pester him until he finds a suitable opportunity to kill him.

But he kept his back against the wall, what could the murderer do?

Xia Qiang was confused. He tried to press his back against the wall, and then slowly moved along the wall, but the cold gaze also moved with him.

Until Xia Qiang suddenly heard a strange sound in his ears.

"Crack."

"嚓——"

"Crack."

"嚓——"

It sounded like the footsteps of a person, but it was not an ordinary person, but a person with a twisted body and a weird walking posture.

Xia Qiang didn't understand why he had such a specific consciousness in his mind. He couldn't explain it. It was like an intuition.

But what he couldn't figure out was that the murderer should make no sound when walking. In other words, the thing that came was not a murderer, so what the hell could it be?

Could it be that besides the murderer, there is another ghost hiding in the mist?

This speculation made Xia Qiang's back shiver. After all, he could avoid the murderer by leaning against the wall, but facing another completely unfamiliar ghost, he didn't know the other's killing method.

Not leaving him much time, a vague shadow soon appeared in the mist.

The moment the shadow emerged from the mist, Xia Qiang felt a cool air rushing from his feet to his head.

is a person.

To be precise, it was a dead man with his head split in two.

Yuan Xiaotian!

His head was split in two and hung around his neck. As he moved around, red and white viscous liquid kept dripping. The scene was strange and oozing.

The only eye embedded in the eye socket turned stiffly, and finally stared at Xia Qiang's face.

"Xiaotian" Xia Qiang looked distracted for a moment.

After looking into Yuan Xiaotian's remaining eye, Xia Qiang couldn't help but shudder. It wasn't because of the coldness revealed in that eye. On the contrary, he saw fear and entanglement in that eye. .

This gave Xia Qiang a bold idea: Yuan Xiaotian is not dead!

Even though his head was split in half and his brains were smeared all over the floor, he was not dead, really not dead, he was still conscious!

Judging from his current actions, it seems that he is controlled by something, and the actions he takes are not what he wants.

But a murderer!

In other words, he is now the murderer's assistant.

Before Xia Qiang could continue to think, "Yuan Xiaotian" staggered over, then stretched out two hands stained red with blood, and grabbed Xia Qiang.

After Xia Qiang reacted, he leaned against the wall and walked quickly to one side. However, the speed of walking against the wall was too slow, and he was caught by "Yuan Xiaotian" after all.

His hands were like iron pliers, he would not let go, and he pulled Xia Qiang down towards the wall.

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