Nightmare Attack

"There..." Pang Xiaofeng's face turned pale. He didn't know whether he was unwilling or simply scared. 6̳̳

"Yes, masters, move in first. Someone will come to you just before the third watch and tell you what to do." As if he was worried that these people would regret it, the man said quickly: "Don't worry, it's easy."

Everyone just thought he was farting.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Hao turned his head and said in a straightforward tone: "Where is the mourning hall arranged? That man came to us a quarter before the third watch, but you said that we would stay vigil in the mourning hall on the third watch, so there is only a quarter of an hour in between. The person has to tell us how to do it, and then we have to rush to the mourning hall. In terms of time... is it really late? "

The man had a smile on his face, "This master is too worried. He has time, absolutely he has time, because the mourning hall is right in your courtyard!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and a bold idea suddenly emerged in their minds. Could it be that there was no need to keep vigil at all? Even... even the floating corpses were all fabricated, and the real purpose of the villagers was to They tricked them into living in this strange-looking courtyard in the middle of the night, waiting for that person to come.

The so-called person who came to tell them what to do may not be a human at all, but a ghost who kills everyone on sight!

The evil ghost is here to claim the lives of the villagers!

As for the mourning hall...it is more or less the same as the mourning hall left for them.

Jiang Cheng's face remained calm. He quickly thought about all these things together and thought it was unlikely. If this was the case, then there was no need for the villagers to make up a vigil, especially since it had paved the way for so many supernatural events. This will only make them wary of this place.

Putting himself in his shoes, Jiang Cheng would choose not to say anything after meeting, and just put them here to rest, so that they could be killed by ghosts without anyone noticing.

"The mourning hall is in the courtyard, where is it?" Lei Mingyu asked.

The man seemed to be a bit belated and said with a smile: "Look at my mouth, what I said is not accurate. It is indeed in the yard, but it is still some distance away from the rooms where the masters live. It is not too far. , you can walk there, and the person doesn’t have much to explain, maybe just a few words, so please rest assured, masters, you’ll definitely have enough time.”

Du Moyu looked at the courtyard and asked in a low voice: "Who is the person who came to us? Have we seen him?"

"I haven't seen him before." The man said with certainty: "That person works for Murakami and knows some tricks. He is definitely not as knowledgeable as the other masters, but it would be great if you listen."

"Watcher?"

"There's no one who beats the watch and doesn't call the watch. He's just a banger." Hearing this, the man curled his lips with a look of disdain, "But he only knocks the bangs. He never talks when walking at night, right? Yes, he looks a bit..." At this point, the man's face showed something strange, as if he had thought of some kind of scene. The man lowered his voice: "He looks a bit miserable. Masters, you see him unexpectedly, but don't... don't be... Shocked."

The man licked his lips and said with a mysterious expression: "I'm telling you this in secret. Masters, please don't publicize it. I heard the elders say privately that this man's ugly face was not born, but... I met a ghost one night when I was on duty and was caught by the ghost.”

Being a watchman at night is also a very particular profession. Like the corpse fishermen from the river, the executioners in the execution ground, and the corpse chasers who are responsible for returning the corpses of those who died in foreign lands to their hometowns, they are all businesses that are destined to bring evil.

It is said that in the past, in these trades, a master would lead an apprentice, also called a son-apprentice. The master's criteria for selecting apprentices were extremely strict. Generally, those with ugly appearance and ill-fated life would be given priority.

It would be better if the whole family suffered a disaster and he was the only one left alive.

It is said that such a person has a very strong character, and after entering the industry, he can see the seductive underworld judge.

If you are timid, you may be frightened to death.

After noticing the changes in Jiang Cheng's expression, the man felt that he might have said too much, and explained: "Actually, we rarely see him. He usually doesn't come out during the day, and he doesn't live in the village, so the number of times we see him It’s also very rare, he only comes out at night.”

"If he doesn't live in the village, then where does he live?" Lei Mingyu stared at the man, as if he wanted to ask the question.

"Um... I actually don't know about this." The man was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know when the night wind started. It got stronger and stronger, and the temperature dropped a lot. He slowly rubbed his arms and added: "But some people say it's time to wake up. He lives in the mountains, but no one has seen him in the mountains, so... so I'm not sure."

"Then let's ask him face to face tonight." Yu Cheng, a master of woodcraft, was bold and said to the man.

The man's face gradually became strange, and his tone was no longer as respectful as before. He stared at Yu Chengmu and said, "Master, I think it's best for you not to be like this."

"The watchman has a bad temper and is a very weird person. People in our village can't say we like him, and no one is willing to offend him." The man's voice was dull, "Okay, I won't send you away. Take a rest early, time... flies by. "

"He's coming soon." The man said with deep meaning.

Yu Chengmu turned around, and with the help of the young man, he walked towards the yard. Someone started, and everyone followed. When they got closer, they found that the yard was even more shabby than imagined, as if it was a hundred years old. It's history.

The two big red lanterns hanging on the door made the faces of the people look blood red, as if everyone's face was bleeding, and a sense of foreboding came to my heart.

"Hey." Zhang Junyu crossed his arms and motioned everyone to look back.

Turning around, everyone saw that the man was still standing in the same position as before, looking at this place motionlessly, as if the whole person was frozen.

"Go in."

Surprisingly, the youngest Zhou Qing walked to the door without hesitation and knocked on the door three times. These three knocks seemed unintentional, but the fat man could see clearly from his angle that one knock was on the upper part of the door, one was in the middle, and the last one fell on the right side.

But... the fat man widened his eyes. The door was obviously not locked, but was half-closed, with a gap of about two fingers in the middle.

And judging from the man's words, there was no one inside.

No one knocked on what door?

Who could hear it?

The fat man didn't understand.

After doing all this, Zhou Qing took three steps back, waited for a few seconds, and then stepped forward again, pushing the door open, not with one hand, but with two hands, holding one side of the door with one hand, and then slowly pushing it open to both sides.

"Let's go in." Yu Chengmu put his hand on Zhou Qing's arm again, then raised his leg and stepped into the door.

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