Nightmare Attack

The waiter still maintained his last movements and stood in front of them, his eyes losing their luster. (audience)

All of this happened silently, but it was this weird atmosphere that made Zhou Ze feel suffocated even more. The oppression caused by these two weirdos was far more intense than Xue Jia Lai's.

No. 13 shook the wine glass in his hand, not bothering to pay attention to the waiter who was dismembered by No. 2. His eyes slowly swept around the bar, looking for the source of this supernatural incident.

Here is a disciple who is out of control.

Finding people is not No. 2's strong point. He is used to solving problems in a more direct way, just like dealing with this enthusiastic waiter. No. 2 raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, "How is it?" Then he looked at No. 13 .

No. 13 frowned slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face, "I can feel that guy's breath. It's right here, but I can't determine its location."

After a moment of silence, as if he had made up his mind, No. 13 took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, and No. 2 casually pulled a chair and placed it in front of No. 13.

He put his hands together, held down the playing cards for a few seconds, and scattered the cards on the chair. No. 13 used a lot of force, but none of the cards fell to the ground.

The next second, a scene that made Zhou Ze's hair stand on end appeared. A white glove appeared out of thin air on the boy's outstretched left hand, and the playing cards on the chair began to move in a strange state under the operation of this hand, one by one. It trembled and turned over, and in the end there was only one left, facing away.

The flipped playing cards are neatly arranged around the last card.

Zhou Ze subconsciously counted the number of cards turned over. There were 52 real cards and 2 secondary cards.

54 photos in total.

Zhou Ze immediately realized that the card now lying upside down on the chair was an extra one and did not belong to any of the cards in the set. He began to wonder what was on this card.

But he didn't notice that after the white gloves appeared, the pupils of the boy not far from him gradually expanded, and his whole person took on a strange posture, as if he was on the verge of death.

Slowly, the white glove turned over the last card.

In an instant, Zhou Ze's face froze. The card showed a guy dressed like a clown, which was more terrifying and grotesque than any clown he had ever seen before.

And...and the clown is wearing the same white glove on his right hand, but his left hand is bare.

A ridiculous guess emerged in Zhou Ze's mind, "Could it be...could the white glove on his left hand be stolen from the clown?"

The clown on the card stared out with malicious eyes. The next second, his body started to squirm strangely, and then he suddenly stretched out his left hand. In Zhou Ze's incredible eyes, a hand came out from the card and grabbed the boy's hand. The wrist seemed to pull him into the cards.

This absurd and weird scene was actually playing out in front of his eyes, and Zhou Ze even suspected that he had time-traveled into a movie.

But when he came to his senses, everything was back to normal.

The playing cards were placed quietly on the chair, with the last card still upside down. The boy was breathing heavily and shaking his arms slightly.

If Zhou Ze could observe more carefully, he would find that the boy's shaken cuffs just cover his left wrist, and at this moment, there are several deep marks on the slender wrist, with five distinct fingers on the marks.

After No. 13 took a deep breath, No. 2 lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?"

"It's not the only one here, there's something else here!" No. 13 looked at No. 2, "Aside from you and the out-of-control disciple, there's another guy hiding here! There are three S-classes here!"

No. 2's eyes paused slightly, "It's the night watchman. They also sent people."

No. 13 nodded and looked around with a little more vigilance. The situation was worse than expected. If only one disciple lost control, he and No. 2 would still have a chance to limit it, but there was another one hiding in the dark. At S level, this would be troublesome.

Who would have thought that three S-class people would actually squeeze into this unknown bar. What he was most worried about was what the guy hiding in the dark would do when he and No. 2 teamed up to deal with the out-of-control disciple. Things come out.

"Huh?" No. 13 suddenly looked at his left hand. The white glove appeared again, and the playing cards on the chair began to shake for no reason.

No. 13 stared at the last card, his mouth opened slightly, and panic appeared on his face, "Someone is coming, a new S-class, stronger than all of you!"

Hearing this, No. 2 picked up No. 13 and left immediately, "I can't stay any longer. I'll take you out first."

Seeing the two benefactors leaving in a hurry, Zhou Ze jumped up from his chair and chased after me, "Benefactor, please wait for me, take me with you!"

In Kangman Bar, the corridor where Jiang Lei and the others came in was dimly lit.

A fleshy hand shook in front of a person with a stiff face. After a moment, the fat man swallowed his saliva, turned his head and whispered to Jiang Cheng beside him: "Doctor, you are really amazing, he really can't see us."

Jiang Cheng looked at the sculpture-like waiter in front of him. He was sure that the waiter was dead and was now assimilated into a part of this supernatural event.

He often came to Conman Bar, but he never knew that there was this passage under his feet. He looked towards the end of the road. This road was very deep, as if it led to another world.

"Fat man, give me your hand." Jiang Cheng said seriously.

The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion, then raised his left hand. Jiang Cheng pulled the fat man's wrist with his hand, then lifted it up, and slapped the waiter with a stiff smile with the fat man's hand in a lightning-fast manner.

The touch on the waiter's face was very cold, which reminded the fat man of the corpse in the morgue cabinet, but before he could get scared, he found that the expression on the waiter's face changed, becoming more frightened than him. The waiter suddenly jumped back a step, leaned against the wall, covered his right face with his right hand, and looked around with a pair of frightened eyes, "Who? Who hit me?"

Jiang Cheng finally put his mind at ease at this moment, and smiled at the fat man who was staring at the strangeness, saying: "Now you can rest assured, the people inside can't see us or hear us talking."

"Because we are entangled in the bus, ordinary supernatural events can't affect us."

"It seems... it doesn't seem to be such a doctor." The fat man looked at the waiter, and he found that the waiter's originally empty eyes gradually focused, but he was not looking at him and Jiang Cheng, but at their shadows left on the wall.

To be exact, it was Jiang Cheng's shadow.

The next moment, before the waiter opened his mouth and prepared to make the next reaction, a knife came out from behind and nailed the waiter's shadow to the wall.