Nightmare Attack

"Let's go, follow him and take a look. Yu Chengmu raised his legs and followed the shoe prints into the village.

The strange shoe prints were quickly separated from the villagers' footprints, and they set foot on a path alone. Judging from the rough footprints left behind, it was estimated that there were quite a few of these ghosts, at least a dozen.

This number obviously cannot be explained by the corpses in a few coffins last night.

Everyone walked all the way and finally arrived at an independent courtyard on the edge of the village. The shoe prints disappeared in front of the courtyard gate.

The yard was larger than the villagers' houses they saw along the way, but it was slightly dilapidated. If you look closely, you could see signs of someone living there. The front door had been simply taken care of.

"The courtyard wall of this house is so high." Fatty looked around. The height of the courtyard wall prevented them from seeing the scene inside. The more this happened, the more curious everyone became.

Jia Jinliang pretended to knock on the door, but Yu Chengmu stopped him and scolded him, "Nonsense, do you know what you are doing?" Yu Chengmu twitched his beard, looking serious.

"Old sir, what advice do you have?" Jia Jinliang chuckled, his acting skills were more natural than Yu Chengmu's, and there was even a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Yu Chengmu walked over, stood on tiptoes, straightened his arms, and touched the top of the door frame with his hand. After a while, he seemed to touch something. When he pulled it with his hand, light suddenly came to him. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

It is an embedded mirror with a simple style and Bagua patterns around it.

The mirror was originally covered with a piece of cloth, but at this moment, the dark cloth was torn off by Yu Chengmu and held in his hand.

"There is a Bagua mirror on the door. The stone steps under the door are long and thin. The courtyard wall is high and uneven. Bricks are always missing. This family also has a side door." Yu Chengmu stared at the dark courtyard door. , that face was slightly unnatural, "Don't knock on the door of a remote house for any reason, otherwise you will accidentally release the evil spirit inside, and a happy event will turn into a sad event."

Hearing this, Jia Jinliang couldn't help but tremble, but he still said with a forced smile: "Old sir, it's not as bad as you said." Yu Chengmu sneered and stepped aside: "Then you can knock, I want to Let's see what will come to open the door for you." Seeing the liveliness of this group of people, Du Moyu secretly laughed in his heart, but still pretended not to know, and stepped forward to persuade him: "Mr. Yu, Boss Jia is also unintentional. You should stop arguing with him." After changing the subject, Du Moyu complimented, "Please Mr. Yu, please explain the mystery of this courtyard in front of us."

Yu Chengmu did not answer directly, but winked at Zhang Junyu. Zhang Junyu immediately walked to the door after receiving the order. He did not dare to touch the door with his hands. Instead, he picked up a stone from the ground and gently pressed against the wooden door.

There was a gap in the middle of the door, about half a finger wide. Zhang Junyu waited for a while before slowly moving his face towards it.

About a few seconds later, he heard a sound of air-conditioning, "Everything is stable." Zhang Junyu looked away and turned his head, his voice was a little strange.

Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this, "He is indeed a paper maker!"

"Is there a paper guy living here?" Lei Mingyu blinked. He knew nothing about these things, "But what do you mean by everything is stable?"

There was no reply from Chengmu. Zhang Junyu looked at him and said somewhat calmly: "This is a jargon in the antique industry. It refers to four paper horses and eight sedans. It is usually used in important ceremonies."

This is something that ordinary people in the antique business would understand. It is clearly understood by people who have been fishing for money for many years. The identity of people like Cheng Mu became increasingly clear in Jiang Cheng's mind, but his face showed an expression of humbly asking for advice.

But at this moment, Jia Jinliang seemed to suddenly realize something, and looked at the yard with fearful eyes, "So - those who carried away those coffins last night were paper figures made by papermakers?"

"Paper figures carry the coffin?" Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel horrified.

Yu Chengmu glanced at him, and Zhou Qing's open mouth closed again honestly.

There were rapid footsteps not far away, and everyone immediately became nervous and looked towards the corner. After a while, a dark-skinned man walked out from behind the wall. He was the one who led the way last night.

Seeing the people in Jiangcheng, the man trotted over and said in a hurry: "Oh, why are you masters here? It's so easy for me to find them!"

"What happened?" Jiang Cheng asked. Not long ago, the old man was also called away in a hurry. It seemed that something happened in the village.

"Someone is missing in the village." The man said quickly: "It's a woman. Her husband and son are both dead. These two people were among the coffins you guarded last night.

"The woman was crying and dying. We were worried that she was committing suicide, so we specially arranged for someone to keep an eye on her. As a result, the woman used an excuse to go to the hut, but after a while, when she went to look for her again, she disappeared."

"Let's put this matter aside for now. Let me ask you, who is the owner of this house?" It can be seen that Zhou Qing is not interested in the disappearance of the woman at all. The words "paper man carrying a coffin" made everyone confused. Added a layer of shadow.

The man looked at Zhou Qing with a strange expression after hearing this. The next words he said made everyone stunned on the spot, "The owner of this house is the woman's husband. Her husband and son usually take care of it. The business here is quite eccentric, and they don’t have much contact with people in the village.”

"By the way, this should also be related to the business they are engaged in. He is a paper maker. He makes paper figures and horses for the dead. His skills are so good that the paper figures look alive at first glance. Similar."

The man said so much in one breath, but when he heard what he said, the paper figure that was stuck out seemed to be alive at first glance, the fat man's face instantly became ugly. He thought to himself, brother, if you are more confident, maybe it is not just It looks so complicated, but it’s alive and can even carry a coffin!

The man rubbed his hands, looked at them with some embarrassment, and suddenly said: "Since all the masters are here, please come with me to have a look, and also give me courage." The man behaved very honestly and bitterly. Face said: "To be honest with you masters, I am alone and I really don't dare to go in and look for anyone.'

The fat man swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Will that woman run back here? I don't think so."

"Definitely not!" Jia Jinliang also echoed. Although he writes supernatural novels, he is actually not very courageous. He just yells fiercely. The main reason is that there is something wrong with the yard.

"If it's inside, you have to go in and check." The man didn't give them a chance to agree. He walked forward and opened the door twice without knowing how.

"Masters, please come in.

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