Nightmare Attack

"So..." Jiang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the village chief. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

The village chief seemed a little afraid of the young man in front of him. He also deliberately avoided his eyes and lowered his voice. "I'm here...to give you this." The village chief took out the bucket he had seen before from his sleeve.

"What are the rules this time?" Chen Hao has become numb to the lottery. After all, it is the same every time. It has become a routine.

"It takes 4 people."

Before the village chief finished speaking, the fat man rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

The village chief immediately took back the bucket and explained with a guilty conscience: "Please calm down, master, you are useless. This time we need one person from each room."

Zhang Junyu glanced at the fat man maliciously, and laughed in a low voice: "This is fair."

"Then what will we decide by drawing lots this time, the order?" Lei Mingyu asked.

"That's right." The village chief nodded, "As for the selection of each room after the order is determined, it is not up to us to decide, but to the arrangements of the watchman."

As if he was worried that his words were not convincing, the village chief quickly added, "These are all given by the watchman. I also ask all the masters to cooperate."

Although it sounds troublesome, the draw went smoothly. Yu Chengmu ranked first, Chen Hao ranked second, Jia Jinliang ranked third, and Jiangcheng Fatty ranked fourth.

The fat man was holding the lottery with a look of disbelief on his face. According to the previous order, the people at the back were more dangerous.

After all, the crisis does not entirely come from the ghosts in the mission. Teammates are sometimes more insidious than ghosts.

Zhang Junyu, who came out on top, couldn't hold back the joy in his heart. He turned his head, stared at the fat man and laughed softly: "It seems that the situation has changed. This time, rich brothers should be careful."

"Mind your own business." Jiang Cheng responded tit-for-tat.

Facing Jiangcheng, Zhang Junyu smiled mischievously, his eyes filled with hatred. Zhou Qing died in the hands of this man.

The fat man couldn't help but look depressed. Even when he returned to the wing, he still looked guilty.

"Don't worry too much." Jiang Cheng patted the fat man on the shoulder and consoled him, "I think the form of the mission has changed this time."

Jiang Cheng smiled confidently, "And if you think about it, with just a few rotten fish and shrimps, how can they deal with me? Just wait for the next life."

The fat man raised his head and said with some worry: "But this is a high-end game."

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to step on Jiang Cheng's excitement point, and he suddenly became excited, "I'm still in the high-end group! I think there were people who used to come here to play around Rongcheng, who didn't know me, my silver gun guy?" Jun Ke is by no means a wasted reputation, I have bankrupted 4 or 5 stores nearby, and the boss even gave me part of the equity, just to retain talents like me..."

Listening to Jiang Cheng's talk becoming more and more mean, the fat man quickly stopped, "Doctor, I personally suggest you stop talking about your charm in this book. You are really not afraid of attracting Lady Dahe!"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng thought of what Du Moyu said, that the paper man had exactly the same face as himself.

…

Another wing.

"Boss, how are you?" Under Xiwei's candlelight, Abiao unwrapped Jia Jinliang's wound and helped him change the dressing.

Jia Jinliang shook his head slightly, "Don't worry about me."

After a moment, Jia Jinliang frowned slightly, as if what he had been worried about had become a reality, "Abiao, have you noticed, the mission... ahem, the mission is gradually changing."

After re-bandaging the wound, A Biao sat on the chair and nodded, "Yes, the difficulty of the task is gradually increasing. Now the information provided by the village chief is becoming more and more vague. We can only get the task from the watchman. Accurate information.”

"And by the time the watchman finishes speaking, we won't have much time to discuss at all. We will be leaving soon."

The pain of the severed limb made Jia Jinliang's body tremble. "Yes, but this is more detrimental to us. After all, Yu Chengmu knows a lot, but now, he has no chance to tell us."

Abiao hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and finally closed it.

After Jia Jinliang noticed it, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Boss." Abiao replied in blunt Mandarin, "I think it's better not to trust Yu Zhangyan too much. He is a very insidious person."

"He secretly withheld a few items from the last batch of goods, but he didn't even tell us about them." A Biao's voice was full of vigilance, "And..."

"And he also saw something, but didn't tell us." Jia Jinliang said suddenly.

"That's right!" A Biao nodded heavily, "According to Yu Zhangyan's character, no matter how much he knows, he will only reveal 7 points at most. But before, he actually revealed so much information at once, and it was in front of Chen Hao In front of those people in Jiangcheng, I can’t figure out what he is going to do?”

Jia Jinliang let out a horrifying laugh, "What's wrong with me? He's balancing the information gap between the two sides, making it difficult for us to deal with Chen Hao Jiangcheng and the others so easily."

"Let us bleed with a blunt knife. Let us bleed. In this way, after we have solved the Jiangcheng gang, we will not be able to compete with him for the final benefit." A fierce look flashed in Jia Jinliang's eyes, "I just don't know what our Yu Zhangyan is." What kind of benefits did he discover that made him make such a decision?”

…

After an unknown amount of time, a strange banging sound suddenly sounded, and the fat man suddenly woke up while he was half asleep.

"Here we come." Jiang Cheng stood up and walked towards the door.

By the time the two arrived, the other three groups had already arrived, and the watchman staggered over carrying a plain white paper lantern.

But this time, even the big-hearted fat man noticed something strange about the watchman.

His steps could no longer be described as weird, but rather stiff, his knees seemed unable to bend, and his movements were very strange.

When they got closer, the paper lantern was slightly raised, and the sudden appearance of the watchman's face made everyone gasp.

What was reflected in the flickering candlelight was a bloodless, extremely withered face.

Such a face should not appear on a living person at all, but on a corpse in a coffin!

A gust of night wind blew, and Du Moyu couldn't help but shudder. He was even sure that the watchman was dead. Either the watchman's body in front of him was a fake corpse, or... it was a ghost in disguise. !

Just when everyone was afraid to express their anger, the watchman opened the corner of his mouth and scanned their faces one by one, and then a hoarse voice sounded, "Ahem... I have to work hard tonight for you all to recover the corpses."

"There are several corpses parked in the ancestral hall in the east of the village. The corpses have been there for a long time. For some reasons, they have never been able to be laid to rest. I need your help to dispel their grievances and lead their souls back to their places."