Nightmare Attack

She has a fair face, bland eyebrows, and delicate lips under her delicate nose. The lips are slightly open, and the breath she exhales makes people confused.

A pair of bright eyes captured the soul, and when their eyes met, Jiang Cheng was speechless.

With Jiang Cheng looking at her like this, a hint of shyness appeared on the woman's face.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng recovered from his trance.

He was certain that the woman had definitely used some kind of charm-like ability on him, otherwise his resistance would never have been so low.

Slowly, the woman's lips curled up, as if she was blaming Jiang Cheng for not being proactive enough, and actually leaned forward and pressed against Jiang Cheng's body.

Jiang Cheng could hear the sound of his own heartbeat. He couldn't figure out why he had violated a taboo, but the Ghost Bride had no intention of killing him.

Did this skin save him?

Lu Jianli?

When he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Jiang Cheng calmed his mind, gently supported the woman's body, and sat next to her on the bed.

"Madam." Jiang Cheng put his arms around the woman's thin waist, pressed it against her ear, and blew the air gently, "But it's your fault that your husband has neglected you?"

The woman's eyes were full of resentment, but it only lasted for a moment. She was washed away by a stream of spring water, and then she shook her head gently.

Jiang Cheng smiled, slowly lowered his head, and touched the woman's cheek, rubbing it slightly, "Madam, husband, I am the court's new beauty scout. I know that Madam is also very knowledgeable in diction. Tonight, you and I will have some fun singing together. how?"

The woman's smart eyes blinked after hearing this, and finally she tapped her chin gently.

Great, you can procrastinate again!

Just as the woman was about to stand up, she was suddenly stopped by Jiang Cheng. The next second, the woman was picked up by the waist and walked all the way to the table.

There were wine bottles and wine on the table, and some food was placed on red paper.

The woman was sitting on Jiang Cheng's lap, and all kinds of spring lights suddenly appeared. The fragrance coming through the wedding dress was like poison that seduces people.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng caught a glimpse of the red hijab thrown on the bed. Jiang Cheng stretched out his finger and dipped it lightly in the wine glass. Then he wrote a line of words on the table. The font was vigorous and powerful: Three feet of red curtain covered the face.

Then he looked at the beauty in his arms with a smile on his face, which was very provocative.

Unexpectedly, the woman quickly imitated his actions, touching the wine with her slender fingers, and then added on the other side: Half an inch of lovesickness turned to ashes.

The three-foot red curtain covers your face, and half an inch of lovesickness turns to ashes.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown, not because this sentence was so appropriate, but because he lamented the woman's persistence and the resentment accumulated in his heart.

The candlelight was dim, and a man and a woman were dressed in costumes, reciting poems and composing poems. No matter how you looked at it, it was a beautiful sight that made others envious.

But if you look carefully, you can see the clues. Neither of them left a shadow on the ground.

Jiang Cheng always had doubts, but he had no way of asking. He guessed that the paper man named Lu Jianli could really be explained by coincidence.

Could someone really draw a face exactly like their own out of thin air?

Or have these sinister people seen themselves before? In a moment he may never understand.

Jiang Cheng's vision became strange. He remembered that Lin Wan'er had said that he was not a human being. He was accepted back from another world by the old president through this bus.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but wonder, maybe at a certain moment in the past, he really had an intersection with these people in this world.

It's a pity that these have completely become a mystery with the death of the watchman and those Yin Xingren.

"How about it?"

"Didn't hear it."

"Listen carefully, why do I hear the sound of something shaking?"

"Huh?" Du Moyu almost pressed half of his face against the wall, "Really, brother Fugui, please don't lie to me?"

Fatty and Du Moyu, one on the left and one on the right, both put their ears against the wall near Jiang Cheng's room, listening excitedly in the corner.

Wu shook his head, looking disdainful of being associated with him. He was weird, how could he have such a low-level interest.

The fat man stood up slightly and said in a tone of embarrassment: "Brother Wu, why don't you come over and listen to us? You said that it's so late at night that your right ear is several times bigger than the left. It’s still moving towards us, isn’t it a little scary?”

Du Moyu felt the same.

I was a little embarrassed when I heard this, and my ears instantly returned to normal, but I would never admit such a thing.

"I asked, did you hear anything?" the fat man asked.

"Is that the kind of creaking and unbearable rocking sound of the bed?" Du Moyu looked very excited.

After a moment, Wu shook his head.

Du Moyu felt deeply regretful, while the fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

He reminded Wu that if there was that kind of sound, he must go to save people immediately. He couldn't delay for a second. If he was too late, he was afraid that the doctor wouldn't be able to hold on until then.

At this moment, the doctor and the woman were standing in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside.

After this period of contact, Jiang Cheng also slowly let down his guard against the ghost bride.

Of course, the most important thing is that time is almost over.

It's almost daybreak.

"It's actually snowing." Jiang Cheng looked at the fluttering snowflakes outside the window and couldn't help but be surprised. How could it be snowing in what month it was?

The ghost bride nestled in his arms, as if she had predicted that Jiang Cheng would leave him, feeling the last tenderness.

"Two places miss each other and are showered with snow, and they will grow old together in this life."

When this sentence appeared on the wall, Jiang Cheng understood that the ghost bride had already seen through his thoughts and knew that he was determined to leave.

Is this the ability of the ghost bride, or the sixth sense of women, Jiang Cheng is not sure.

He lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something to explain to the ghost bride, but the next second, a slightly cold lip kissed him, and a pair of arms tightly wrapped around his neck, full of fragrance and softness.

The sky was bright.

The fat man and others waited anxiously in front of the door. As the door was pushed open, Jiang Cheng walked out.

His clothes were still neat, and Du Moyu looked up and down with suspicious eyes, wondering if he had just tidied them up.

Only Jiang Cheng was alone, and the ghost bride disappeared.

Jiang Cheng's face showed a trace of loss, and there was a faint sound of bells as he walked.

Without speaking, several people left the Wu family mansion. As soon as they walked out of the door, they saw a bus parked on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

God knows how this car drove into the village.

The fat man followed Jiang Cheng and walked towards the bus. Suddenly, he found a red string on Jiang Cheng's wrist, and on the red string, there was a delicate bell. It was the ghost bride's bell! He recognized it at a glance.