Nightmare Attack

Ever since they arrived at Wugong Village, the sky here has been gloomy, the mountains and forests in the distance were filled with mist, and everyone was breathless under the pressure of what happened one after another.

Time seems to have lost its meaning in a place like this. When the villagers who came to help left, they were the only ones left here.

The last person to go out was the old woman. She held Li Bai's hand and rubbed her fingers as thick as tree bark back and forth on the back of Li Bai's hand. Although Li Bai was repulsed from the bottom of his heart, he didn't show it on his face.

"That's great, that's great!" The old woman's turbid eyes were full of emotion, "My granddaughter was only your age when she left, and she was more handsome than you, but she..."

As if they were worried that the old woman was confused and said the wrong thing, the remaining people hurriedly pulled her away. The middle-aged woman they had seen before came up and warned you: "I remind you again, you must close the door tightly at night. A stranger calls Men Qian." Don't answer the question, you newcomers here don't know how powerful it is, those evil cultivators are no joke, there are already many people in the village who are in trouble."

Facing the middle-aged woman's kindness, Jiang Cheng accepted it all, and at the same time said gratefully: "Please don't worry, Brother Fu Qing has emphasized it many times."

"By the way, there is one more thing. You don't have to leave the door open for Xiuling at night. She won't come back. Alas! It's quite pitiful to say that although she is a woman, she is her grandfather's only relative. At night, she She wanted to guard her grandfather's place and talk to him. After finishing speaking, the woman sighed sadly.

"You should do your part as a filial piety." Jiang Cheng behaved very reasonably.

After hearing this reply, the middle-aged woman seemed to be satisfied. Before she left, she did not forget to give Li Bai a deep look, as if she hoped to take her away with him.

Watching these people go away, Jiang Cheng closed the courtyard door and the group returned to the room. Jiang Cheng told the story about the painting. Even though he didn't exaggerate it, the incident really shocked everyone, especially Li Bai, who was the person involved. Now recalling the way those people looked at her and their excessive care for her... everything turned out to be like this, and Li Bai couldn't help but shudder in the next second.

"Li Bai, don't be afraid, we are here." The fat man couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Li Bai's pale face.

But the fat man's comfort was obviously not very convincing. Finally, Jiang Cheng spoke. She looked at Li Bai and said, "You should rest now and don't sleep until later. The rest of us will take turns to keep vigil and ensure that there is someone with us all night." around you."

Squeezing the hard object in his pocket, Jiang Cheng exhaled, "The fake grandpa found the fat man last night. I think it was because of this wooden sign. I hope... I can see him tonight."

Fatty has a carefree personality. He was scared after spending last night. In fact, he didn't remember much useful information. It would be much better if it was Jiang Cheng.

Now Jiang Cheng still has a few things to confirm with Fatty, "Last night, when you woke up, apart from finding that we were missing, were there any changes to the nearby objects or scenery?"

The fat man recalled what he saw last night and slowly shook his head, "There was nothing but darkness in the room, but I vaguely remember that the village gave me a different feeling. It seemed... it seemed more dilapidated, and there was a faint smell. Ruowu's feeling of depression is not because of the fake grandpa, but something else, in the direction of the village."

"Direction to the village..."

Jiang Cheng thought of the returning funeral procession. That procession came out of the village and brought back the real grandpa who had returned from the dead.

They carried the fake grandpa's body outside the village, but brought the real grandpa back from the village. What's the mystery behind this?

Thinking about it, Jiang Cheng stretched out two fingers to rub his temples to feel refreshed. He asked Tang Qisheng to wrap up a portion of the remaining incense ash and take it with him. He would find it useful.

There are only so many clues now, and there will be no results if we continue to discuss them. Everyone did not separate that night, they all gathered in a room. The fat man and Yao Shunyu burned the fire very brightly, and the flames slightly dispelled the chill in their hearts, and brought everyone together. Faces were reflected brightly.

Because he might have to meet his fake grandpa tonight, Jiang Cheng checked what he had on him and fell asleep. The voices of everyone talking became quieter and quieter, and Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

"Jiangcheng."

"Jiangcheng."

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In a daze, Jiang Cheng heard someone calling his name, and then his heart hurt, and he suddenly woke up. He covered his heart, which felt very hard.

It's that wooden sign!

But how did the wooden sign originally placed in his pocket end up at his heart?

Moreover, the candles and fire in the room were extinguished at some point. Now the room was gloomy, and he was the only living person left.

But with Fatty's experience, he didn't panic. He looked up at the window. Sure enough, there was a slightly rickety shadow on the thin window paper.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Along with the sound of coughing, the shadow reflected on the window paper shook violently like ripples, as if he was about to cough up his lungs in the next second.

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed. He knew that the fake grandpa was here. The martial arts master who died in vain in the martial arts village came to find him. Their guess was correct, it was because of this wooden sign!

As if knowing that Jiang Cheng was awake, the fake grandpa turned around and walked towards the courtyard door. Jiang Cheng opened the door. He did not chase the fake grandpa immediately, but quickly came to the fake grandpa's room. The door was ajar. , just like what they saw in the afternoon, the painting was still hanging on the wall, but the fake grandpa in the painting had disappeared at this moment, giving people the feeling that the fake grandpa had just stepped down from the painting.

At the same time, other locations on the painting were obscured by a layer of gray fog, and even Xiuling's figure was hidden in the fog.

Jiang Cheng was keenly aware that this fog was very similar to the mysterious fog they saw in the mountains and forests outside the village.

Already knowing that there was something wrong with the painting, Jiang Cheng had more important things to do here. He cautiously reached out and planned to turn the painting over. He wanted to see if the real grandpa was still on the painting, but the next second, A chill ran down his back, and he saw a calloused hand holding the painting.

Turning around, Jiang Cheng was facing the black mouth of the fake grandpa. There were cracks on the fake grandpa's stiff face, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Are you preventing me from turning this painting over because it would be dangerous?"

Jiang Cheng wasn't sure, but soon the fake grandpa took stiff steps and walked outside. Jiang Cheng stared at the fake grandpa's shoes and thought for a moment, then took out the incense ash from his pocket, walked a few steps quickly and sprinkled it in front of the fake grandpa. The fake grandpa stepped on it completely, leaving a clear shoe mark on it.

"Aren't they these innocent souls?" Jiang Cheng frowned, "What on earth are those ghosts hiding in the mist?"

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