Nightmare Attack

But now was not the time to think about these things. The fake grandpa's movements seemed rigid, but his speed was not slow. Jiang Cheng followed him and walked outside.

The moment he walked out of the courtyard, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He also felt what the fat man felt, either outside the village or in the direction leading to the village!

To Jiang Cheng's surprise, this time the fake grandpa did not go straight out of the village, but walked stiffly towards the village step by step.

As we go deeper into the martial arts village, Jiangcheng is deeply shocked by the depression and dilapidation in front of us. In the dream brought by the fake grandpa, this martial arts village has completely changed into a scene. There are ruins everywhere, and only a few rooms are still alive. Even the complete house was burned by the fire, and the remaining half wooden door still had marks of knife and axe.

When Jiang Cheng witnessed such a tragic situation, his first impression was that the village had suffered a great disaster, probably caused by a large group of bandits.

This group of extremely vicious men not only looted the entire fishing village, but also burned the village to the ground. Jiang Cheng guessed that it was probably because of this disaster that the villagers lost their relatives.

The road in the village was rugged, and the closer it got to the center of the village, the more seriously damaged it became. There were broken bricks and rubble everywhere on the road, but just when Jiang Cheng was wondering if there was an end to this road, light appeared in front of him.

It was a courtyard that could still stand. The courtyard gate was gone, and many places on the courtyard wall had collapsed. But what was really weird was that this abandoned courtyard was actually filled with white paper lanterns.

The lanterns swayed left and right in the night wind, as if greeting the visitors.

There was light in a room in the yard. The fake grandpa also slowed down at this moment and walked over with Jiang Cheng one behind the other. Jiang Cheng followed the fake grandpa's wishes and looked in through the gap in the window. It didn't matter whether he looked or not. His expression suddenly changed, and he saw two people in the room, a man and a woman. The man was sitting on the chair, while the woman was standing behind him, combing his hair.

The man is the real grandpa in the painting, and the woman is naturally the granddaughter Xiuling!

The comb scratched across Zhen Grandpa's scalp bit by bit, and the rough sound it made was chilling. It was definitely not the sound that human hair would make, but rather like being scraped against the bark of a tree.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel horrified, no wonder Xiuling didn't go back tonight, she actually guarded her grandfather's grave like this.

Xiuling gently lifted Grandpa's hair with one hand, and slowly combed it down with a comb with the other hand. Her movements looked very strange, and what was even weirder was Grandpa's movements. He shook his head slightly, as if the head was not there. It's so stable that it looks like it will fall off at any time.

Just when Jiang Cheng was thinking about what would happen next, he suddenly heard a strange sound, like... like the sound of water. The sound of water was dull, deep and loud, and just listening to it made people excited. The depression from the bottom of my heart is like being tied up and sinking into the dark bottom alone.

It’s the sound of the lake!

Spring God Lake!

Jiang Cheng's heart trembled, but when he reacted, he realized that the sound of water was actually coming from the center of the village. It was very close to him. It was so close that chills ran down his spine. But the key point was how could Spring God Lake be there? There!

Now the fake grandpa suddenly moved. He opened his legs and fled at a very fast speed, running towards the outside of the village. Jiang Cheng quickly followed him. You could see how scared he was through the fake grandpa's back. , Jiang Cheng believed that he had found the root cause. The secret of this martial arts village was hidden in the center of the village.

As he ran farther and farther, the sound of water gradually became thinner. In the end, Jiang Cheng did not resist his curiosity and looked back. But just this glance made him unable to look away anymore. All he saw was gray. Under the cover of the mist, a huge figure was looming, dozens of meters high.

It is absolutely impossible for such a thing to exist in the village, and they are not blind. The only explanation is that this thing only exists in such dreams, or it only appears at night, and during the so-called daytime, this thing is very important to them. is invisible.

He followed the fake grandpa to the entrance of the village. Until now, Jiang Cheng had not completely recovered from the scene just now. The scene was too shocking.

"Chi——"

"Chi——"

The fake grandpa walking in front made a strange chirping sound in his throat, and his mouth was still moving. The scalp of anyone watching in such an environment was numb.

"You...do you want to tell me something?" Jiang Cheng wished he could shut up immediately, "If it's not convenient for us to communicate, you can give me some hints, but please take it easy. I'm timid. Don't scare me. If I If something happens, no one will take revenge on you.”

The fake grandpa finally stopped in front of an open space at the entrance of the village. He lowered his eyes and stared at the bushes in front of him. Strangely enough, the grass in this open space was the only one that grew well. At first glance, it looked green.

This made Jiang Cheng instinctively think of grave grass.

"Grave grass?" Jiang Cheng suddenly realized something.

Then the fake grandpa did the same thing as last night. He opened his mouth wide and let out a painful wail. His eyes shed tears of blood. Then he turned around and pointed at the broken wooden boat at the entrance of the village.

Jiang Cheng had an impression of this dilapidated wooden boat. They had seen it when they first came to the village. The dilapidated wooden boat was upside down on the ground and there was a big hole in the bottom of the boat. It was obviously abandoned.

While Jiang Cheng was looking at the broken fishing boat, the fake grandfather tore off the wooden sign from Jiang Cheng at an extremely fast speed, threw it at his feet, and then with a sway, he jumped into the bushes and disappeared.

Looking at the vegetation growing here that was obviously different from other places, and combined with the movements of the fake grandpa, Jiang Cheng had a vague guess in his heart that the corpses of the fake grandpa and the previous victims were probably buried here.

After picking up the wooden sign and putting it away, he had no intention of digging immediately. Instead, he turned around and slowly approached the broken wooden boat.

He took out his mobile phone for lighting and shined it through the hole in the bottom of the boat. Sure enough, he found some tools for digging soil inside. The soil on the tools was still very fresh, and it was obvious that they had been used not long ago.

Without further ado, Jiang Cheng picked out something he found handy and immediately returned to the bushes. He poked it casually with the tool a few times, found a softer spot and started digging.

Not long after, he dug up a head and pulled away the soil attached to it. It was the head of the fake grandpa!

But there is only a head and no body.

Near the fake grandpa's head, he also found something wrapped in cloth. After opening it, Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment. This was actually a wooden sign, and it was exactly the same as the one in his hand!

His brand was given by the Marquis Mansion, and so was the old man's brand!

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng immediately picked up the tools and dug a few times on the ground. He was completely dumbfounded. He saw that there were still heads buried under the head of the fake grandpa. The heads were densely packed one next to the other. Some of them were already buried. The face was rotten and unrecognizable, and next to the head were wrapped cloth bags.

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