Nightmare Attack

Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng, who was still lingering in bed, was woken up by the fat man. Xia Meng took advantage of Jiang Cheng's sitting up to wake up and went to catch up on half an hour of sleep.

When the sun fully rose, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near outside the door. Because the house was so secluded, the footsteps were very clear.

"Doctors," the voice of the woman who led the way yesterday came from outside the door, "please come out and have breakfast."

When Jiang Cheng opened the door furtively, there was indeed the middle-aged woman standing outside the door, but the woman still had that dead face, like an extra who got off work late and didn't receive a lunch box.

At this time, the people in Jiangcheng saw that the people in the other two rooms had also come out, gathered together, looked at them, and seemed to be communicating in a low voice.

The people in Jiangcheng were relieved. They felt an uneasy atmosphere from their teammates, which meant that they had also heard the weird singing last night.

And not only my group heard it.

This is important.

The middle-aged woman took them for a short distance along the lake, where a bluestone road winding led to a pavilion on the lake.

The pavilion is not deep into the lake, and is only about ten meters away from the shore. When they arrived yesterday, they also noticed this quiet pavilion.

There is a wooden square table in the pavilion, with exquisite dishes, drinks and cakes placed on it. There is a circle of chairs with backrests around the square table.

When everyone sat down, the woman stood on the shore about ten meters away behind them, staring at this place with a pair of indescribable eyes, as if she wanted to remember all these people in her heart.

The food is very delicious, but with this kind of sight, how can I be in the mood to eat it?

Everyone looked at each other and took advantage of the meal to whisper about what happened last night.

Sure enough, everyone heard the ethereal singing, but what Fatty didn't expect was that

"You said there were people dancing on the lake?" It was Zuo Jing who spoke. She did not suppress her voice deliberately, and her performance was a bit sudden.

I don't know whether she was frightened by Zuo Jing's sudden tone, or whether she had not recovered from the shock last night. In short, Tang Shirou's face, which was already frightened, became paler at this moment, as if the blood had faded.

"Yes," she gritted her teeth and said, "After I heard the sound last night, I looked out curiously, and I saw a figure dancing on the lake."

Tang Shirou's tongue was probably trembling as she recalled the strange scene at that time.

The fat man subconsciously looked at An Xuan, but found that the latter was slowly eating the dishes on the plate with his head lowered. There was a bowl of steaming soup beside the plate.

"What kind of figure?" Xia Meng asked.

"I don't know," Tang Shirou shook her head, "I really don't know. It was foggy outside. I only saw a blurry figure, but it should be a woman."

"The figure is very thin, looks very thin." She added hurriedly.

Everyone had heard the singing last night, and they could completely understand Tang Shirou's fear at this moment, and there was already a hint of imperceptible pity in their eyes when they looked at Tang Shirou intentionally or unintentionally.

As a newcomer, her mission was over.

Although being the first to see a ghost does not necessarily mean that he will be the first to die, the possibility should be the highest, and based on her description, I am afraid that the story of this ghost

"Doctors," a ghostly voice suddenly came from not far away. Everyone immediately looked towards the shore. The middle-aged woman was standing there, her posture unchanged.

"Please come with me after dinner," her voice was flat and cold, like a repeater, which made everyone feel very uncomfortable. "Butler Zhou is still waiting for you. He said he has something to explain."

After following the middle-aged woman, they walked a considerable distance, and about 10 minutes later, they stopped in a larger courtyard. This place was obviously much more elegant than the place where they lived.

In the courtyard, three people had already stopped here.

The leader was a short middle-aged man with slightly squinted eyes, a hooked nose, a mustache, and a narrow and long face. His length was very distinctive, but his clothes were obviously much more gorgeous than those of his peers.

Another younger woman and a fierce door-god-like man whom I had just seen yesterday were following behind the middle-aged man.

"This should be Butler Zhou. Please pay attention to his every word and action." When he was still some distance away from the middle-aged man, the mature and steady Qin Jian said in a low voice.

Just like yesterday, a group of people slowly stood in front of everyone, with no emotion on their faces.

"My surname is Zhou, and I am the housekeeper of Mr. Huang's family. I am responsible for all the food and clothing expenses of the doctors here." Housekeeper Zhou's facial muscles were stiff, and he exuded a strange aura.

Butler Zhou ignored everyone's reactions and continued talking to himself. From his words, everyone roughly understood the age and background of this mission.

Chen Qiang was right, this was indeed the Song Dynasty.

The owner of this house, surnamed Huang, was once a famous local tea merchant. After making enough money, he donated his money to become a miscellaneous official, and then spent his free time at home to take care of himself.

Because he is a kind person and is willing to help poor people, he is called Huang Dashanren. He belongs to the category with a good reputation in the local area.

But good people are not rewarded. Mr. Huang's only son suffered from a rare madness. He was crazy all day long. He locked himself in the attic and saw no one.

Having said this, Butler Zhou suddenly paused, then raised his head and looked at them one by one with a strange look. Everyone caught by the sight had a strange feeling of being penetrated by light.

"Did you hear any strange noises last night?" Butler Zhou suddenly asked.

"No," An Xuan answered the question on behalf of everyone. He nodded slightly and said very naturally: "We were all tired yesterday, so we went to bed very early."

After hearing this answer, the corners of Butler Zhou's mouth suddenly turned up, and his slightly narrowed eyes became more and more elusive. "That's right," he suddenly smiled, "I didn't disturb the doctors' rest, so of course it's the best." good."

"Steward Zhou, what are you talking about?" An Xuan blinked in confusion, "What's disturbing our rest?"

Coupled with that elegant appearance, An Xuan belongs to the type of person who is very easy to gain favor and even trust from others. Of course, this is only for people like Tang Shirou. For people like Jiangcheng Xia Meng, Mao Useless.

But for some reason, Butler Zhou actually explained, "Since he got mad, the young master has a very weird hobby." He stared at An Xuan and said slowly: "He only comes out at night to sing on the lake. "