Nightmare Attack

Xia Meng walked over and sat on a wooden chair in front of the red curtain.

The wooden bed frame is wide, but the carving is very delicate. It is painted with dark patterns, and the characters come alive in their eyes with every smile.

The outstretched hand, palm upward, rested on a piece of jade lotus root rolled in silk cloth. Two mandarin ducks playing in the water were embroidered with gold and silver threads on the silk cloth.

With plain white wrists, long and slender fingers, beautiful nails that are meticulously groomed, and light blue wrist veins faintly emerging, these are a pair of very beautiful hands.

Xia Meng took a slow breath. In her eyes, such a hand should belong to a woman.

She raised her head and stared at the figure behind the curtain. Although the distance was extremely close, the fallen curtain was like a barrier, blocking her prying eyes.

She could have a closer look by lifting the curtain, but she didn't dare.

Following the movements of ancient people for diagnosing pulses, she put her fingers on the wrist of this hand. It felt slightly cold to the touch, but part of the reason was probably because she was nervous.

A weak pulse ran along her fingertips, giving her some comfort.

"Master Huang," she asked in a calm voice, "your pulse is relatively weak. Have you not rested well recently?"

After a while——

"Seeing her rising from a high building, good things often go wrong. How many beauties have been mismatched? Couples are destined to be destined, and it is difficult to force them. How many happy and loving relationships will last forever?"

A dramatic voice sounded, and almost immediately, Xia Meng confirmed that this voice was the voice of opera singers coming from the lake last night, because it was the same sadness and resentment, and the same weirdness.

If it is true that Mr. Huang is crazy according to what Butler Zhou said, then it is normal that the questions asked are not answered. Anyway, this mission cannot really use medical skills to treat him.

Even if they can cure diseases, they can only cure heart diseases.

After calming down, Xia Meng continued to ask: "Master Huang, do you still keep the prescription we prescribed for you last time?"

"How many Luanhuangs reward Luanhuang mates? How many purple swallows and yellow orioles call Tao by mistake? Meeting each other brings happiness and wisdom in life. Ask God, if you have a moment of love, it will be hard to bear even if you are afraid of not being rewarded."

Now Xia Meng understood why everyone looked confused when they came down. No matter what they asked, the other party would only respond with lyrics, without getting any useful information at all.

Although she couldn't tell the origin of these lyrics, she could still hear some of the general meaning. They all meant the separation of men and women between life and death.

Come to think of it, this Young Master Huang is still a love interest.

After thinking for a while, she quickly stood up and said to the motionless Master Huang: "Master Huang, take a good rest. I'll take my leave now."

When she walked quickly to the stairs, the lyrics behind her rang again, this time more resentful than before, "But if we have the same heart, die in the same hole, and live in the same body, we will join the branches and share the grave, and I will share the grave." happy heart"

Xia Meng immediately quickened her pace and left almost as if she was running away. She keenly felt that the opera had reached its climax, and more importantly, the mood of the opera singer had also changed.

From sadness and resentment to hysteria.

It wasn't until she left completely that the feeling of depression that enveloped her heart disappeared. Master Huang's lyrics seemed to have a strange magic power, and every word seemed to place a stone in her heart.

It's very uncomfortable.

It seems that things are more complicated than she thought. The costumes may be just a gimmick. They only determine the order. The real fatal thing is the lyrics.

Perhaps when the drama reaches its climax, the player standing in front of Master Huang will be in danger.

It is also unknown whether Master Huang will turn into a ghost.

Judging from the situation just now, the situation is no longer optimistic. Young Master Huang may run away at any time. As the next person walked down the stairs, she raised her head and saw a figure in a white costume swaying over.

It's Jiangcheng

"Uh-huh." He hummed softly as he passed by Xia Meng.

"He can't die now," Xia Meng secretly clenched her fists and thought to herself: "Although this person has a very bad character and is shameless, he has very good skills and brains. For this time, she prepared a total of There are three trump cards, and Jiang Cheng is one of them.”

"It would be perfect if he could die together with the crimson man," Xia Meng stared at his back and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

But just when Xia Meng was about to turn around and leave, the footsteps sounded again, and they were very brisk. A moment later, Jiang Cheng ran down the stairs "kick, kick, kick".

Less than 10 seconds before and after.

"What are you doing?" Xia Meng opened her eyes slightly.

The others looked at Jiang Cheng as if he had seen a ghost.

"Master Huang, let's talk about the next one," Jiang Cheng shouted before slipping back into the crowd without even introducing himself.

"Mr. Hao," An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng, his expression was surprisingly bad, and his tone was the same, as cold as a different person, "Did you forget something?"

"Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng poked his head out from behind, "My name is Hao Shuai, I am a model, and I currently work as a night shift coach at KTV."

"Okay, okay," An Xuan waved his hand, "That's it."

Now everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with relieved eyes. He couldn't be a ghost. No ghost could talk like this. If there was a ghost, they would admit it even to death.

The next person in Jiangcheng was Qin Jian. Probably because of the way he was dressed, he was particularly unsure of himself and almost fell down when he walked up the stairs.

Jiang Cheng squinted and stared at Qin Jian's back, something flashed in his eyes.

The fat man seemed to see something. He first looked at Qin Jian, then turned his head and pretended to look at the doctor casually. A special feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

About a few minutes later, Qin Jian walked down tremblingly.

But after going downstairs, he still managed to put on a smile. After answering the question about his identity, he immediately walked back to the crowd.

He seems to be particularly afraid of being alone.

The next person after Qin Jian is Chen Qiang.

It can be seen that Chen Qiang is quite nervous. One of his hands is holding the hem of his white shirt, and even pulling the clothes out of shape, but his face is very determined.

Like a soldier about to go to the battlefield at the next moment.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly exhaled, then walked out of the crowd and walked towards the stairs.

"Young master, I'm tired. Please leave now, gentlemen." The middle-aged woman who had been quiet for a long time suddenly said.

Chen Qiang's body suddenly paused, and then he started to tremble slightly. The fat man saw this and heaved a sigh of relief for the young man.

On the way back, the middle-aged woman led the way from a distance, and the others just had the opportunity to gather together to discuss what had just happened.

"That young master is too evil," the teacher Liao Zhi muttered in a low voice as he walked away: "Lying there as if he had no bones. I couldn't understand a word of what he was singing, and I didn't dare to listen, but when I heard The tone is exactly the same as last night!”

"But fortunately, I can confirm that the young master is a human being," he comforted himself and said, "Being a human being is better than anything else."

"Lying there?" Xia Meng suddenly turned around and blinked, "Isn't he sitting?"