Nightmare Attack

Hearing this, everyone paused, and You Qi's expression suddenly changed, "The young master I saw was lying down.

After a while, everyone who had calmed down fell into panic again. After checking, a very scary scene emerged in front of everyone.

Master Huang's posture keeps changing.

As the number of people entering increased, the appearance became increasingly bizarre.

You Qi was the first to go upstairs. The young master he saw at that time was lying on his back on the bed.

Master Liao Zhi was the second one. He saw Master Huang lying on his stomach.

The third one was a woman named Zuo Jing. The answer she gave was that the young master she saw was leaning sideways on the bed.

An Xuan is the fourth, but he is hanging far behind the team at the moment, carrying the unconscious Tang Shirou on his back, and Qin Jian is not far from him.

Because Tang Shirou never woke up, she became the only one not wearing a costume.

An Xuan also seemed to intend to reduce Tang Shirou's contact with other people and keep her firmly under his control.

No one chose to alarm them, and everyone turned their attention to Jiangcheng.

After all, Xia Meng, who was ranked fifth, already knew what she saw. According to her, Master Huang had already sat up at that time.

"He was half squatting there," Jiang Cheng said, imitating what he remembered. He bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, giving the impression that he was accumulating strength.

In particular, Jiang Cheng grinned on his own, supplementing everyone's imagination of the scene behind the curtain.

"Ouch!" He suddenly took a step towards his teacher Liao Zhi, who seemed to be immersed in some imagination and turned pale. He was so frightened that the latter's hair stood on end and he almost screamed.

"Are you sick?" Teacher Liao Zhi said pitifully, "If you hadn't been the second to last one, I would have suspected that you were a ghost in disguise."

As soon as these words came out, it was like piercing the last layer of window paper. Everyone subconsciously looked at Qin Jian who was lagging behind.

At this moment, his black burial clothes were fluttering in the wind, looking so dazzling.

Everyone’s eyes also became wonderful.

Before leaving, the middle-aged woman took away their original clothes. Now they can only bite the bullet and wear these cumbersome and weird costumes, which make them feel weird when they walk.

In Jiang Cheng's words, there was air leakage down there from time to time.

He licked his face and asked Xia Meng if he also felt leaky, but was turned back by the latter's look. He patted his butt and turned around to harass Zuo Jing.

It was almost noon when we returned to the place where we lived. Although the sun was shining brightly and making our bodies warm, everyone still looked solemn when they thought of what happened before.

The middle-aged woman left her lunch in the pavilion and left.

Her pace looked slow, but her speed was very fast, giving people a strange feeling of being erratic. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Looking at the direction in which the middle-aged woman disappeared, the fat man couldn't help secretly swallowing.

Walking along the lakeside, we came to the previous pavilion. Sure enough, all the previous meals had been packed away and replaced with a new table. Lunch was much richer than breakfast.

There is a fish in the middle.

There is also a bowl of fish soup placed on everyone's table and chopsticks. When you touch it with your hand, the temperature is just right.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. The meticulousness of these servants in the Huang Mansion even made him feel like he was still at home and the fat man was serving him.

The fish soup has a thick white texture and smells very delicious.

"This fish soup smells so delicious," it was Tang Shirou who spoke. Not long ago, An Xuan woke her up somehow, and she was supported all the way by An Xuan.

The relationship between the two seemed very strong. An Xuan whispered to her from time to time, and she listened very seriously and nodded from time to time.

An Xuan smiled very gentlemanly, "Miss Tang, you are weak, it doesn't hurt to drink more fish soup," he said, and he gently placed his bowl in front of Tang Shirou.

And with doting eyes, he watched her drink it in one gulp.

After swallowing, the fat man stared at the fish soup in front of him without daring to move.

Although the fish soup is delicious, in the final analysis, life is the most important, and as he once worked in a restaurant, he knows that this fish soup is too delicious.

It's the kind of delicious food that can impress people just by smelling it without tasting it.

He secretly glanced at the doctor and found that the doctor hadn't touched the fish soup either.

Xia Meng was sitting opposite him. From his angle, he could just see Xia Meng's gaze, just as Ruo Youruo Wu glanced behind him, and behind him was a blue lake.

The fat man immediately figured it out. I'm afraid everyone was worried that the fish was fished out of the lake.

"Ahem!" Someone coughed twice.

The hand that Master Liao Zhi stretched out to pick up food trembled, and he almost dropped his chopsticks in fright, so he took them back dejectedly.

It's not his fault, after all, the person who coughed was Qin Jian, who was in mourning clothes. He was sitting there with a solemn expression like a dead man.

No one spoke, so Qin Jian lowered his voice and said to himself, "Everyone, did you find anything unusual when you went to see Young Master Huang today?"

"Abnormal? You are the biggest abnormality, right?" Fatty thought in his heart, but he acted very well-behaved.

Qin Jian's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and it seemed that he had something to say.

"Mr. Qin," An Xuan put down his chopsticks and stared at him quietly until the latter's eyes fell on him before he continued, "Did you notice something?"

After throwing the other person's question back unchanged, An Xuan actually did a good job in Tai Chi.

Tapping a finger on the table, Qin Jian asked calmly: "Have you ever heard of "Jiaohong Ji"?"

"Old sir, what do you mean?" Tang Shirou asked, blinking after finishing two bowls of fish soup.

"Are you talking about the opera sung by Mr. Huang just now?" You Qi's voice was muffled.

"Exactly."

"Then why didn't you say it before?" Zuo Jing's voice seemed a little abrupt, and she stared into Qin Jian's eyes without hesitation, "We also heard the singing last night, why didn't you say it this morning and had to wait until now?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense. Was she tired of talking to a guy who was most likely a ghost?

Almost subconsciously, the teacher Liao Zhi who was shrinking beside her immediately distanced himself from her, for fear of harming Chi Yu.

"Last night's singing was too ethereal. I just thought it sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure. It wasn't until just now, after a close encounter, that I fully understood the lyrics, and I was sure that what Master Huang was singing was "Jiaohong Ji"." Qin Jane's answer was spotless.

""Jiaohong Ji" sounds like a story," Xia Meng said along the way: "I would like to trouble Mr. Qin to explain its meaning to us juniors."