Nightmare Attack

The private room was not big, and Qin Jian's whole body felt cold at first glance.

No painting!

Where did the painting go?

How could it be possible? Could it be that they hid the painting? Qin Jian was analyzing rapidly in his mind.

No, it's impossible. You can tell there's something wrong with that painting just by looking at it, let alone touching it. Even if you look at it a few times, you don't know what big trouble it will cause.

They dare not.

Could it be that Qin Jian's heart skipped a beat because the painting was missing!

She disappeared after Chen Xiaomeng came to look for her!

Otherwise, why wouldn't she be allowed into the house to watch the second time?

I was just worried that I would find that the painting was missing.

Now it all made sense.

This is a trap.

They didn't know what means they used to divert the ghost's attention to themselves, and now it was him who was being targeted by the ghost!

Oops

But those few words they said

Qin Jian's ears twitched, and there were very fast footsteps outside the door, heading straight for him. In a hurry, he saw a small crack in the back window, and immediately pushed it open and climbed out.

"Huh..." The fat man who opened the door let out a long breath, and then said in a gangster voice: "Brother, there is no one."

"That can't be taken lightly." Jiang Cheng walked in with a step that he didn't recognize, and then sat down on the chair, "That old man Qin Jian is not that easy to fool.

"How's it going with Lao Liu?"

"Don't worry, brother." The fat man chuckled and said, "Brother Six said everything is stable, but those few words may give the old man some hints, Brother Six is ​​worried."

"There's nothing we can do about that." Jiang Cheng took a sip of tea, then slammed the teacup on the table, making Qin Jian, who was eavesdropping from outside the wall, tremble.

"There is no absolute dead end in the mission. Even if the risk is passed on to that old man, according to the rules, it will leave him a glimmer of hope." Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "It depends on whether he can grasp it."

"He can't control it." The fat man chuckled in agreement, as obscene as he wanted to be.

"Lao Qi, inform the others to work together tonight to divert the old man's attention as much as possible." Jiang Cheng rubbed the tea cup with one hand and said with a sneer: "Let's see if the old man's death can give us new ideas."

"Brother is wise."

Qin Jian's head was still "buzzing" until everyone gathered together for dinner in the evening.

Not only did he not understand those few words, but the bigger surprise was the information that Hao Shuai inadvertently revealed during the exchange with the fat man——

Big brother.

That fat man’s name is Brother Hao Shuai.

Then the other party called him Lao Qi.

I heard there is a guy named Sixth Brother

What's even more frightening is that after they mentioned Lao Liu, the man who called himself Hao Shuai casually mentioned that he should inform the others.

Now the question is, how many people did they come?

Are all the Seven Calabash Brothers here?

The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Qin Jian finally understood why Hao Shuai always looked so confident. It turned out that he had many brothers.

Qin Jian glanced at everyone at the table inadvertently. Qin Jian looked at everyone as if they were Hao Shuai's brothers, and looked at everyone as unreliable.

"Mr. Qin." An Xuan suddenly said, "Why don't you eat?"

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, then showed a more natural expression and said, "I'm not very hungry, you can eat first."

There is also a problem with this An Xuan, I am afraid he is Hao Shuai's person.

Qin Jian was wary.

Otherwise, why would he ask himself such a simple question? It is inconsistent with his usual personality.

The teacher who was picking up the dishes, Liao Zhi, might also have a problem. He was the only one at the dinner table who never looked at me. Was he worried that he would find something wrong and be exposed?

I just don’t know how good someone like him can be.

No one can believe that my only way to survive is those few lines of poetry, only those few lines of poetry! While thinking about it, Qin Jian picked up the bowl and started to put rice into his mouth.

Xia Meng picked up a piece of crispy pickled cucumber, bit it off with a "click", and then chewed it slowly. She sighed at Qin Jian out of the corner of her eye. This person is not stupid, he just doesn't treat people well.

"Doctors." The middle-aged woman waiting outside the pavilion said in a polite but indifferent tone: "It's almost nightfall. Please go back to your room to rest as soon as possible after dinner."

"Don't delay your trip to the lake tonight." The middle-aged woman said, "It will disturb the young master's interest."

Youqi looked at the middle-aged woman and opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. He was probably thinking about what to call the woman, but as the woman looked at her, he still said bravely: "How are you going to swim tonight?" Lake?"

"I mean in what way?" he added.

Looking into the eyes of a middle-aged woman seemed to take a lot of courage. He only looked at her a few times before he had to look away.

"Choose a bride."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the middle-aged woman's answer.

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly smiled, her thin and narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and the corners of her mouth raised exaggeratedly. A similar expression immediately reminded them of the paper man last night.

Except for the pale complexion and makeup, they are very similar.

"The young master needs the doctors to choose a bride for him." The middle-aged woman said in a sinister voice.

It's approaching midnight.

The cold wind on the lake felt like knives on the body and face. The thin costumes had little protection against the cold, but no one dared to take them off.

Tang Shirou's example tells them that this costume probably represents their skin.

What's even more weird is that even if there is wind on the lake, it can't blow away the mist that started to appear and float on the lake without knowing when.

There is no moon tonight.

The lake shrouded in mist is like a ball of ink that cannot be blurred. Just staring at it gives people a very eerie feeling.

Qin Jian stood alone in a relatively remote location, about 3 meters away from everyone. His teacher Liao Zhi was standing behind him just now, but Qin Jian then walked away.

Master Liao Zhi frowned slightly.

They already understand the rules this time. According to Chen Qiang, who knows a lot about folk customs, this is a small pre-marriage game in remote areas of Hunan.

The general idea is to select some women with similar figures, dress them up as brides, and then put a hijab on them to mix in the real brides.

Finally, let the groom, who has had three glasses of wine, choose to see who is his sweetheart.

The only difference this time is that the scene is on a lake, and they need to row a boat to choose, but the basic rules are still the same.

"Is there any punishment for making the wrong choice?" Master Liao Zhi asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing."

After hearing what Chen Qiang said, everyone's expressions improved a little.

"That is, after the wedding banquet, the bride has to take off the groom's clothes with her own hands, and then give him a few blows with a broom in front of her parents, which means to drive away."

Before he could finish speaking, the fat man's face turned pale and he took off his clothes. That would lead to this.

Isn't it peeling?