Nightmare Attack

"How come?"

The strange thing that happened to teacher Liao Zhi happened to Qin Jian again.

None of the people before him came back.

The only one that came back was the boat that looked problematic.

The boat sailed quietly out of the mist, with no one on board.

Including the guy who calls himself Hao Shuai.

He also disappeared.

The pupils couldn't help but tremble, the stiff arms of the paper man began to bend, and the black-green fingers stretched out from under the sleeves and robes, with a few broken and shapeless red nails inlaid on them.

At this moment, the nails were turned out, and the swollen fingers were like sticks. There were constant drops of turbid and yellow mucus. In Qin Jian's frightened peripheral vision, he pulled out sticky threads in mid-air.

Waves of stench invaded his nasal cavity, and Qin Jian felt like he was about to stop breathing.

The weight on his back continued to increase, and there was a numbing feeling on his neck. A wet, textured thing slowly slid along his neck.

Moist, rough, and with an indescribable sticky feeling.

He realized what it was almost immediately.

It's the tongue!

The ghost on his back was licking itself with its tongue.

His face turned pale with fright, Qin Jian seemed to be dying, and it was only now that he experienced true despair. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

"Why?" Qin Jian turned her stiff neck with difficulty, and the fear in her eyes was gradually overcome by deep resentment, "A way out? Where is the promised way out?!"

More than once, he had planned to shake off the ghost on his back and jump into the lake.

But until the end, he withstood it.

Because he knew that that was by no means the best choice.

There is only one real way for him to survive.

Those are the words!

The paper man behind him is getting heavier and heavier. This is real pressure. Not long ago, the weight of the paper man behind him has exceeded the weight of an ordinary woman, and this feeling continues.

People who hang themselves to death tend to be lighter, while those who die from drowning tend to be heavier. Qin Jian heard this from someone older than him.

All the muscles in the body are exerting force, and the joints are gradually making heart-stopping sounds, as if they are about to break in the next second.

At the critical moment of life and death, Qin Jian, who was gritting his teeth fiercely, slowly calmed down.

"The drums are ringing at the third watch, the boat is sailing on the lake, and the funeral is carried out at night, and the salary is in the silver frost."

His eyes were red.

The sound of the drum at midnight should be the beginning of this game, and the boat trip on the lake also corresponds to the rules of the game. What he deserves to think deeply about are the last two sentences——

"Walking at night in burial clothes, my fortune is in the silver frost.

The burial attire should refer to himself. Among all the people, he was the only one wearing a black burial robe.

Traveling at night is easy to understand. If sailing late at night, wouldn’t it mean traveling at night?

But this salary is in Yinshuang

Just as Qin Jian gritted his teeth to resist the increasingly exaggerated pressure, he suddenly discovered that the fog around him suddenly became much thinner, and then, on the lake more than ten meters away from him, a silver full moon was reflected in the water.

Shaking his lips, Qin Jian's eyes suddenly lit up, "The salary is in Yinshuang, it's not the salary, it's the road!" His excited tears flowed out, "The road is in Yinshuang!"

This silver moon is the way to survive!

He mustered up his last strength and stared at the moon in the water. After a moment, the boat actually did as he wished, sailing towards the moon reflected in the water.

The moment he drove past the full moon, Qin Jian clearly felt that the pressure on his back was gone.

The ghost disappeared.

"It's done!" Qin Jian suddenly knelt down on the boat, her expression was hysterical, and her nose and tears burst out, "I don't have to die!"

"Survived"

At this moment, as the fog gradually dissipated, the remaining people on the shore could naturally see clearly what happened on the lake. However, unlike Qin Jian's joy of surviving the disaster, the faces of the only remaining fat man and Chen Qiang were surprisingly heavy.

His throat rolled unnaturally, and he looked away from the moon in the water under Qin Jian. The fat man quietly raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The entire night sky was pitch black, like a pool of sticky stagnant water.

Not to mention the moon, there wasn't even a star.

Qin Jian is dead.

He died in front of You Qi. Recalling the process of Qin Jian's death, You Qi, a man who looked tall and thick, could be described as shaking like chaff.

In fact, he was still shaking. He was soaked and wrapped in a quilt. He covered his hands with a cup of warm tea, as if to absorb the temperature of the tea to warm himself.

"Don't worry, tell me slowly, what happened to Qin Jian?" It was the teacher Liao Zhi who spoke. His yellow hair was wet, especially the trouser legs, which were still dripping with water.

An Xuan and Xia Meng sat on either side of You Qi, looking at You Qi with undisguised eyes, as if they wanted to dig out all the clues he had.

Jiang Cheng sat opposite You Qi. He was calm and composed, in stark contrast to his teacher Liao Zhi, who was furious and red-eyed.

Chen Qiang sat alone on the bed, keeping a certain distance from everyone.

The fat man wanted to squeeze together with the doctor, but after thinking about it, he still squeezed next to Zuo Jing, trying to stay as close to her as possible to keep warm.

He seemed to feel that he was safe in crowded places, and Youqi gradually calmed down. He first licked his lips, and then asked in a tentative tone: "Have you all encountered that kind of thing?"

In fact, there is no need to guess at this point, because everyone is wet except Fatty and Chen Qiang, who are behind Qin Jian.

The master who heard the words, Liao Zhi, trembled and said, "Stop talking, it's so evil. Those brides are actually ghosts!" He swallowed and said with fearful eyes: "I don't know what happened in this house. Why, so many brides died."

"Probably not." An Xuan thought for a while and replied. His voice was very calm, giving people the feeling that what he said was the truth: "It's just that no matter which paper bride we choose in the end, she will turn into a ghost on the way back."

"There should be only one ghost." He glanced at his teacher Liao Zhi and continued.

An Xuan's speculation is relatively reliable, which can be felt from everyone's reactions.

It would be really scary if so many ghosts appeared in the dungeon at once.

"Do you still want to listen to me?" You Qi, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, asked.

"explain."

Through You Qi's memories, they roughly understood Qin Jian's death process. The weirdness and horror in it were beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"When I came back, I happened to meet Qin Jian. He looked very strange at the time." As if thinking of something, You Qi shrank and continued: "He was walking alone by the lake, very close to the lake. It looks like the shoes have stepped into the water."

"I subconsciously wanted to remind him to stay away from the water, but before I could say anything, I found out."