Nightmare Attack

"Snapped!"

An arm was placed on the fat man's shoulder. The fat man wearing a paper head wanted to look down at the other person's hand, but due to the limited field of vision, he couldn't see it at all.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man felt someone climbing on his back.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still shivered instinctively when this scene happened, and the face under the paper head was pale with fear.

The man who climbed on his back was very light, too light. He estimated that he might not even weigh 80 pounds.

She must be the bride, right?

After a short hesitation, the fat man plucked up the courage and started to carry the bride on his back. He had a plan now, hurry up, hurry up, and just hand over the bride to the next person, then he would be safe.

As for who the next unlucky person is, he has no control over it.

As long as it's not the doctor who loves so and so.

Thinking of this, Fatty felt a surge of energy in his heart and his feet moved faster.

In order to get to the next person as quickly as possible, he tried to walk as close to the lake as possible, but did not dare to get too close. He always kept a distance of nearly 5 meters from the lake.

The lake was still shrouded in mist, and it was white, as if there were some monsters hiding there. The fat man only glanced at it, then looked away, and never looked at the lake again.

The only thing that reassured him was that the bride behind him was very quiet, seemed to have no interest in him, and did not make any excessive moves towards him along the way.

Fatty was so excited that he almost shed tears. For the first time, he felt that it was okay not to be liked by women.

At the same time, he couldn't help but worry about the doctor.

As he was thinking about it, the fat man's feet made a "clatter" sound.

Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and realized that he had stepped into the water at some point. He was now standing in the lake, and the water had already submerged his ankles.

This discovery shocked him. He walked very carefully and deliberately stayed away from the lake. How could this happen?

He subconsciously looked at the lake. The next second, his vision seemed to have been hit hard, and it was instantly stretched into a slit.

Through the reflection on the lake, he saw the bride carrying a red hijab behind her. Her neck was almost twice as long as an ordinary person's, and it was also weirdly twisted. Her waist was bent backwards, with an arc so large that it almost broke.

At the same time, a continuous and strange sound sounded in his ears.

"Knock, knock, knock"

It was as if someone was grinning and smacking his upper and lower teeth back and forth.

The picture in his mind this time frightened Fatty so much that he almost flew out of his wits. He turned away and subconsciously wanted to throw the thing behind him into the lake.

But in the end, he endured it.

Not to mention that this is against the rules, just by the look of this ghost, it means that the water ghost has not escaped, and he is now standing in the lake, fearing that if the ghost enters the water, he will have no way out.

Although he was only a few steps away from the shore, humans could never outrun the ghost.

He took a deep breath, resisted the tremendous pressure, and slowly left the lake at first, then continued walking in the previous direction, getting faster and faster.

His neck began to feel a tingling sensation, as if the ends of his hair were being scratched, and a wet, rough-surfaced, textured strip was slowly drawn along his neck.

Moist, rough, and with an indescribable sticky feeling.

The fat man realized what it was almost immediately.

Tongue.

The ghost on his back is licking itself with its tongue!

He got goosebumps all over his body, and now the chattering sound of his teeth was louder than anything behind him. If it weren't for the fact that he had a branch in his mouth, it would probably be even more exaggerated.

Just when the fat man was about to lose his strength, he finally saw the person, not far in front, and he rushed towards him at a speed of almost 100 meters.

"Snapped!"

The fat man excitedly slapped the other person on the shoulder. He didn't know if the force was too strong or if it was too sudden. In short, the man's legs weakened and he almost knelt down.

Staring at the red costume that was stretched to the point of bursting and the trembling appearance of the other party, the fat man thought that brother Youqi must have escaped.

After all, he is the only one in this book who has a physique that rivals his own.

The guy behind him was obedient. When he got there, he didn't need the fat man to coax him. He got down obediently and then climbed directly onto Youqi's back.

The fat man obediently followed the rules of the game and never looked at anything he shouldn't. He closed his eyes and waited until the footsteps were far away before he opened them. By then, no one could be seen nearby.

"call--"

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief. Now, he was waiting for the sound of the evacuation drum.

I hope he looked at the endless night nearby and swallowed, and the doctor would be fine.

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack."

After the brisk footsteps, what was left was a series of sounds of treading water. Zuo Jing raised her slightly stiff neck and glanced at the water beside her.

In the reflection, the guy behind him became even more dishonest.

In just ten minutes, she had changed several positions. Once, Zuo Jing even thought she would bite herself.

But her psychological quality and control of the situation are beyond the reach of Fatty.

She has her own understanding of this wedding scene.

The most important thing in this scene is time.

If she were to use a metaphor, this scene was similar to the explosives game used by the army to train soldiers' courage.

A group of soldiers sit in a circle and pass around a piece of explosive that lights the fuse until it is about to detonate, and then the last soldier can throw the explosive out.

And the ghost on her back is the explosive that was delivered.

The explosives will definitely explode, and one of them will definitely die. All she needs to do is to make sure that the explosives don't explode in her hands.

It would be better if it could explode in the hands of that person. A face that was obviously very handsome but often acted rogue appeared in her mind.

Everyone associated with the Crimson deserves to die.

My father loved me the most because he died in the hands of these hateful people!

As if recalling the most painful page in her memory, veins appeared on Zuo Jing's forehead. She quickened her pace, preparing to rush to the next meeting point as soon as possible.

After the long-lost drum sound finally sounded, the players scattered everywhere returned to the wing one after another.

The one in Jiangcheng.

The fat man hurriedly ran in. When he saw the doctor sitting at the table, drinking water slowly, he felt relieved.

Although the doctor is a thief and the probability of something happening is very slim, he was targeted by Butler Zhou after all and did not realize that his teacher Liao Zhi was a ghost. This made Fatty understand that the doctor is only a human being, not a god, and there are times when he is negligent.

Half an hour after the drumming ended, the players all returned to the wing, except

"Where's Zuo Jing?" Xia Meng looked outside the empty door, frowned and asked, "Why didn't she come back?"

An Xuan's face was very ugly. After realizing that Zuo Jing had not come back, his reaction was very simple. He immediately walked out of the door and walked to the next door. After a while, he came back again.

After a pause, he said: "The woman in the painting is gone."