Nightmare Attack

At least so far, he hasn't heard any flaws.

He pursed his lips, it must be the truth.

"What is their purpose for doing this?" Chen Qiang raised his head and asked.

Neither Jiang Cheng nor An Xuan answered this question. It seemed that they didn't know clearly, or maybe they didn't want to say anything.

In short, Chen Qiang didn't get the answer.

No one, including the fat man, came up with the simplest and seemingly most reasonable answer of making money. After all, the Huang Mansion was considered a wealthy family.

It seems that this is the most reasonable explanation in everyone's mind.

But only those who have had in-depth contact with Butler Zhou know that it is not that difficult to get some money with these people's scheming methods.

They spent so much time, energy, and risk to do such a thing.

Will not.

There must be other reasons for this.

"The room is too stuffy." An Xuan said suddenly.

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Let's go out for a walk. I've had enough of staying here."

The strength currently displayed by Jiang Cheng and An Xuan, as well as the resolution of this mission, are unmatched by others.

Naturally, no one would object to the two of them.

The same goes for Xia Meng. She even responded more quickly than Chen Qiang.

But before leaving, they lit all the candles in the room and closed the door.

The group of people walked and walked, and unexpectedly came to the lake. The moonlight tonight was surprisingly good, and a lone moon hung in the sky.

Not a single star.

On the cold lake, the wind and waves were calm, and a full moon was reflected in the center of the lake.

This was the first time for them to go out at night when they didn't have an acting assignment, but at this moment, facing the night breeze blowing slightly from the lake, they were actually a little bit comfortable.

Perhaps because of the lack of time, there was no fog at all on the lake, and there was no such ethereal and weird singing voice.

An Xuan stood on the shore, looking at the lake. Jiang Cheng was in the same posture as him. This was not far from where You Qi's body was found during the day, but now the body had disappeared.

There was only a low-lying land left.

"Mr. Jiang." Turning his head, An Xuan suddenly said, "It's getting late. Let's go sit in my room."

Chen Qiang didn't think anything at first, but after hearing what An Xuan said, his eyes couldn't help but change. Then, a feeling similar to happiness fermented in his eyes.

He made the right bet.

Fortunately, I didn't get on Yuqi's pirate ship.

Sure enough, these people knew each other.

But what he couldn't figure out was why there seemed to be a subtle feeling between the man named Hao Shuai and An Xuan.

Jiang Cheng stared at the lake without answering.

An Xuan smiled and didn't care. Instead, he turned to look at the fat man who looked wary. After a moment, he said, "Fat brother, please trouble you and me."

"Fat man." Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "Just follow me."

The fat man first glanced at An Xuan, then blinked, looked at the doctor, and replied without any doubt: "I understand."

Of course he would listen to the doctor, but he couldn't understand why it seemed like the doctor was trying to vent his anger on Anxuan.

Is there any conflict between the two of them?

After a moment, Fatty suddenly remembered what the doctor said before, it didn't matter whether Crimson existed or not, or whether there was Crimson in this mission.

The important thing is to make Anxuan Zuojing, who is the night watchman, and Xia Meng and others feel that the existence of Crimson is the most important.

If Crimson didn't show up for a day, their delicate alliance wouldn't be broken, but now Yuchi is dead.

The threat of Crimson Red was lifted, and Chen Qiang was left. To put it bluntly, no one, whether it was the doctor, An Xuan or Xia Meng, took him seriously.

Chen Qiang was also a sensible person. He followed the example of the doctor and An Xuan and stared at the lake without interrupting or showing any intention of taking sides.

The distance seems so close to everyone but not far away.

He only teams up with those who can survive.

An Xuan turned his head and looked at Jiang Cheng for a few seconds, then his tone changed, filled with a hint of indifference, "Mr. Jiang, you have no right to make decisions for others."

Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the fat man. There was something in his eyes that the fat man could not understand.

"Since Fat Brother appears in the painting, it means that he is the chosen one." An Xuan continued: "Although I don't know why, tonight is our last chance. If we miss it, everyone will be in trouble." To die."

"I will be the first one." An Xuan said bluntly: "But what about him?" He pointed at the fat man and said, "Are you sure he is not the second one?"

"You saw his face in the painting." An Xuan said coldly: "Is that a face that a living person should have?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the fat man became more and more confused, but he finally understood the last few words, and he appeared in the ghost painting.

This news was like a bolt from the blue to him. He subconsciously consulted a doctor, but what made him feel chilled was that the doctor rarely refuted it.

It seems to be true.

The fat man immediately thought of what happened in the afternoon. The doctor refused to let him see the painting, as well as Xia Meng and Chen Qiang. Their strange behavior also had reasonable explanations.

The doctor said that because he didn't want to put himself in danger.

Although the fat man is a little stupid, he is not stupid.

After looking at the doctor for the last time, the fat man walked towards the wing with the painting, which was An Xuan's.

Standing in front of the painting, his body shook unconsciously. He saw the little beggar again, but at this moment, she was a cleanly dressed little maid with a low eyebrow and a slight smile.

The old and new times seem to intersect at this moment.

The painter had profound brushwork and very precise control of the layout of the characters, as well as light and shadow. Before his eyes, the girl seemed to come to life again.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her face, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the face of the woman in the painting. The fat man immediately woke up and couldn't help but shudder.

The woman in the painting is not, but a female ghost!

Her eyes were downward, staring at him coldly, with no concealed resentment in her eyes, as if she was waiting to meet him soon.

"Fat brother." An Xuan looked away from the painting, looked at him, and continued: "According to the instructions on the painting, you should be the key to solving the final problem."

"There are also records in ancient books, but they are relatively vague. It probably means that you got something." He paused and said with some meaning: "It's something a girl gave you. That thing can solve the problem of ghosts." threaten."

Looking at the girl in the painting, she was holding a plate in her hand, with a round dragon-shaped object covered with a red hijab.

"Could it be Butler Zhou's head?" Xia Meng guessed: "We need to kill him and take his head and give it to the ghost to complete the level."