Nightmare Attack

The sound was very neat and fast, and everyone held their breath involuntarily.

The next second, Zuo Jing's pupils changed suddenly. She saw several paper figures emerging from the mist. The leader of the paper figures was holding a paper lantern in his hand.

The paper man walked unsteadily, his body was extremely uncoordinated, and his head looked unstable, swaying from side to side, as if he might fall down at any time.

Zuo Jing couldn't help but gasped. She could feel that they seemed to be looking for some prey.

"Don't make a sound." An Xuan whispered.

Everyone buried their heads lower, and Zuo Jing even held her breath.

Fortunately, the paper man did not notice them, but wandered away. They did not dare to get up until the friction sound disappeared.

"It's okay." An Xuan breathed out and looked back into the mist. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the bride off Zuo Jing's back under Zuo Jing's shocked eyes.

Zuo Jing's eyes changed slightly, "Is it him?!"

The man lying on the ground was very thin, and most importantly, his face turned out to be Mr. Huang!

At this moment, Mr. Huang's appearance completely changed compared to before. His once listless look was gone. His eyes widened after his identity was revealed. Dense bloodshot eyes were spread all over the whites of his eyes. He opened his mouth and let out a whirring sound. sound.

"What we convey in this scene is him, not ghosts." An Xuan explained in a low voice: "Those paper people just now are ghosts." "

As if she suddenly thought of something, Zuo Jing opened her mouth and said, "Is that the paper man who pointed the direction as soon as we docked?"

"right."

"Leave first." An Xuan continued: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get back."

"Then what should he do?" Zuo Jing said, looking at Mr. Huang who was wearing a bright red costume.

"Knock him out and take him away."

They chose a small path, probably because they were worried about encountering those weird paper figures again.

A light rain began to fall from the sky at some point, and the group of people hurried on with their heads down. On the way, Youqi proposed to stop and take shelter from the rain, but Zuo Jing vetoed it. She just wanted to return to the room immediately.

Her eyes kept looking around, and her intuition told her that the danger was still there and had not disappeared.

With her physical strength on the verge of exhaustion, Zuo Jing's steps became heavier and heavier. Slowly, she was left behind by the team.

After a while, the fat man walking in front of her also asked to take shelter from the rain. Zuo Jing, who was upset in her heart, refused again. She couldn't figure out, are these two people crazy?

Even though they knew there were paper figures outside looking for them, they still wanted to take shelter from the rain.

You won't die if you get wet in the rain.

But what Zuo Jing didn't expect was that more and more people asked to stop and take shelter from the rain. Finally, even An Xuan also asked to stop and find a place to take shelter.

What makes Zuo Jing even more confused is that the teammates in front of her are just immersed in their way. Even when they asked to take shelter from the rain, they did not look back. Their postures were surprisingly consistent.

A flash of lightning flashed.

With a moment of light, Zuo Jing was surprised to find that the water on the ground had colors, green, yellow, and red, all coming together like an overturned palette.

As her eyes moved little by little, Zuo Jing discovered that the paint was flowing down from the teammates in front of her, along the trouser legs, dripping little by little, and finally mixed together.

Oops

Just when Zuo Jing was about to escape, the thunder in the sky was late.

"boom!"

The moment the thunder sounded, the six teammates turned around as if they had received instructions at the same time. The moment they saw their faces clearly, Zuo Jing's heartbeat stopped.

Their faces are melting.

Just like a wax figure that had been burnt by fire, the eyes, nose, mouth and ears had all moved out of position. In some cases, even the facial features could not be found. The eyes moved down and were mixed with the mouth and nose.

Wet paint kept dripping from their faces, Zuo Jing's head banged, and she immediately understood that these friends in front of her were all paper figures!

They are the ghosts!

"Why don't you take shelter from the rain?" The fat man whose eyes had completely melted took a step forward and said coldly: "Why?!"

"Do you really want to watch us die?" Xia Meng, whose face was completely discolored, screamed.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

"If we peel her off, we won't be afraid of water anymore!" The paper people laughed ferociously, screamed, and crowded up in neat steps, surrounding Zuo Jing.

The seemingly limp paper man's arm grabbed Zuo Jing's body and tore off a large piece of skin with flesh and blood.

"Skin! I want her skin!" The paper figurine was stained red by the blood spurted out. The bright red blood on the ground mixed with the rainwater, dyeing the nearby ground red.

"be mine!"

"Her skin is mine!" The paper people tore and cursed frantically. They attached the torn skin to themselves and covered it tightly with one hand, as if they were worried that it would be snatched away by other paper people at any time. One hand continues to scramble.

The shrill wails pierced the night sky, but soon stopped, and then there was only the sound of tearing and flesh rolling in the mud.

Mr. Huang, who was wearing a bright red costume, squatted on the ground stupidly, tilting his neck to look, laughing loudly, and blood splattered out, staining his face red.

When An Xuan and the others arrived, everything was over.

In the scarlet muddy water, there was a tattered body that looked like an irreparable rag doll.

The corpse could no longer look like it once did. Except for the hands and feet, there was only some flesh connected to the flesh and blood. The skin on the body had been peeled off, and the same was true for the face.

One eye was connected by blood vessels and nerves and hung outside. The other eye had completely disappeared, leaving only a hollow eye socket staring at the night sky above.

Anyone can see how much pain Zuo Jing suffered when she died. There are traces of rolling and struggling everywhere on the ground, which are intermittent and are 10 meters long.

There were pieces of clothes everywhere along the way, and of course, more of them were scattered pieces of flesh.

Xia Meng held on to the only lantern in the team.

The fat man looked at the tragic scene in front of him. The smell of blood kept pouring into his nose, and something was rumbling in his stomach. Chen Qiang and You Qi had already vomited once each.

He's okay, it's still brewing.

An Xuan was the only one squatting next to the mangled corpse, with one knee in the blood. No one disturbed him, and the scene was solemn and solemn, like a memorial ceremony.

The mouth of the corpse was wide open, still maintaining the scene before death.

After a while, An Xuan stood up and said, "Let's go." He looked at the lake where the fog had dissipated and said softly, "It will be dawn soon."

After this incident, Fatty felt that subtle changes had taken place in the team. Only he and the doctor returned to their room.

"Doctor." After closing the door, the fat man couldn't wait to ask: "Why did Xia Meng and An Xuan leave together? Don't they need to hide their identities?"

Taking off his shoes, Jiang Cheng grabbed a pillow and leaned on the bed. "What else are you hiding?" He glanced out the window and exhaled, "Didn't you listen to what he said? It's almost dawn."