Nightmare Attack

As if frozen, an irresistible chill spread upward through the legs, affecting the entire body in an instant, and the blood vessels seemed to be filled with ice stubble.

From left to right, Jiang Cheng moved his eyes slowly and hard. This was the limit of what he could do.

Through the reflection of the bronze mirror, he saw a woman sitting in front of the dressing table.

Wearing a bright red costume, she tilted her head, combing her hair, and babbling while singing opera lyrics. What was more terrifying than the weird drama was the woman's eyes.

Her eyes were completely dark, with no whites at all.

Her black hair was spread out, dripping with water.

A broken comb was passed through the hair in the plain white hand, and the friction sound it made could drive people crazy.

There was no one in front of the dressing table where the bronze mirror could be placed.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

The place next to the chair was wet. Countless water droplets appeared out of thin air, and there was even a puddle of water on the ground.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

There was a wet sound, as if something was treading water. Jiang Cheng stared at the ground, and a series of footprints appeared on it.

Walking along the dressing table, approaching him.

The footprints are relatively small, pointed at the front and round at the back, very strange.

They are embroidered shoes.

Because Jiang Cheng had already seen from the bronze mirror that the female ghost who was sitting in front of the dressing table had stood up and walked towards him with thin and strange steps.

On her feet, she wore a pair of red embroidered shoes.

A pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water are embroidered with green and gold silk thread in a prominent position on the side of the shoe.

But at this moment, Jiang Cheng couldn't feel the slightest sense of beauty.

The footprints were getting closer and closer, and just when they were about to come to him, they stopped. The next second, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"Doctor." The fat man's voice sounded, "Let's go."

The cold feeling that restrained Jiang Cheng began to recede. He was almost carried away by the fat man and stumbled down the stairs. Only after returning to the first floor did Jiang Cheng completely recover.

The fat man was also breathing heavily. He was holding the doctor with one hand and holding something wrapped in red cloth tightly in his other hand.

It's relatively large, looks quite bulky, but doesn't seem too heavy.

In fact, at this time, Jiang Cheng roughly guessed what was inside.

Seeing the doctor looking at him, the fat man lifted a corner of the red cloth, revealing a phoenix crown inside.

In ancient times, wealthy women wore phoenix crowns and phoenix crowns when they got married.

Round pearls are embedded on it, glowing softly under the dim light. There are also some small and exquisite beads threaded with silver wire and set side by side on the left and right.

Thanks to the wonderful design, light seems to be flowing on it, and there is no distracting thought everywhere.

On the right side of the phoenix crown, in a very conspicuous place, there are several huge pearls arranged side by side, except for one piece missing in the middle.

It looked very abrupt.

The fat man took out the pearl from the little beggar's body and put it on it to compare it. It was a perfect match.

The next moment, the pearl was embedded directly back into its original position.

really.

This phoenix crown was what the little beggar wanted to steal and give to the fat man, but was discovered by Butler Zhou and others along the way.

In desperation, he only had time to take off a pearl as a reminder.

Probably recalling the tragic situation of the little beggar before his death, the fat man's eyes flashed with anger. Jiang Cheng glanced at the position of the stairs, lowered his voice and said, "Let's go."

The two climbed out through the previous window.

Seeing that the fat man had gotten something, they immediately rushed to the lake. But after taking a few steps, An Xuan at the front suddenly stopped.

The next second, Fatty suddenly felt that the temperament of this man was different from before.

"Since you're here, let's come out and meet you." He said to the trees not far away.

After a while, several torches suddenly lit up in the bushes, and then a group of people came out, about a dozen of them, some carrying sticks and spears.

The leader was a middle-aged man with narrowed eyes and a mustache.

It was Butler Zhou.

There was a middle-aged woman standing on his left, but the woman's dress was different from before. She was wearing short clothes and carrying a double-headed spear on her back.

Under the reflection of the torch, the sharp spear head shed a cold light.

When he saw the person to the right of Butler Zhou, the fat man's eyes immediately widened and his breathing became rapid.

It was the black-faced man. He was holding a thick wooden stick in his hand and looking at the people in front of him with a fierce look on his face.

Xia Meng, Jiang Cheng, and An Xuan didn't have any special reactions, but Chen Qiang felt bitter. Looking at Butler Zhou and others who were slowly approaching, his face became ugly.

Xia Meng took the phoenix crown from the fat man's hand and stuffed it into Chen Qiang's hand, "As long as you keep the phoenix crown, you don't have to worry about the rest."

Pursing his lips, Chen Qiang knew that now was not the time to show off, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry."

Jiang Cheng turned his head, stared at Chen Qiang and said, "If you dare to run away by yourself, I guarantee that you will die worse than You Qi."

"no, I can not."

An Xuan flicked his wrist, and a dagger reflecting the cold light was held in his hand. It seemed that Youqi died under this dagger.

Jiang Cheng couldn't see the weapon in Xia Meng's hand clearly, but it looked like it was made of wood, maybe a wooden hairpin. He had seen Xia Meng use a similar weapon in the book in Xiaoshijian Village last time.

The battle broke out in an instant. After Jiang Cheng dodged a sneak attack, he grabbed the gun body with his backhand, pulled hard, and directly thrust the gun head into the throat of the sneak attack.

Then he twisted hard, and blood foam spurted out. After letting go, the attacker fell down, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

"Third Brother!" Another man holding a wooden stick roared, and just as he was about to charge towards Jiang Cheng, a blade pierced his chest and heart.

An Xuan drew the blade with an expressionless expression and continued to harvest the next life.

Different from An Xuan's near-killing technique, Xia Meng was gentler. She relied on her flexible body skills to only blind her opponent's eyes.

A woman knelt on the ground, covering her eyes, wailing in pain, blood flowing out from her fingers. Xia Meng, perhaps tired of hearing this, frowned and gave her another hard kick.

But the one who advanced the fastest was the fat man. With red eyes, he rolled over like a humanoid tank, roaring and knocking away those who tried to stop him.

His purpose was very clear, and he directly knocked down the black-faced man. The two fell to the ground and started fighting.

The middle-aged woman wanted to help, but in the next second, a stone hit her head, causing her head to be bruised and bloody.

She covered her head and looked around, and happened to see Chen Qiang, who was hiding behind a tree, leaning out half of his body, raising his hands, leaning back, ready to drop a piece.

After seeing that he was discovered, Chen Qiang pursed his lips, then obediently took back the stone in his hand, and smiled apologetically at the middle-aged woman.