Nightmare Attack

Chapter 118 Entering the Village
The village head had no choice but to dare not offend Jiang Cheng, so he had to wink and let the dark man who held the umbrella for him go to hold an umbrella for Jiang Cheng. It was not until under the shade that Jiang Cheng showed a satisfied expression.

"Miss Yu!" Jiang Cheng warmly invited Yu Man to come under the umbrella, and the two walked side by side.

Perhaps it was because the two had similar occupations, and there seemed to be endless topics to talk about. From time to time, Jiang Cheng leaned into the latter's ear and whispered something, which made the latter's pretty face flush and he couldn't stop laughing.

Then the two turned their heads together, looking back and forth at Chen Xiaomeng playfully, and then there was another exchange of eyebrows that could only be understood but could not be expressed in words.

Chen Xiaomeng was annoyed when she saw Jiang Cheng's face, so she turned her head as if she didn't see it.

The mountain road was more difficult than expected. It was a few hours' journey, but the group of people stopped and walked, and they didn't see a village in the distance until it was almost dark.

Leaning on a walking stick, the village head stood beside a rolled rock, looking at the village with emotion in his eyes.

Everyone stood still.

The mountain village shrouded in the setting sun has a special charm. The afterglow shines like a layer of holy veil, and the white houses and black tiles are clearly layered.

From time to time, cooking smoke rises from the roof, like a long snake flying towards the depths of the forest.

It is like a Chinese painting smudged on a piece of rice paper.

Even though he was on a mission, Pei Qian, who was born as a painter, still admired the scenery of Xiaoshijian Village, and he could feel that what he said was completely sincere.

After wading through an ankle-deep clear stream, a piece of bluestone appeared at their feet. Looking forward, a winding bluestone road snaked into the village.

The village is small, with about a hundred households.

After the village chief dismissed the villagers following him, only Jiang Cheng and the others and the dark man with the umbrella remained.

A group of people first came to a courtyard, which was said to be a courtyard, but in fact it was just a few low tile-roofed houses, surrounded by a fence outside, making it the shape of a courtyard.

It was getting late, so the village chief walked in first, apparently to arrange for everyone to stay overnight.

Everyone did not enter rashly, but waited outside the courtyard. Jiang Cheng looked up, down, left, and right curiously, and finally his eyes stopped on several large dustpans placed in the courtyard.

The dustpan was placed next to the fence, and there were huge sweet potatoes inside.

The sweet potatoes are very fresh, with moist soil on them, as if they have just been dug out of the ground.

After waiting for a while, they suddenly heard a dispute mixed with dialect. After a while, the village head walked out with a gloomy face.

The door in the courtyard was half opened, and a woman's face appeared behind the door.

Zhou Rong saw that the woman was holding a wooden stick with a blackened end in her hand, and her expression was very indifferent.

After seeing the Jiangcheng group, the village chief's face became more and more embarrassed. He paused with his open mouth, but he had to explain: "This man is not here, so it's inconvenient. We... let's go to the next one. look."

It turned out that the next one was the same, but the rhetoric was changed.

In the end, the village head had no choice but to take them to a relatively remote courtyard. This time it was a real courtyard, and the construction was much better than the two houses I had seen before.

It is a bit dilapidated, and when the wooden door is pushed open, the old door hinge makes a harsh noise.

There are three rooms in the yard, a relatively rich and large room stands alone on the west side, the door is closed, and a black old-fashioned copper mortise lock is hung on it.

The village head led them into one of the two small houses on the east side.

The inside is relatively clean. Entering the door is a small hall of more than [-] square meters, and there is a stove made of unknown materials in the middle.

Looking into the furnace, there are cinders that have long been extinguished.

The village chief seemed to be very familiar with this place, he went to find some charcoal from the bamboo basket next to the wall with ease, and then a dark man walked in from the door, holding a bundle of firewood that he did not know where he got in his arms .

With the cooperation of the two, after a while, the fire started crackling.

Everyone sat around the stove and stretched out their hands to warm the fire. The warmth gradually dispelled the chill, and the fatigue along the way also eased a lot.

The man who followed him spoke very little, and his eyes were very dull. After the fire stabilized, he went to the small room next door with firewood and charcoal, and turned on the stove in that room.

The village chief said apologetically, "You have to deal with it for one night today." He pointed to the left and right sides of the house where he was located. One side, then two people live on the other side, and then four people live in the other room."

"Don't worry about it," said Pei Qian. He sat there with great momentum, looked at the village head and said, "We all live in this room."

The village head didn't seem to expect him to say that, so he paused for a few seconds, and then said with a sneer: "It's okay, I'll follow you."

Speaking of this, the village chief seemed to have thought of something suddenly, so he changed his mouth and said, "All follow the master. What you mean."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, but he hummed and said nothing after all.

The village chief licked his lips, nervous as if he had escaped a catastrophe.

"Now you can talk about what happened to you." Yu Man sat there warming up the fire, her fingers were slender and slender, and the fire reflected her face more and more alluringly. She smiled playfully: "Will we come so far away It’s a trip to the mountains and rivers.”

Everyone tacitly did not disclose the story told by the shop owner. There is no one credible in the nightmare, whether it is an NPC or a teammate.

Hearing what Yu Man said, the village head couldn't help rolling his throat. After seeing that the dark man had returned, he stood up, closed the door, and then found a wooden stick and inserted it as a door bolt.

After all this was done, the village chief sat down again. At this moment, everyone noticed that his face had changed. It was a mixture of fear, helplessness, regret and other complex emotions.

He raised his head and asked in a very strange tone: "Do you... believe in ghosts?"

Everyone feels helpless, wishing to skip the boring opening of this third-rate horror novel immediately, what everyone wants to hear is the story!
Accidents that actually happened!

But they didn't dare to advance the plot too fast, worried about missing something, so Zhou Rong could only nod his head and said perfunctorily: "I believe, there are gods three feet above your head."

"But I'm talking about ghosts! Not gods," the village head swallowed with difficulty, and described in a low voice, "It's the kind of terrifying ghosts that can kill people."

When it came to this point, it was unknown whether it was because of the sudden drop in temperature or what, but everyone felt a chill.

The chill came suddenly, and it was inexplicably weird. It even affected the charcoal fire in the furnace, and under everyone's gaze, it dimmed a lot.

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