Nightmare Attack

Chapter 137
Zhou Rong took a deep breath and said nothing.

Hearing this, Pei Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and said with a sneer: "Mr. Yin is still thoughtful."

Now that everyone has come in, there is nothing they can do about Jiangcheng, so a big or small matter will eventually come to nothing.

His gaze swept across the room slowly, not sure if it was a problem with the layout of the room, or someone repaired it later, even at [-] noon, the room was still very dark.

It's like a gray filter.

The three of them didn't dare to separate, so after Zhou Rong simply determined the direction, they walked along the slightly brighter place.

As usual, Zhou Rong was the first, Pei Qian was in the middle, and Jiang Cheng was at the back to prevent the ghost from blocking his way out.

The floor is old-fashioned plaster, so it doesn't make the same "creaking" sound as old floors, which reduces the risk of exposure.

Although no one expects to be able to fool the ghost in this way.

But after all, I feel better.

The place they turned into was a room similar to a living room, which was very large. Zhou Rong came to a wooden board that was slightly transparent, and then slowly exerted force to break the board.

The sun shines in, and now the vision is much clearer.

The decoration of the house is full of sense of age, there are wooden chairs with hollow carvings, and a table that looks very heavy.

The tables were piled up in the corner, and Pei Gan stepped forward as if he had discovered something, and touched it with his hand. After a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed, "Huaimu?"

"Locust wood?" Zhou Rong followed closely, looking up and down this heavy wooden table, but it could be seen that he was not proficient in wood.

So after a while, Zhou Rong turned his face away and said solemnly: "Are you sure it's Huaimu?"

Pei Qian nodded heavily, and there was even a trace of panic in his eyes.

For painters, especially for Chinese paintings, some elderly painters are very conservative. Sometimes, in order to collect inspiration, they will go to the countryside to collect folk songs.

There is a folk saying that "locust trees cannot make coffins, and willow trees cannot be used in houses".

Huai character, Zuomu is also ghost, so it is also called ghost wood, dead man's wood.

Used as a coffin, the deceased will suffer at least, and the family will be restless at worst. During folk burials, they also like to use old locust wood to carve some rare toys, and place them a little far away from the coffin, with the meaning of warding off yang and collecting yin.

How could there be such a huge pagoda tree table in such an old village in the mountains that attaches so much importance to customs, and is still a wealthy family.

Isn't this cursing yourself?

Moreover, there is also a problem with the placement of the wooden table. It is in the darkest and dampest corner of the room, and it is suffocating to watch.

Something flashed quickly in Pei Qian's eyes, he was thinking, but more doubts.

But soon, the doubts were overwhelmed by the sudden surge of fear.

"No!" Pei Gan growled, "This room is not for people to live in!"

As soon as he spoke, he regretted it. Although his voice was not very loud, in such an environment, as long as he had ears, he would definitely be able to hear it.

Not to mention ghosts.

But what Pei Qian didn't expect was that Zhou Rong and Jiang Cheng in front of him didn't intend to stop him. They didn't even look at him, but looked around nervously.

Pei Qian immediately closed his mouth and followed their gazes. Immediately afterwards, his breathing became short-lived.

At some point, the surroundings fell into a gray state again, and the wooden plank that Zhou Rong broke off just now was still embedded in the wall.

The wooden board is fixed by dozens of large iron nails as thick as a baby's finger, as if it is indestructible.

What made Pei Qian even more desperate was that he turned around and found that the window he just jumped into had disappeared.

At this time, the superiority of the old player over the new player was revealed. None of the three yelled because of the sudden change in the surrounding environment, but immediately gathered together, leaning against the wall.

At least make sure the ghost doesn't attack from behind.

As time passed, the breathing of the three became more and more depressed, and even the heartbeat was suppressed within an acceptable range.

Zhou Rong has the habit of meditating. At this moment, he is huddled in one place. If it weren't for the vigilant sweep of his eyes, he would doubt whether he was asleep.

Pei Qian, who just lost his composure, has calmed down again at this moment. As an excellent master of traditional Chinese painting, he has to meditate for a period of time before painting every time.

It is used to clear distracting thoughts in the mind and reach the stage of ecstasy in painting.

Compared with the professionalism of the two, Jiang Cheng seemed much more amateur. He simply leaned his back against the wall, didn't move, and didn't make any sound. His body didn't rise and fall with his breathing.

On the contrary, if you look at it from another angle, at this moment he is the best hidden among the three, almost blending into the gloomy environment.

Muscles tense under baggy trousers.

Unlike Zhou Rong Pei Qian who blindly pursued hiding, he seemed to have other plans.

"Toot. Toot."

"Toot. Toot."

Suddenly there was a sound in my ears.

It wasn't fast, but it sounded very powerful, and the reason why he didn't describe it as weird was because Jiang Cheng thought the voice seemed familiar.

He searched along the remaining memories in his mind, and in the next second, it was the fat man's inappropriate big face that popped up.

He could imagine how frightened Fatty would be if he was here.

Within three seconds after thinking of Fatty, Jiang Cheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and he finally realized what the sound was coming from.

This is the sound of chopping vegetables.

After the kitchen knife cuts the vegetables, it makes the sound when it cuts to the cutting board.

The voice was muffled, and just based on this voice, one could imagine that the knife used would definitely not be an ordinary household kitchen knife.

Instead, it should be a thick and heavy bone cutter that can break bones in one stroke.

In this weird building...someone is chopping vegetables!
With a giant knife! !
Zhou Rong and Pei Qian were not ignorant people, and they quickly realized the story behind the voice, and all three looked in the direction of the voice.

That's the other side of the room.

There was an ajar door, and the voice came from that door.

A faint light shone through the door.

Zhou Rong's throat suddenly rolled.

Pei Gan's face was also very ugly.

As old players, they would not comfort themselves that the door was just a woman from a good family or a girl who entered the building by mistake and cooked for herself because she was hungry.

What is closer to reality is that there is a ghost with a terrible death, holding a huge knife of unknown origin, cutting something.

What will it be?
This kind of thinking popped up in Zhou Rong's mind inexplicably.

He doesn't know, but it's definitely not something like vegetables, because the ghosts in his impression are not likely to be interested in such things.

It's meat, so there must be meat on the cutting board!
but as for what meat
At this moment, he suddenly thought of something that happened to Li Lu last night.

She drank a bowl of broth.

(End of this chapter)