Nightmare Attack

Chapter 162 Trap
Losing three sons one after another, as well as Asumu, completely broke down the spirit of this sixty-year-old old man. He lowered his head and muttered words that no one could understand.

Immediately afterwards, the final murmur ended.

The village chief who had lost his heart fell against the wall. There was a blood hole in his chest, and blood gushed out, and a whole line of blood was wiped out on the yellowed wall.

Nor did he keep his head.

The distorted figure flickered slightly, and in the next second, it appeared in the dark room.

Three heads were randomly thrown on the ground.

The village chief, Qian Jianxiu, and Asumu.

Asumu's head was only one meter away from Jiangcheng, and his head was a whole circle bigger than the other two. Due to the angle, Jiangcheng couldn't see his face, only his blood-stained messy hair.

Ferocious bloodstains flowed wantonly along the pitch-black ground.

The distorted figure opened the door of the closet with anti-joint movements that humans can't make at all, and then walked in, and the door closed with a "creak".

she left.

That's right, what else can she do if she doesn't leave?

It is also a kind of relief for her to finally get her revenge.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the women in Xiaoshijian Village, and the hostility and emaciation on their faces. This kind of life was just a kind of torture for them.

Some of them are dead.

Even if they can leave Xiaoshijian Village in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to be like before.

The devastation and worldly vision they have suffered in these years will become the second knife on their necks.

Thinking about it, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

He immediately looked towards the closet.

The closet door was tightly sealed, and the dark room was surprisingly quiet.

Then he slowly moved his gaze and searched in the dark room, which was covered by a strange halo, Jiang Cheng guessed that it should be given to him by the iron gate.

Every piece of furniture was placed in its previous position, with a strange light flowing from it. No, this dark room is this hotel, and there should be no living people.

But this feeling of being watched.
Jiang Cheng slowly retracted his gaze. In an instant, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and immediately after, his whole body froze involuntarily.

He finally found the source of his sight.

Yes. Asumu! !

His crooked head fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, staring straight at himself, as if he wanted to finish what he hadn't finished speaking.

A similar scene would not have caused disturbances in Jiangcheng, but this time was different, because he clearly remembered that Asumu's head was facing in another direction before.

How could it be.?
He stared at Asumu's eyes suspiciously.

Jiang Cheng already sensed something was wrong, he tried his best to look away, but he couldn't do it, Asumu's eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, it was surprisingly cold, but people couldn't look away.

His spirit was also affected, and his right foot was raised uncontrollably, as if he wanted to leave the scope of influence of the door and return to the world in the mission.

This feeling is very strange. He fully knows what he is facing now and what he should do, but his limbs are out of control.

Oops
A similar feeling immediately reminded him of a place—Hanzhen Lake.

He already realized that he had fallen into a trap, and it was the hands and feet of the ghost.

She didn't go.

Still here.

And she can see herself, or be aware of her own existence.

But limited by the rules, she can't hurt herself inside the door, but she can attract herself out by affecting her spirit.

One thing he is clear, as long as he leaves the iron gate, he will surely die.

He tried to bite the tip of his tongue, hoping to use the severe pain to wake him up, but the tip of his tongue was almost broken, and he still couldn't break free.

What's even more frightening is that he didn't feel any pain.

The ghost is gradually eating away at his thinking and controlling his consciousness.

Asumu's head is a trap deliberately set by the ghost.

It was as if a porcupine was savagely colliding repeatedly in his mind, and the thoughts he had just condensed were destroyed again, and his headache seemed to explode.

Asumu's voice echoed in his ears.

He seemed to be in extreme pain, sometimes begging Jiang Cheng not to abandon him, and sometimes asking Jiang Cheng to come up and close his eyes for him.

Jiang Cheng raised his right leg a little closer to the edge of the halo.

His struggles were not without effect.

He is stalling for time.

The iron gate exists for a limited time, and once the time is up, he can return to the real world, as long as...he can persist until then.

How long it will be, he doesn't know, the speed of time here cannot be inferred by common sense, but Jiang Cheng refuses to die here for no reason.

Until he heard a crisp cracking sound.

In the next second, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Just in front of him, less than 20 centimeters away, stood something that could be called a human being.

That guy has a broken face.

Come face to face with yourself.

The right side of his face was still intact, while the left side was completely cracked. A pair of thin-frame glasses with distorted frames and broken lenses hung obliquely on the right ear.

The exposed gums collapsed inward, and the scattered teeth were dotted in the blood-red flesh, like a group of carrion maggots.

It can be seen that the left side of the face was beaten alive with a hard object.

He guessed that there was a high probability that it was a stone with edges and corners.

Jiang Cheng instantly felt bad all over.

It seems that this is the true face of ghosts.

Hidden behind the messy hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him angrily. Jiang Cheng had no doubt that if he was a few seconds later, and when he walked out of the halo, she would also grab his head off.

In the next second, the surrounding scene began to distort, and the huge suction pulled Jiang Cheng back.

After a familiar feeling of dizziness, he finally stood on his feet. Under the dim light, his office came into view.

He tilted his body and almost fell to the ground.

The iron gate behind him disappeared before he turned his head.

He took a deep breath, then stepped forward with numb and stiff legs, came to the coffee table, and poured himself a glass of water.

The water is still warm.

A warm feeling entered his throat, and he felt much better.

He didn't deliberately hide his voice, so after a while, there was a sound of tentative footsteps near the stairs, and Jiang Cheng could still think of the cautious appearance of the fat man.

He must have heard movement downstairs, and then he didn't know what made it.

"Doctor?" Before the fat man arrived, the voice came first, "Is that you?"

Jiang Cheng took another sip of water, held it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing slowly, "No."

At this time, the fat man had already poked out a huge head from the corner of the stairs, and when he saw Jiang Cheng sitting on the sofa, his expression immediately became exciting: "Doctor, you are so fast! You are done in the time it takes me to change clothes."

　Thanks to Er Jingliang for the reward!

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(End of this chapter)