Nightmare Attack

Chapter 572 Feng Mansion
Fierce ghosts are haunting, and ghost soldiers kill people.

This statement has attracted everyone's interest, and it is the first time I have heard of it.

Wu Dali saw the more and more interested eyes of these young people, and felt that they were crazy, so he kindly persuaded: "There is something wrong with this May train, the people on it are all ghosts!"

"Every night, I come back to seek revenge from the Feng family."

"But it wasn't the Feng family who killed them. Why did they come back to seek revenge from the Feng family?" Fatty asked, but it sounded like they were cooperating with Jiang Cheng in acting and taking Wu Dali's words.

"Hey, do you think you're a human?" Wu Dali looked at the fat man's big face with a bitter face, "That's a ghost, what's the ghost talking to you about?"

"Also, if the Feng family hadn't found the May train to send the victims away, they wouldn't have caught up with this matter, do you think it makes sense?" Wu Dali continued.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. You can listen to what I say if you want, and I can't help if you don't listen. We meet by chance, and that's all I can do."

Immediately afterwards, Wu Dali took them to a luxurious house, standing outside the gate, they could see the western-style three-story building inside.

Judging from the height and length of the wall, this house occupies a considerable area.

There is a plaque hanging on the gate of the house, on which is written the two big characters of Feng's family, written like a dragon and a snake, very grand.

It was only broad daylight, the gate of the house was closed, and the stone lions on both sides, as well as the pillars on both sides of the gate, were hung with pieces of white cloth and flowers made of white paper.

Obviously, someone died in Feng's house.

I don't know if the story was preconceived, but just standing at the gate of Feng's house, they felt a gust of cold wind blowing against their faces.

"What are you doing standing here?" When everyone turned their heads, Wu Dali had already turned into the alley next to him. Seeing that no one was coming, he walked out of the alley again, and said in a hurry, "How can you expect such a big thing to happen to someone's family?" Do you open the front door?"

"Also, you don't think about it, what is your identity? You're stupid, come in through the side door with me." Wu Dali had something to say, and he was embarrassed to say that even if Director Qiao came in person, the Feng family would also come in. Impossible to open the front door to welcome.

There is no way, who said that everyone has a big family and a big career, and the connections are hard.

In Huishi Town, if the Feng family wants to say that they are the second richest, no one dares to say that they are the first.

but now.
Wu Dali turned his head to look at the white cloth and paper money in front of the gate, and shook his head. After this incident, the Feng family is not only over, it is probably gone.

People are dead, and the money is worth the fart.

Jiang Cheng and the others followed Wu Dali's footsteps and turned into an inconspicuous alley nearby. There was a double wooden door deep in the alley.

It is said to be a side door, but it is also much stronger than ordinary doors. The wood is solid, giving people a sense of history, and it looks very strong.

There are two paintings on it.

One is Zhong Kui catching ghosts, and the other one is unknown to everyone, but there is an eminent monk in a golden cassock sitting on a futon with his eyes closed, and then knocking on a wooden fish.

Presumably it is also related to praying for blessings and exorcising ghosts.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Wu Dali took a deep breath, stepped forward, knocked on the door lightly a few times, and after a few seconds, said, "Liu Laizi, I'm Wu Dali, Director Qiao asked me to bring someone here." .”

He yelled several times in a row, but there was no response from inside the door.

Just when the people in Jiangcheng felt that something was wrong, there was a strange sound of footsteps coming from inside the door.

How to describe it?
It's like a person walking on tiptoe, at a faster speed, and then doesn't want to make a sound.

When they heard footsteps, almost everyone took a step back at the same time, leaving Wu Dali in front of the door.

But Wu Dali seemed to be okay, he just came here in a hurry to finish the errands arranged by Director Qiao, and then left quickly, so as not to get stuck on him, he didn't think about anything else.

"crunch-"

The door opened a crack.

The atmosphere outside the door instantly became tense, Huai Yi, Chen Qiang, and Fatty Pi Ruan immediately moved closer behind Jiang Cheng, leaving Lin Wan'er outside alone.

The fat man stretched out his hand and tugged at Lin Wan'er's sleeve.

Through the crack of the door, they saw a bloodshot eye, and the eye was placed very low. The person who came seemed to be only a little over 1 meter tall.

After looking at it for a while, the door was opened a little bit, and a very ugly person appeared in front of everyone.

It was a man, leaning on a cane cut from a thick branch. One of his legs was not simply broken, or there was something wrong with his foot.

Instead, it shrank, and the right leg became only one-third the size of the left leg. It seemed that after he grew a few years old, for some reason, the right leg stopped developing.

The right leg was hanging on the body like that, wobbling, not to mention how weird it looked.

This man named Liu Laizi also lost one eye, looking at the scars, he seemed to be blinded by some animal, the bridge of his nose was collapsed, the nostrils were turned out, and his thick lips were panting from time to time.

It seemed that walking from the inside to the door took a lot of energy from him.

"Cripple Liu, what are you doing in there?" Wu Dali said in a dissatisfied tone, "Let us wait so long."

"I'm busy." After looking at everyone, Liu Zizi said, his voice was hoarse as if mixed with sand, "These are the people sent by Director Qiao?"

"Yes."

"How many people?" Cripple Liu asked with one eye open.

"11."

"Okay." Limp Liu opened the wooden door tremblingly, then stepped aside and stood behind the door, "Come in."

(End of this chapter)