Nightmare Attack

Even if he was not smart, he could still see that there was something wrong with Zhou Rong and Yin Zhiping in front of him. Even if they were not ghosts pretending to be ghosts, they were still corpses manipulated by ghosts.

Maybe Zhou Rongyin Zhiping really died after he stepped into this building.

But just when he turned around and ran a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

I don't know when a black shadow appeared on the originally empty stairs.

His pupils shrank, and his heart seemed to be suddenly grasped. Then, a strange thought flashed in his mind. Could it be that the black shadow that the two people pointed at just now was the black shadow.

Before the results of his thinking appeared, the dark clouds dispersed and the bright moonlight poured into the room through the broken window. Penfolds finally saw clearly that it was not a black figure at all, but a figure squatting on the ground. people.

"Have you seen who it is?" Zhou Rong lowered his voice.

Jiang Cheng, Chen Xiaomeng, and Jiang Zhongyi were all crowded behind the door. They did not choose to open the door, but simply opened the door to a gap and looked out through the gap.

Jiang Zhongyi's throat rolled up and down, and he said in an uncertain tone: "It seems to be Penfolds."

He was keeping vigil before, but compared to the last time Jiang Cheng kept vigil, he was really conscientious. Every few minutes, he would carefully approach the door and look out.

Just 10 minutes ago, when he looked outside again, he suddenly spotted a sneaky shadow.

However, due to the angle problem, after discovering the black shadow, before he could take a closer look, the black shadow disappeared from his field of vision.

In a panic, he could only vaguely remember the back of the black figure, and concluded that it was Ben Fu.

"What should I do?" Jiang Zhongyi looked at Zhou Rong habitually and asked, "Do you want to notify others?"

Zhou Rong lowered his head and thought, but did not answer for the time being.

For Zhou Rong, what he was more concerned about was how Penfold dared to leave the room alone at night. Before leaving, the village chief specifically emphasized not to go out at will during the night.

Penfolds may be dumber, but it's definitely not a fool, so there must be something wrong here.

"Mr. Yin," Zhou Rong suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng as if he remembered something, "What do you have in mind?"

From just now, Jiang Cheng's expression became very unnatural, entangled, regretful, and even a little regretful. None of this escaped Zhou Rong's eyes, and he thought that the former might have discovered something.

Jiang Cheng touched his chin, and after a while, he regretted, "It's a pity that sweet potato."

Zhou Rong: "???"

Jiang Zhongyi: "???"

Chen Xiaomeng: "You don't believe me if I say there is something wrong with his brain."

After calming down, Zhou Rong tried to understand Jiang Cheng's words from another angle, "Mr. Yin," he swallowed, looked at Jiang Cheng and said quickly: "You mean Penfolds?"

"If the one just now is the real Penfolds, he either found some clues or was seduced by something," Chen Xiaomeng glanced at Zhou Rong impatiently, "But the result is the same."

Jiang Zhongyi's face turned pale, and everyone knew what Chen Xiaomeng was referring to.

"Of course, there is a second possibility," Chen Xiaomeng said coldly: "The Ben Fu just now was disguised as a ghost, and his purpose was to lure us out."

Jiang Zhongyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that this ghost might be thinking too much. It was so dark outside that a lunatic would appear.

"Crunch——"

The noise made by the turning of the old door shaft was like a pair of scissors, which suddenly cut off Jiang Zhongyi's soul. With his eyes widened, he watched as Jiang Cheng opened the door and walked out.

After that came Chen Xiaomeng and Zhou Rong.

He hurriedly looked outside and found that the door of another room had also been pushed open. Pei Gan, Yu Man, and Li Lu were standing behind the door, their faces looking very ugly.

Especially Li Lu, from such a distance, you can still see her body trembling.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Jiang Zhongyi chased after him.

Let him stay in the room by himself, might as well kill him.

Now that things have become clear, it seems that the one who left is indeed Penfolds, not a ghost pretending to be a ghost.

"I sleep very lightly," Li Lu trembled. Even the temperature of the stove could not dispel the chill in her heart. "I heard the wind outside, so I got up to see what was going on, but I didn't expect that the door was open, and then Penfolds is gone!"

After listening to what Jiang Zhongyi said, Pei Qian's face darkened. After a while, he said: "Ben Fu must have been confused by ghosts. I'm afraid it's more serious than bad."

Other than that, everyone really couldn't find a reason for him to leave alone. After all, the mission had just begun. It was impossible for him to find the key clues and clear the mission directly by himself.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Fortunately, the people here are not newcomers. Although some people have emotional fluctuations in their eyes, in the final analysis, it is just a simple sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Dead people are a common occurrence in nightmares. What everyone needs to do is to infer the taboos within the mission, and then avoid becoming the next dead person.

The good thing about the gathering of old players is that no one will ask stupid questions like whether to find someone or not. Everyone gathers in a room to rest in a tacit understanding.

Close the door tightly, light the fire, and increase the number of people watching the night to two.

Shifts change every hour and a half to ensure everyone has adequate rest time.

Just like that, we waited until dawn.

Zhou Rong didn't open the door until there were footsteps outside the door.

There were still two people, the village chief and the dark burly man. The man was carrying a long pole with a basket hanging on both ends. It was covered with a thick cloth, and there was a faint fragrance coming out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the village chief was busy apologizing as soon as he came up, "Masters are all hungry, come on, have something to eat!"

Lifting the thick cloth, there was a whole drawer of steamed buns underneath.

But it's not the common white steamed buns, but light yellow. If you look carefully, you can see that there are very rough ridges on it.

In this era, large white noodles should be a very luxurious thing. Even these miscellaneous grains were probably collected by the village chief from house to house.

After everyone thanked them, they took the steamed buns and started eating. There was a black jar in another frame, with something like a gourd split in half, floating in the air for drinking water.

I felt like I was choking on the steamed buns, so I went to drink some water.

Everyone ate and drank in silence, no one spoke.

The village chief's eyes looked at several people from time to time, and he opened his mouth several times, but in the end, as if to cover up, he said a few polite words to prevaricate.

Chen Xiaomeng was leaning against the window and eating steamed buns, looking at the village chief from the corner of her eye from time to time. In fact, when the village chief first appeared, she found that he was checking their number intentionally or unintentionally.

He stretched his neck from time to time and glanced into the room.

He had already realized that someone was missing, but he ignored it as if nothing happened. Chen Xiaomeng's eyes gradually became subtle.