Nightmare Attack

The fat man couldn't see it, but he could hear a tooth-piercing sound, like a spoon being scraped hard, followed by a brief struggle and kicking sounds.

It was conceivable that Gao Yanqing, who was pestering him, was suffering inhuman torture, but Fatty couldn't figure out how he gritted his teeth and kept from screaming.

The sound went away as quickly as it came. As the frightening cold air nearby disappeared, the fat man was sure that the old man who blocked the road had left. He groped forward for a while before he dared to open his eyes.

Sure enough, the old man with gouged eyes had disappeared, but at this moment Gao Yanqing showed his figure. Even though he was mentally prepared, the fat man's heart was severely tugged the moment he saw Gao Yanqing clearly.

Gao Yanqing's upper and lower body were obviously uncoordinated. A huge wound cut him off at the waist. At this moment, they were temporarily pieced together. His purple intestines were dragging on the ground. Internal organs could still be vaguely seen at the wound. What the fat man was most concerned about was... On Gao Yanqing's face, his eyes had been gouged out, leaving two bloody holes. The corners of his mouth had also been cut open with a sharp instrument, exposing his ugly mouth, and his tongue had disappeared.

No wonder he didn't hear the scream just now, and Fatty finally understood the reason.

Although Gao Yanqing lost his eyes, Fatty could feel that his hostility towards him was getting deeper, and gradually Fatty also noticed that Gao Yanqing had changed. He was not limited to following behind him, but was completely imitating him. His own movements, if he moved forward, he would follow suit, if he stopped, he would also stop.

The fat man held a lantern in one hand and an incense stick in the other. Gao Yanqing also stretched out his arm to make the same gesture, even though he had nothing in his hand.

A slightly naughty idea came to his mind. The fat man jumped on the spot. Almost at the same time, Gao Yanqing also jumped on the spot. This scared the fat man so much that Gao Yanqing's waist split open and his internal organs and intestines flowed out. A big chunk.

Fatty suddenly had a bad premonition. He suspected that Gao Yanqing had a deeper intention. He was constantly imitating himself, maybe... maybe he wanted to be himself in the end.

This thought firmly occupied Fatty's mind as soon as it appeared. He knew that he could not wait any longer and must deal with Gao Yanqing as soon as possible. He raised his head and looked forward. The bridge seemed to be endless in the fog.

But he didn't have much time. Now most of the second incense had been burned. According to the original arrangement, he was going to send Gao Yanqing to the other side of the bridge and then return the same way, but now he had been delayed for too long on the road. If this continues, even if he can complete the mission, he won't have enough time to return.

Anyway, the ultimate goal is to get rid of Gao Yanqing, so sending him across the bridge or finding a way to deal with him can achieve the goal in both cases, and after what happened just now, the fat man is even more determined to kill him.

The idea was already there, now it was time to implement it. Fatty's first thought was to find another ghost blocking his way, and then use the rules set by the ghost to deal with Gao Yanqing.

But later he hesitated. The risk was relatively high. After all, he was a human and Gao Yanqing was a ghost. No matter how he looked at it, he was the one most vulnerable to attack.

Looking around anxiously, he suddenly noticed the guardrail beside the bridge. It was not because there was something strange about the guardrail here, but he thought of the Dry Ghost.

The figure of the Dry Ghost hanging upside down on the guardrail instantly attracted Fatty's attention. He was thinking about the possibility that since Gao Yanqing was imitating his own movements, could he hang his body upside down under the bridge like the Dry Ghost? , and then find an opportunity to get Gao Yanqing down.

The fat man was a man of action. He arrived at the bridge in a few seconds. He flexibly hooked his feet on the guardrail of the bridge and hung his body upside down under the bridge with his head facing down.

There was a hazy darkness under the bridge, and only the sound of running water could be heard, but it was very far away. One could imagine how high the bridge was.

Gao Yanqing followed suit, and his posture was exactly the same as that of Fatty.

Looking at Gao Yanqing hanging upside down beside him, the fat man started his plan. He first slowly let go of one foot, and used his amazing control over his body to hang himself under the bridge with only one foot.

According to what Fatty thought, Gao Yanqing's body was like a broken bag. It would be difficult for him to do this, and he would most likely fall directly.

Unfortunately, although Gao Yanqing could do this far less easily than Fatty, he did it. He moved his body very carefully, and his final posture was the same as Fatty's.

After doing all this, Gao Yanqing turned his head and pointed two bloody holes at the fat man. A whirring sound came from his broken mouth, and the meaning of mockery was self-evident.

The fat man took a deep breath and used that foot as a fulcrum to swing his whole body in mid-air, like a swing.

This difficult movement did not faze Gao Yanqing. He followed suit, and his swings were even more exaggerated than the fat man's. As the distance between the two became closer and closer, the corners of Gao Yanqing's mouth grew wider and wider, until A fist the size of a sandbag slammed into his face.

Gao Yanqing's legs were loosened and he fell from the bridge, spinning around and falling into the boundless darkness below.

The fat man stood up quickly and returned to the bridge. After doing all this, he felt much more comfortable all over his body. He had accumulated strength for the punch just now and finally missed it.

However, the noise just made was too loud, and it may have attracted the attention of something. There was something vague in the surrounding fog, and it seemed that something was approaching here.

And there's more than one.

The fat man immediately ran back towards the way he came. The second incense stick on the way was burned out, and he replaced it with the third and last stick.

Fortunately, there was no more trouble on the road this time. When the last incense stick was still half-way alive, he finally saw a glimmer of light. Although the light was faint, it gave people a warm feeling, which was the hope of life.

After running closer, the fat man noticed that the light came from a crack. It was a door. There was a faint sound of someone talking inside the crack of the door.

The fat man immediately recognized the doctor's voice, as well as Yao, Shun, and Yu.

As the door opened, a familiar scene came into view. Several people in Jiangcheng were sitting around the table, waiting anxiously. The appearance of the fat man obviously surprised everyone.

Only now did the fat man notice that he actually came back from the door, not from the paper bridge.

At the same time, the paper bridge in the room also disappeared.

Looking at the fat man coming in from the door, everyone's expressions changed. They immediately stepped back and stared at him from a distance without saying a word. The fat man explained for a long time before everyone let down their guard.

"How did you come back from the door?"

Jiang Cheng poured the fat man a cup of hot tea and handed it to him to warm up. After staying in another world for a long time, the fat man's whole body was almost frozen.

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