Nightmare Attack

The tall and muscular man was still standing in front of Jiang Cheng, and his attitude said it all.

"It's too late," Chen Xiaomeng urged.

The buzzing sound of the door became more and more urgent, and the light gray mist shrouded in front of the iron door flowed rapidly as if it was alive.

In half a minute at most, the door will collapse.

The tall, strong man didn't know what he had done to the secret door. Even though the village chief and others were outside cursing and yelling, and the banging of the door never stopped, the secret door seemed to be integrated with the wall.

"There is a door hidden there, you can go through there," the strong man pointed to a corner of the room, where there was a particularly large wardrobe, which was exactly the same style as the one in the abandoned building of the Qian family.

"You can see the door when you open the closet. Go along the passage. When you go out, you will see the pastry shop on the next street. The village chief only leaves two people there. He can't stop you." He spoke very quickly.

The iron door next to the secret door was shrouded in mist, and a dark halo overflowed from time to time, but the tall and strong man seemed unable to see it.

This should also be a restriction caused by the rules of nightmare.

While Jiang Cheng was thinking, Chen Xiaomeng immediately ran towards the door. Every second in the nightmare was dangerous and torturous. Only when he returned to his own world could he be truly safe.

Without saying goodbye, Chen Xiaomeng's figure disappeared inside the door in a flash of light.

The tall and strong men were shocked.

In his field of vision, the woman just rushed towards the wall and then disappeared.

Wall penetration?

Jiang Cheng naturally wouldn't explain to him. There was no need and no time. He looked into the tall man's eyes, nodded and said, "Take care."

Then he also ran towards the iron gate.

Just when half of his feet had entered the iron gate, his movements stagnated and his expression changed accordingly. He suddenly thought of something.

They did not find Qian Jianxiu.

No ghost was found.

Now that the iron gate appears, it means that the case has been cleared up. Although Li Lu, who was one step ahead of them, may have tampered with it, they did not see Qian Jianxiu's body.

Doubt drove him to look back the moment he entered the door.

At this moment, even time seemed to have stopped.

Everything looked like a slow-motion replay in his eyes.

The door of the wardrobe in the corner slowly cracked open.

A blood-red eye appeared behind the crack in the door.

The next second, the cabinet door suddenly opened, and a bloody corpse fell out and fell to the ground, with blood splattering everywhere.

It's a headless corpse.

A twisted figure appeared in the room, holding a bloody ball in its broken arm.

The figure let out a roar between anger and excitement, and then directly broke through the secret door and rushed out. The secret door, as thick as a wall, was as fragile as a piece of paper.

The village chief and other people's curses and banging on the door disappeared immediately.

There were screams, running sounds, the sound of human bodies being torn apart, and the sound of blood splattering on the ground. The corridor was like a Shura field.

The iron gate changed Jiang Cheng's view. He could vaguely see through the wall and see the scene in the corridor.

Large swaths of blood were splashed on the ground, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere. Those who took advantage of the chaos to hide in nearby rooms did not escape the ghost's hunting.

She caught a man hiding under the bed, covering his mouth, trying to get away with it.

He dragged him out from under the bed, then grabbed his shoulders, and tore him in half amidst the man's screams.

For a time, the entire building was filled with bloody murderous intent. This vengeful ghost finally came to the world with her most extreme malice to punish those who had committed crimes.

No rules can bind her now.

At least at this moment, she has no solution.

Jiang Cheng suddenly understood that this was the reason why the ghost had not appeared before.

Same rules.

If the ghost shows up, then all of them will die.

The ghost is also waiting.

Whether they failed to enter the iron door within the stipulated time, or they were clumsy and opened the closet door out of curiosity, they would all die.

But on the other hand, if they don't take the initiative to open the closet door, then the ghost hiding inside can't hurt them and can only watch them leave.

A ghost will not be lenient to you just because you helped her get revenge. Just as Fan Li said in the first mission, they represent the most extreme malice, a collection of all negative things that you can think of or even think of. .

The only thing that can limit them are rules.

There is no scruples within the rules, and no bones left outside the rules.

Just as Jiang Cheng was quickly thinking about the information related to the rules, the massacre in the corridor came to an end.

Only the village chief, the village chief's son with a beard, and a tall, muscular man were left alive.

The twisted figure raised his beard, which had already rolled its eyes in fear, and whose trousers were leaking foul-smelling liquid, and shook it in the direction of the village chief, as if to show off something.

The village chief's condition was much better than that of the bearded man. At least he was not paralyzed on the ground. He could barely stand against the wall, but his eyes were already filled with deathly gray.

He seemed to have expected this day to come.

As the tall and strong man said, the debt owed must eventually be repaid.

Now it's his turn to pay off his debt.

“crunchy”

In front of the village chief, the ghost fixed the beard with one hand, grabbed the top of the head of the beard with the other hand, and then slowly rotated it. The neck of the beard made a chilling sound, and a large mouthful of blood foam overflowed from the corner of the mouth. .

The bearded eyes stared at his father, as if asking for help.

But after more than ten seconds, he couldn't do it anymore, because his head was turned 180 degrees, and the last trace of life disappeared. He tilted his head and died.

The village chief stared at the twisted figure with blood-red eyes, as if it was not the ghost but him who had a deep hatred.

The ghost was not in a hurry, he looked at the village chief with his slumped neck tilted, his blood-red eyes seemed to be filled with a prairie fire.

Simply killing the village chief was no longer enough for her, she wanted the most painful way to die.

Qian Jianxiu had been tortured to the point of being reduced to a human form.

Now, her goal has been achieved.

Her arm slowly stretched out, and she was still a few meters away from the village chief, but she actually touched the village chief. This strange scene made Jiang Cheng frown.

The hand that was trembling slightly with excitement touched the village chief's chest, feeling the heart beating violently with fear.

The twisted figure burst out with a very harsh sound, and Jiang Cheng could feel the excitement that was suppressed to the extreme and that the great revenge was finally avenged.

The ghost is laughing.

He was sure.

But just as the ghost's fingers turned into claws, ready to dig out the village chief Qian Jianguo's heart, a thick wooden stick fell from the sky and broke the ghost's stretched out arm.

The next second, the weird arm returned to its normal length.

Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank and he saw a tall, strong man holding a wooden stick in front of the village chief.