Nightmare Attack

“They gathered so many doors, gathered so much desperation, with the intention of awakening something.

"You should still remember that the resistance army led by Xia Tan, including Xia Tan, and a total of more than ten high-level disciples, disappeared silently. In the end, only Xia Tan escaped, and he was the only one who escaped. At the price of being completely eroded by the door”

"What kind of door can push him to this level?" Wei Jinting continued: "It's really unimaginable."

"No. 1, I think this is the Night Watchman's trump card. You must be careful."

After Wei Jinting finished speaking, he waited for a few more seconds and found that he did not hear the response from No. 1, so he asked: "No. 1?"

After a while, someone secretly said: "No. 1 didn't come. He said he didn't want the white-haired person to send the black-haired person. He was drinking in the room. I heard that he would write a poem for you."

"Huh -" Wei Jinting took a long breath and said in a different tone: "Forget it, he's not here. It would be great for you to hear No. 2. You are very similar to No. 1, you guys?"

"No. 4." The backhanded voice from before came again, sounding a little embarrassed, "No. 2 didn't come either. He said he didn't want to see the parting scene either. I heard he had an appointment with a young lady. Dancing away the sorrow."

The scene couldn't help but become awkward. After about 10 seconds, Wei Jinting tentatively spoke: "No. 8, please don't tell me that it's just you and me.

"No." No. 8 Fu Fu said: "Except for No. 3, who said he wanted to fulfill your last wish and is not here, everyone else is here."

"By the way, No. 13 is not here now, but he is outside, waiting for you to release fireworks after you die. He even came to urge you just now."

"If you have anything to say, just say it." A plain female voice sounded, which sounded somewhat more conscientious than those people. It was Li Lu, No. 7.

She was the first to come, standing beside the bed, but never spoke.

A black dress is more in line with today's atmosphere, and he is here for a funeral.

"By the way, No. 4, sir, he just came here, but he left again before you woke up." Fu Fu, No. 8, comforted, "Maybe he thought you died slowly."

"Cough cough cough"

Wei Jinting, who had just calmed down after hearing this, coughed violently again. While coughing, he struggled and said: "On the 8th, promise me that you will sign up for a class to learn how to speak when you have time. It will be good for you. The tuition fees will come from my funeral expenses." buckle."

"Hey -" Wei Jinting turned around, staring at the ceiling with a pair of blood-hole-like eyes, as if he could penetrate and see the outside world, "I had prepared many things that I wanted to say to you, but now, it seems like All forgotten."

"Don't worry, we're right here, think about it slowly." Chenran grabbed his hand, as if she was worried about hurting him, and slowly let go.

After a moment, Wei Jinting, who had calmed down, suddenly started struggling, with blood coming out all over his body, "My, my mask, where is my mask?!"

"Here, the mask is here!" Chenran handed a small mask that looked like a child's toy into the hands of the panicked Wei Jinting.

After grabbing the mask with both hands, he gradually calmed down, covered in blood, "The mask is here, okay, I'll think about it slowly, think about it slowly."

As the violent rise and fall of his chest slowly stabilized, Wei Jinting stopped breathing.

Immediately afterwards, No. 8 Fu Fu took a step back, gathered enough breath, and shouted: "Crimson No. 4 Wei Jinting is buried!"

Her voice spread like water waves far away outside. A few seconds later, the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded outside, and the night sky was filled with red fireworks.

Around 10 o'clock in the night, Fatty was lying on the sofa watching a short video. He was watching an exciting moment. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Jiang Cheng came out.

When he saw Jiang Cheng's face, the fat man suddenly woke up and sat up from the sofa. "Doctor, what happened?"

The light was relatively dark, and although Jiang Cheng couldn't see anything on his face, those slightly shining eyes gave Fatty a very bad premonition.

Something must have happened

Jiang Cheng took off the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on, "Miss Lin called."

"Miss Lin," the fat man was in a trance for a moment, and then he realized that this was Pi Ruan's secretary, and he still had an unclear relationship with Pi Ruan.

"Pi Ruan?" The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng, who had already put on his clothes and was walking out.

"Doctor, wait for me!"

On the way, Fatty learned what happened. It turned out that after they left for Gray Stone Town, Miss Lin could no longer contact Pi Ruan. But just yesterday, Xue Jinhua came to the company. This frightened Miss Lin, but What happened next really shocked her jaw.

Not only did Xue Jinhua not make things difficult for her, she also made sure to give her shares in the company, a large sum of money, and a luxury car.

All in all, all the things she owed Pi Ruan before belong to her, and she can't even refuse them.

Miss Lin suspected that there was fraud and insisted not to accept it, but Xue Jinhua was very sincere and brought the contract. In Miss Lin's own words, Xue Jinhua almost knelt down and begged her to accept it.

Miss Lin read the contract carefully several times and found no problems. The terms inside were all beneficial to her.

In addition, Xue Jinhua kept pleading, saying that if she didn't accept it, she wouldn't dare to go out, so she signed the contract in a daze.

"Damn!" The fat man sighed: "Why can't I encounter such a good thing?"

But after being swept by Jiang Cheng's eyes, the fat man's excited mood returned to normal. After his IQ, which was suppressed by jealousy, returned to a high level, the fat man noticed the abnormality inside, "I understand, doctor, how can someone like Xue Jinhua be so kind, she must be forced by someone, it was Pi Ruan! It was Pi Ruan who forced her to hand over the shares!" Jiang Cheng did not answer directly, but told the fat man another piece of news. Not long ago, Xue Jinhua died, died in her own bed, and was found by the servant. There were no scars on her body, and it was initially determined to be a natural death. If it is for an ordinary 80-year-old man, this is not strange, but if all these are linked together, the result is terrible. After hearing that Xue Jinhua died in her own bed, a figure immediately flashed through the fat man's mind, a man who never put down his book. Luo He. Once in front of him, Luo He used his ability to send Jiang Cheng into the dream that the ghost used to trap Fu Fu. If that ability is used in the real world, thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but shudder, what would happen? As if sensing what the fat man was thinking, Jiang Cheng took out his cell phone and handed it to him. After the fat man received the phone, he found a blurry photo on it, which seemed to be accidentally taken by a surveillance camera somewhere.

It was a luxury car, driven by an elderly woman, and a man sitting in the back seat with his head down reading a book.