Jiang Cheng has sleepy eyes, obviously still in a transitional state between sleeping and being awake, "What's wrong?"

　　

　　 "Tang Shirou...found it!"

　　

　　 Jiangcheng's eyes opened immediately.

　　

　　......

　　

　　 Yellow house backyard.

　　

　　 Specifically, it was in the remote yard they went to last night.

　　

　　 A bright red sedan chair sits in the middle of the courtyard.

　　

　　 It was bright red, as if it had just been fished out of a pool full of blood.

　　

　　 "When did you find it?" Qin Jian frowned and looked at the teacher Liao Zhi who had told him this information.

　　

　　 Early in the morning, teacher Liao Zhi came to smash the door and told them the news.

　　

　　 "I don't know." The teacher Liao Zhi swallowed, his eyes wandering on the bright red sedan chair non-stop, the fear that couldn't be hidden in his eyes, "It was the middle-aged woman who came to inform us."

　　

　　 But they looked around, and no one came up and down the Huang Mansion.

　　

　　 There is even one to explain, or there is no one to lead the way.

　　

　　Here...It's really wicked.

　　

　　 is really a paper sedan made of white paper.

　　

　　 The dragon and the phoenix are painted on it, it looks a little bit, and the most weird thing is...Four paper people standing around the sedan chair.

　　

　　The bright red paper clothes and the green melon hat, the paper people's brows and eyebrows are highlighted, and the waist of one model is twisted badly.

　　

　　 Two plain white paper lanterns were held in the hands of the two paper men in the lead.

　　

　　 weird and extraordinary.

　　

　　The bright red blood soaked the white paper sedan chair, Xia Meng pumped the tip of her nose, and a sweet smell poured into her nasal cavity. It was not that she had never smelled blood before.

　　

　　 The sand under the paper sedan has been stained red with blood, which makes people very suspicious. What kind of scene is inside...

　　

　　 An Xuan took a deep breath and turned to look at the teacher Liao Zhi, "What did that middle-aged woman say?"

　　

　　 "She said that our missing person is in the abandoned house in the Yellow House," the teacher Liao Zhi replied in a low voice.

　　

"that's it?"

　　

　　Master Liao Zhi nodded, "That's it."

　　

　　 "How did that middle-aged woman know that we were missing someone last night?" Xia Meng asked.

　　

　　 The question she raised is something everyone wants to know, and no one should have opened the paper sedan, otherwise the sedan chair soaked in blood would have long been broken.

　　

　　 "What are you going to do? I'll know if you don't see it."

　　

　　 It is You Qi who speaks. He seems to dislike standing here, nothing more than this sedan chair, as well as this yard and lake.

　　

　　 This place is full of weirdness.

　　

　　 "Who is going?" Zuo Jing sneered, "Are you going?"

　　

　　 You Qi swallowed, and daringly returned: "I'll go, I'll go," he paused, and then said, "But the ugly thing can be said before, if there is something in it..."

　　

　　 "It's all yours." Jiang Cheng urged: "Go ahead."

　　

You Qi glanced at everyone, and slowly leaned in. As the distance got closer, the inexplicable panic grew stronger. He was cruel, picked up a stone on the ground, and moved towards before everyone had time to dissuade him. The sedan chair was lost.

　　

　　 There was no sound of any paper being torn apart. The whole sedan chair seemed to have reached the limit of carrying capacity. The whole sedan was torn apart. The next second, a bride wearing a red haze and a hijab appeared in front of everyone.

　　

　　 She sat on the wooden chair in the sedan chair, with her hands in her cuffs, lying flat on her knees together.

　　

　　 looks very dignified.

　　

　　 But at this moment, what everyone feels is not the feeling of the famous ladies, but the bone-chilling chill. This... should be the missing Tang Shirou.

　　

　　No one expected her to survive, but...

　　 "Look at her clothes!"

　　

　　 I don’t know who yelled, and then everyone noticed that the bride was wearing the red costume that was hung in the center of Young Master Huang’s attic yesterday!

　　

　　Because it was soaked in blood, no one noticed at first.

　　

　　 A gust of wind blows and lifts the red hijab on the bride’s head. Under the hijab is a...

　　

　　 No, not one!

　　

　　 is a pair, a skull face that has been shaved off.

　　

　　 The corpse shook slightly, and his hand slipped down along the cuffs. The original white hand was **** and bloody, and some places even showed white finger bones.

　　

　　 "Where is her skin?!"

　　

　　 At this moment, Tang Shirou only has a complete set of bones, and the flesh and blood on the bones.

　　

　　 Her skin... is gone.

　　

"No... if there is no person wearing a costume, there is no skin!" Shi Liao Zhi seemed to realize something, and cried out: "This costume...this costume is ours. Skin!"

　　

　　 In the next second, everyone stared at their costumes nervously. No one complained that the costumes were uncomfortable and wanted to take it off.

　　

　　 After all, the **** example is right in front of my eyes.

　　

　　Because she passed out, Tang Shirou didn't put on this big red costume until she died.

　　

　　 And the price is...for your own skin.

　　

　　......

　　

　　 In the early morning, because of Tang Shirou's relationship, everyone was in no mood to eat breakfast, and they just went to sit around the table in the pavilion.

　　

　　The horrible scenes linger in my mind, and some people still feel sick from time to time.

　　

　　 "Tap."

　　

　　 "Tap."

　　

　　 "Tap."

　　

　　 There was a crisp, but the sound of mechanical footsteps, from far to near.

　　

　　 The disgusting fat man raised his head and glanced up, and found that the middle-aged woman had come, and behind him was a younger woman who seemed to have greeted them at the door before.

　　

　　 But he is not sure.

　　

　　 "Young Master Huang thanked all the doctors for their cooperation last night, and the performance was very successful." The middle-aged woman's eyes were widened, as if she had no focus, she seemed to be just walking through the scene.

　　

　　 A younger woman is carrying a food container~lightnovelpub.net~ The food container looks very big, and it should be heavier. She is holding her hands and looks very strenuous, but her expression is still the same as before.

　　

　　 "In order to thank you doctors for your cooperation. Master ordered me to add a dish to you." The middle-aged woman slightly turned away.

　　

　　 The young woman walked up indifferently, and she paused the food box on the table with a "boom", and the table shook a few times with strength.

　　

　　 Everyone's expressions are unnatural.

　　

　　 Master Liao Zhi stared at the two women nervously, and even this thought came to mind whether these people in the Huangfu Mansion have problems, and they... don't want to perform again, and are about to show off directly.

　　

An Xuan slowly picked up a wine bottle on the edge of the table, and then quietly held it in his hand, just when he was about to wait for the situation to change, and smashed the wine bottle and inserted a sharp fragment directly into the woman’s neck. Yu Guang found that something flashed around him.

　　

　　 Looking along, he suddenly saw where Jiang Cheng was sitting.

　　

　　 He is holding a wine bottle in each hand, and the light just now is the sparkle of the glazed wine bottle.

　　

　　 After realizing that An Xuan was looking at him, Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, nodded to the former, showing a warm smile.

　　

And the fat man sitting next to him...An Xuan's throat rolled unconsciously, and he saw the other person hiding in his two hands under the table...carrying a jar the size of a volleyball. .