Chapter 279 Adding Dish

Jiang Cheng was sleepy, obviously still in the transition state between sleep and wakefulness, "What's wrong?"

"Tang Shirou was found!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes opened immediately.

The backyard of Huang's house.

To be specific, it was the remote yard they went to last night.

A bright red sedan chair was located in the center of the yard.

Bright red, as if it had just been fished out of a pool soaked in blood.

"When was it found?" Qin Jian frowned and looked at Shi Liaozhi who told him the information.

In the early morning, it was Shi Liaozhi who came to knock on the door and told them the news.

"I don't know." Shi Liaozhi swallowed his saliva, his eyes kept wandering over the bright red sedan chair, and the fear in his eyes could not be hidden, "It was the middle-aged woman who came to inform us."

But they looked around, and no one from the Huang's house came.

Not even one came to explain or lead the way.

This place is really weird.

It is really a paper sedan chair made of white paper.

There were dragons and phoenixes painted on it, which looked quite similar, and the most bizarre thing was the four paper figures standing around the sedan.

The bright red paper clothes, the green melon hats, the paper figures' eyebrows and eyes were charming, and their waists were twisting violently.

Two white paper lanterns were held in the hands of the two leading paper figures.

It was very bizarre.

The bright red blood soaked the white paper sedan. Xia Meng sniffed her nose, and a sweet and fishy smell rushed into her nose. She had smelled the smell of blood before.

The sand under the paper sedan had been stained red with blood, which made people very suspicious about what kind of scene was inside.

An Xuan took a deep breath and turned to look at Shi Liaozhi, "What did the middle-aged woman say?"

"She said that the person we were missing was in the abandoned courtyard of the Huang family," Shi Liaozhi replied in a low voice.

"That's all?"

Shi Liaozhi nodded, "That's all."

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

The question she asked was what everyone wanted to know, and judging from the appearance of the paper sedan, no one should have opened it, otherwise the sedan soaked in blood should have been broken long ago.

"Why waste words? Just take a look and you will know."

The speaker was Youqi, who seemed to dislike standing here. This sedan was fine, but there was also this yard and the lake.

This place was full of weirdness.

"Who's going?" Zuo Jing sneered, "You go?"

Youqi swallowed his saliva and replied with courage: "I'll go if I go." He paused and said, "But I have to say this in advance. If there is anything inside..."

"It's all yours. Jiang Cheng urged, "Go quickly. "

Youqi glanced at everyone and slowly approached. As the distance got closer, the inexplicable panic became stronger. He hardened his heart, picked up a stone on the ground, and threw it at the sedan before everyone could dissuade him.

There was no sound of paper being torn. The whole sedan seemed to have reached its limit and split apart. The next second, a bride dressed in red and wearing a veil appeared in front of everyone.

She sat upright on the wooden chair in the sedan, with her hands in her sleeves and placed flat on her knees.

She looked very dignified.

But at this moment, everyone felt not the feeling of a lady from a famous family, but a chill that went through their bones. This should be the missing Tang Shirou.

No one expected her to survive, but

"Look at her clothes! "

Someone shouted, and then everyone noticed that the bride was wearing the red costume that was hung in the middle of Master Huang's attic yesterday!

No one noticed it at first because it was stained with blood.

A gust of wind blew and lifted the red veil on the bride's head. Under the veil was a

No, not a single one!

It was a pair of faces, a skeleton face with the skin scraped off.

The body shook slightly, and the hand slid down along the cuffs. The originally white hand was covered in blood and flesh, and some places even revealed the white finger bones.

"Where is her skin? !"

At this moment, Tang Shirou was left with only a complete skeleton and the flesh on the skeleton.

Her skin was gone.

"There is no one without a costume, and there is no skin!" Shi Liaozhi seemed to realize something and cried out: "This costume is our skin! "

The next second, everyone stared at their costumes nervously. No one would complain that the costumes were uncomfortable and wanted to take them off.

After all, the bloody example was right in front of them.

Because of the fainting, Tang Shirou didn't wear this bright red costume until she died.

And the price was to exchange it with her own skin.

Because of Tang Shirou in the morning, no one was in the mood to eat breakfast. If they went, they just sat around the table in the pavilion.

The horrible scene lingered in their minds, and some people felt nauseous from time to time.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

A crisp but mechanical sound of footsteps came from far away.

The nauseous fat man looked up and found that it was the middle-aged woman who came over. Behind him was a younger woman, who seemed to be the one who greeted them at the door before.

But he couldn't be sure.

"Master Huang thanks all the doctors for their cooperation last night. The play was very successful. "The middle-aged woman's eyes were blank, as if she had no focus, and she seemed to be just going through the motions.

The younger woman was carrying a food box, which looked large and heavy. She carried it with both hands, looking very strenuous, but her expression was still the same as before.

"To thank the doctors for their cooperation. The young master ordered me to add another dish for you." The middle-aged woman slightly moved aside.

The young woman came up with a cold face, and slammed the food box on the table with a "bang". The force was so strong that the table shook a few times.

Everyone's face became unnatural.

Shi Liaozhi stared at the two women nervously, and even had such a thought in his mind, whether these people in the Huang Mansion had problems, and they didn't want to act anymore, and were ready to show their cards directly.

An Xuan slowly picked up a wine bottle on the edge of the table, and then quietly held it in his hand. Just as he was waiting for the situation to change, and was about to smash the wine bottle and directly insert the sharp fragments into the woman's neck, he found something flashing around him.

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

He held a wine bottle in each hand, and the light just now was the light of the glazed wine bottle.

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

The fat man An Xuan sitting next to him rolled his throat unconsciously, and he saw that the other party was holding a volleyball-sized jar in his two hands hidden under the table.