Chapter 320: Picking up the Bride

"Fatty." Jiang Cheng suddenly said.

The fat man walked and nodded, "Doctor, you talk, I'm listening."

"Tell them what happened today when you go back."

The fat man blinked, "How do you say it?"

"Tell them the truth." Jiang Cheng said, "More details."

"Then doctor, just tell them directly." The fat man said embarrassedly, "Doctor, you know I'm stupid, I'm afraid I can't explain some things clearly."

Jiang Cheng exhaled and complained in a rather dissatisfied tone, "If I say it and someone believes it, do I need you? "

The facts are just as Jiang Cheng expected.

No, not just like, it is much worse than he expected.

The fat man sat at the table, and everyone gathered in a circle, but the strange thing is that everyone listened to the fat man's story, but their eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng, their sight was full of suspicion.

Until Jiang Cheng consciously stepped back a few steps, away from the crowd, everyone's brows immediately relaxed, and suddenly felt that what the fat man said was much more credible.

"So this housekeeper Zhou sneaked into the Huang Mansion later. He is the father of the dead woman and wants to avenge her?" You Qi said in surprise.

Zuo Jing glanced at him and added: "Not only revenge, but also to revive her with evil magic."

They now know that the human skin drum and the midnight show are all made up by housekeeper Zhou and others, the purpose is to give ghosts a chance to kill people.

So as to finally revive their daughter.

"But how did they do it?" You Qi looked around in confusion and said: "Mr. Huang can save such a large family business, he will not be a fool who is easily manipulated. "

"It is through the work of Mr. Huang. "An Xuan said calmly: "After the death of Young Master Huang, Mr. Huang missed his son very much. I think this housekeeper Zhou must have told Mr. Huang that he had a way to resurrect Young Master Huang. The reason why Mr. Huang dressed up as Young Master Huang was also because of their bewitching."

Undoubtedly, this is the most plausible explanation.

"How long do we have?" Xia Meng asked a key question.

"Not sure." The fat man spread his hands like Jiang Cheng did before, "The book says there are still 4 days, but I don't think so. At most," he stretched out two fingers, shook them and said, "Two nights."

"Does the book record how to deal with this ghost?" Although he knew that this question was unlikely to have an answer, An Xuan still asked.

"No."

"Stop the ceremony." Chen Qiang suddenly said, "I mean if we all refuse to participate in the next play, will this ceremony be interrupted. ."

"But it is also possible that we will encounter some unexpected events because of violating the rules. "Jiang Cheng said naturally.

Before he finished speaking, everyone's mind unconsciously appeared the appearance of Tang Shirou's death. She was the best example.

"Ghosts should not attack everyone who breaks the rules." Youqi also echoed Chen Qiang's words, "If all of us..."

"Who will be the first?" Looking up, An Xuan asked the most critical question. His eyes were very calm, but it gave people a strong sense of oppression. Youqi stopped talking immediately.

Time is precious and should not be wasted on such meaningless questions.

"What does Mr. Hao have to say?" An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng.

Zuo Jing's eyes were also focused on Jiang Cheng's face. No one believed that this fat man could get back such information. This was all his credit.

Perhaps he still has clues that no one knows.

"I think we should go and see the painting first. "Jiang Cheng suggested.

The painting was covered by a red cloth, and the deep red color made An Xuan and Zuo Jing feel very uncomfortable, as if it was a deep red battle flag floating in front of them.

Youqi stood in front of the painting covered by the red cloth, looking very cramped, because he was the one who hung up the red cloth. There is a saying in his hometown that red cloth can ward off evil.

Some old mirrors or old paintings that have been around for a long time may have ghosts in them. When not in use, they should be covered with red cloth to avoid disasters for the family.

But before entering the nightmare, Youqi, a big and strong man, did not believe in these things, but now, he can't help but be superstitious. After all, he already knows that ghosts are real and more terrifying than he imagined.

"Who did it?" Xia Meng asked knowingly: "Go take it down yourself. "

Youqi swallowed his saliva, and seemed to want to explain, but after seeing the eyes of others, he wisely shut his mouth. He suddenly had an idea, went outside to pick up a wooden stick, and then picked up the red cloth.

At the moment the red cloth fell, Zuo Jing, who was closest, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The painting has changed.

The woman in the painting has completely turned her face, and the face that was originally smiling and talking has suddenly changed.

The woman in the painting now smiles very strangely, with cold eyes and exaggerated eyebrows, just like those paper figures with eyebrows and eyes.

Sure enough

There is not much time left.

The background of the painting has changed again, and the details are gradually increasing. There is a scarlet full moon hanging in the sky. The attic under the moonlight is extremely gloomy. A paper man is riding on a drum and beating the human skin drum.

Through the painting, you can feel a trace of coldness seeping out from the front.

"Dong. Dong. Dong. "

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the dead face of the middle-aged woman appeared at the door.

She was standing outside the door and did not come in.

Perhaps because they have learned the inside story, everyone is more and more respectful of the middle-aged woman. These servants with strange movements are probably all actors in the Zhou steward's troupe.

They took advantage of Mr. Huang's madness to completely control the Huang Mansion and completely sideline Mr. Huang.

"The master asked me to inform you that at three o'clock tonight, the drum sound is the signal, come to the lake to sing with the young master." The middle-aged woman glanced at everyone and said in a gloomy tone: "Tonight's play is called-receiving the bride."

The woman turned around, picked up a branch from outside, and then cut it into pieces with her fingernails. The sharpness of the woman's fingernails was beyond imagination, like a sharp blade.

"The rule is that during the process of receiving the bride, no matter what you see or hear, you can't make any sound." The woman said: "Until the end of this play."

"Each person holds a piece in his mouth, and you can take it out after it ends." The woman raised her hand, with a small pile of cut branches in her hand.

Youqi, who was closest, walked up reluctantly and took the pile of branches.

"Hehehe." The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed unconsciously. Yuqi was so scared that his hands trembled and the branch almost fell to the ground.

"Then you can divide it among yourselves." The middle-aged woman turned and left after saying that.

"What's going on?" Yuqi said in shock with trembling hands. He stared at his hands, then raised his head and looked at everyone present with fear.

At this moment, everyone had already received one branch.

And he had two branches quietly in his hand.