Chapter 12 The Corpse is on the Move

Just then, a light appeared in another room not far away, and even more strangely, a figure could be seen inside through the window paper.

The figure was hanging high, its stiff body swaying constantly. That creaking sound was what had awakened him, and the fat man was so frightened that his face changed color because that room was where Zhang Qizheng had hanged himself!

"What's going on?" the fat man asked, trembling. "Old Mr. Zhang... has Old Mr. Zhang come back to life?"

No one answered. Everyone was sure that Zhang Qizheng was dead, and Jiang Cheng and the others had also taken down the body. No one could be sure what the hell was hanging up there now.

Soon, an even more terrifying scene appeared. The hanging shadow actually moved, not the kind of swaying caused by the wind, but raising its arm and tearing the noose in a few strokes. Then, with a "thump," the figure fell to the ground.

The next second, the fire in the room went out, and the entire courtyard was plunged into darkness again. Well, not completely dark, there was still a faint, strange light.

A few seconds later, the sound of the door axis tearing through the silent night.

"Creak--"

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. The fat man's heart was in his throat. They were waiting, waiting for the footsteps that should follow. Now they had abandoned their fantasies. The ghost in the room was clearly coming for them.

But they waited for a long time, and the outside was silent.

Jiang Cheng leaned against the door, observing the outside through the crack. The courtyard was misty, and nothing could be seen without the only light source. He straightened up slightly. The view through the crack was limited, but there was an opening higher up in the door, shaped like a peephole, that could be used to look outside.

But now everyone was puzzled. Judging from the sound, the ghostly thing only opened the door after coming down from the noose, and then stood behind the door, not moving. Why?

"Could it be that it can't leave the room?" Zhu Jie asked in a very low voice.

But such a big show, with firelight and hanging, just to scare them, seemed too far-fetched.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng keenly noticed that something seemed different around him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was like... it was darker.

Originally, there was still some faint light in the room, but now... the fat man couldn't bear it any longer. He slowly stood up, wanting to look outside through the hole, but just as he leaned in, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something, suddenly covering the fat man's mouth and pushing him back.

The next second, a scene that made everyone's hair stand on end appeared. A finger suddenly poked through the hole. The fat man was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, looking at Jiang Cheng with grateful eyes. If... if he had been a step slower, that finger would have pierced his eye socket.

The finger groped stiffly for a while, not finding anything, and then slowly retracted. Jiang Cheng was also secretly relieved that he had reacted quickly. He had just realized that the light in the room had dimmed a lot because the faint light shining through the crack in the door was blocked by something.

This ghostly thing had already come out of the room and was standing outside their door!

However, Jiang Cheng did not expect that this guy could walk without making a sound.

Tang Qisheng stared at the position of the hole, tremblingly reaching out his hand and gesticulating in the air. Jiang Cheng saw clearly that he was writing the character Zhang.

Zhang of Zhang Qizheng.

"Bang!"

The door trembled violently.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Through the door, everyone could imagine the cold palm hitting the door. The corpse outside was knocking.

The knocking lasted for a while. Just when everyone was tense and even ready to fight the corpse to the death if the door was broken open, the knocking suddenly stopped. Then, extremely stiff footsteps sounded, and the corpse walked away step by step with heavy steps, heading towards the courtyard gate judging from the sound.

Shao Tong looked at Jiang Cheng and asked the most crucial question, "Is this a dream, or is this world real?"

"It's a dream, I... I remember this feeling," the fat man replied without hesitation. He had sensed this kind of decaying aura everywhere in the dream where he met the fake grandfather.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and nodded, "It's a dream."

Among all the people, only Jiang Cheng and the fat man had entered a dream, so everyone had no other choice. While the footsteps were a little further away, Jiang Cheng gently opened the door.

The outside was misty, but the visibility was not as bad as they had imagined. An inexplicable clear light faintly enveloped the world. The moment the door opened, everyone felt as if they had come to another world. At a distance, they finally saw the figure hidden in the mist.

Silver hair, hunched over, with an unnaturally tilted neck, it was undoubtedly Zhang Qizheng, who had been dead for a long time. Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Qizheng walked stiffly to the courtyard gate, then picked up a wooden stick propped against the door, raised it high with both hands, and chopped it down on the courtyard gate.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Without the wooden stick propped against it, the courtyard gate was not locked at all and could be opened with a gentle pull. However, among the doubtful gazes of the crowd, only one person was different. Jiang Cheng looked at Zhang Qizheng raising the wooden stick, as if he were holding a huge weapon, especially the fierce aura of the violent chop. This scene was familiar.

Searching through the depths of his memory, there were not many scenes that could leave a deep impression on him. Fragments of memory were pieced together little by little, and finally, he remembered.

It was in a skyscraper, in a dark corridor, when the midnight killer chopped down on him with that axe!

If Wu hadn't blocked the blow for him at the time, he would have been dead.

And he had treasured this picture in his album.

"What did you think of?"

Shao Tong's voice rang in his ear, instantly pulling him back to reality. Zhang Qizheng, who had made the same move as the midnight killer, had already dropped the wooden stick and was swaying outwards.

Jiang Cheng's control over his expression had long reached perfection. With a gloomy face, he whispered, "Everyone be careful, there's something on this corpse's back."

Tang Qisheng couldn't help but become nervous, "What is it?"

Jiang Cheng's expression became even more nervous, "It's the fake grandfather. The fake grandfather is lying on his back. I saw it just now when he was waving the wooden stick, but..."

Looking at Zhang Qizheng's gradually receding back, and Jiang Cheng who hesitated to speak, Zhu Jie couldn't help but urge, "What time is it? Just say what you have to say."

"I'm not sure, but I really saw it. It should be the fake grandfather's body, but why... why does it have Xiu Ling's face?" Jiang Cheng's tone suddenly became sinister.