Nightmare Apostle

Yang Xiao pulled Beibei dangerously, and this prevented the ghost child from falling from the sky from jumping on her. Wu Zhengwu turned around and slashed with his sword. With a smooth movement, he used the back of the sword to send the boy wearing a cartoon coat flying away. .

But in order to save Beibei, Yang Xiao also dropped the gun in his hand. At this moment, he picked up Beibei and ran away, not caring about picking it up.

"The fish screams, the cat jumps, Grandma Red orders you not to laugh, the baby cries, the baby makes noises, cut off the tongue and Grandma Red smiles."

The weird nursery rhymes became more and more harsh, constantly draining the remaining mental energy of Yang Xiao and others. The children had dull smiles on their faces, clapped their hands, shook their bodies, and chased them.

At the critical moment, a burst of continuous gunfire suddenly rang out from the front. Several ghost children on the ceiling who were waiting for an opportunity to attack were repelled by bullets. Reinforcements had arrived. The deputy captain who Wu Zhe had left downstairs to take charge of the finishing work hurried over with a few people.

But when he saw that the ones who were knocked down were children wearing children's clothes, the deputy captain who came to support immediately stopped him and said, "Don't shoot, there are children!!"

After just a moment of hesitation, the children hanging upside down from the ceiling quickly came back, more than twice as fast as before. Seeing this, Yang Xiao grabbed the deputy captain's pistol and shot the ghost children back with a few shots, "Hurry up, fire, don't stop. !”

At the same time, he took out a lantern and looked at it. The flames in the lantern expanded instantly, and the hazy darkness was dispelled.

The pale green light seemed to have been ordered to extend towards the group of clapping children. The next second, under the reflection of the green light, these children's faces and bodies were covered with a large number of spots.

"Corpse spots!" Everyone was shocked.

What's even more terrifying is that blood can indeed be seen when the bullet hits, but soon, these ghost children clapping their hands got up again, their expressions remained the same, as if they were completely unaware of the pain.

The captains couldn't resist this weird nursery rhyme, and the people who came to support were even worse. They all had splitting headaches, and their guns were misguided. Soon, a hole was torn in the defense line, and a man wearing black The ghost child in clothes lurked on the ceiling, jumped down suddenly, and instantly threw a team member who was changing ammunition to the ground.

Just when Yang Xiao and others were about to rescue, a terrifying scene appeared. The ghost child's smooth skin instantly aged, his face became vicissitudes, his cheekbones protruded, and his eyes were filled with wrinkles. He looked like an 8 or 9-year-old child. An old man.

At the same time, the player who was knocked down seemed more like the water in his body was drained. His skin was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, his muscles were atrophied, and his bones were twisted. In just a few seconds, he transformed from a strong young man in his 20s. Not only did he age into an 80 or 90-year-old man, but a moment later, he turned directly into a mummy, with eyes as large as raisins resting in the empty eye sockets. His death state was exactly the same as Sun Qiya's.

After getting up from the mummy, the child, who was several decades older, staggered a few times, then fell to the ground and became motionless.

Yang Xiao thought in his mind that he had never seen such a weird way of death, but this was undoubtedly the ability of this venerable-level evil cultivator. It could actually control these children to exchange their lives for their own lives, and directly let those who were caught die. People grow old and die.

"Don't let these ghosts get close!" Wu Zhengwu yelled, but soon someone else was knocked down, and the screams were heartbreaking.

After losing several team members one after another, the defense line collapsed. Several people could only retreat while fighting. At this time, Wu Zhengwu's close combat was completely useless. After all, if a ghost child touches it, he will die of old age. This ability is too terrifying. .

But soon, a more desperate scene appeared. A wall actually appeared behind them, directly blocking their escape route.

It was still a ghost beating the wall, but this time it was obviously more troublesome. Yang Xiao took out the ghost lantern. The wall was still a green tomb wall, but it was much stronger than before. Wu Zhengwu raised his knife and chopped it several times, but it was not broken. After being defeated, he could no longer stand firmly. Yang Xiao could see that after such a long period of consumption, he was already at the end of his strength.

Beibei pushed away the person who was helping her, gritted her teeth and took out the pendant from her pocket, staring at the ghost child who was approaching her with bloodshot eyes, "I will fight with you!"

But Wu Zhe stopped her, "It's useless. We can't find the true form of the evil cultivator. Even if we kill all these ghost children, it's useless. You open this wall and I'll hold it back!"

He quickly took out a white glove from his pocket and put it on his left hand. In just this moment, Yang Xiao noticed that Wu Zhe's whole temperament had changed, becoming cold and unfamiliar. He raised his left hand and faced the approaching ghost child. He made a grasping gesture.

Almost immediately, the ghost children who were singing nursery rhymes just now stopped singing and stopped one by one.

His mouth opened wide, as if he couldn't breathe, and as Wu Zhexu's grasping hand slowly exerted force to the right, the necks of more than 20 ghost children also twisted to the right, as if they were grabbed by an invisible ghost hand. , wanting to break their necks.

"Gah...gaah...

Yang Xiao even heard the sound of bones being broken, and he finally understood how the cultists who had their necks broken before died.

But suddenly, a child standing in the right corner of the group of children moved. This was a girl with no sense of presence. She was about 7 or 8 years old. She was not tall, thin, and had an unflattering appearance. She had two sides on both sides of her head. There was a braid hanging down, and the gray coat on her body made her face look as pale as malnutrition.

The girl raised her skeletal left hand and held it close to her face. The next second, Yang Xiao heard the crisp sound of broken bones, followed by Wu Zhe's scream.

When he turned around to look, Wu Zhe was already kneeling on the ground in pain, and his left hand wearing a white glove had been broken.

The five fingers were twisted together irregularly.

"She is the evil cultivator!" Wu Zhe yelled in pain, this was already obvious.

Without Wu Zhe's restriction, the ghost children started walking again and started singing. This time the nursery rhymes mixed with bursts of laughter became louder and louder. The children clapped their hands and crowded closer, with weird smiles on their faces.

Finally, Wu Zhengwu roared and split open the tomb wall blocking the road with a knife, "Quickly! Anyone who can escape counts, and those who get out alive will take out the evil cultivator's information!"

It is impossible to escape unscathed from the current situation. Even if you break through the ghost wall, it will not be easy to escape.

Several captains were so badly injured that they were almost unable to fight. If no one was left behind, they would all be bitten to death.

"You go, I'll fight her!" Beibei thought of the tragic death of Sun Qiya, and a surge of anger rushed to her chest. Although the cost of using her resentful eyes again was huge and might cause the puppet ghost to lose control, But I can’t care about that much now.

"Crack!"

Before she could stand up, Beibei was slapped on the back of her head. Yang Xiao pulled her and pushed her out, "I work hard all day long. You are the captain and I am the captain?"

"Get out of here, I'll deal with it. You guys here will only affect my performance." Yang Xiao raised his body, leaving his teammates with a reliable face.

Originally, Yang Xiao thought that everyone would have a life-or-death farewell and affectionate confession like the ones in war movies, but he soon realized that he had thought too much. He only saw a few people standing up to Beibei without saying a word. run,

Wu Zhengwu looked back at Yang Xiao, told Captain Yang to take care, and chased after him.

As for Wu Zhe, well, the others have long since disappeared, but he was the fastest runner, and now he can’t even see his back.

In just a short moment, another wall appeared in front of Yang Xiao, blocking Yang Xiao's escape. The ghost children twisted their bodies and approached Yang Xiao. This time they slowed down, but the smiles on their faces were The singing became more and more exaggerated, as if they were playing tricks on Yang Xiao, an abandoned person.

"The fish screams, the cat jumps, Grandma Red orders you not to laugh, the baby cries, the baby makes noises, cut off the tongue and Grandma Red smiles."

The ghost children clapped their hands, and the singing became louder and louder. At this moment, the evil cultivator stopped pretending and appeared directly among the ghost children, singing loudly together.

Yang Xiao stopped pretending and took out a large silver whisk from his body. A moment later, a huge Bodhisattva in white slowly walked out of the void behind Yang Xiao.

Seeing the Bodhisattva in white, including this great evil cultivator, the smiles on the faces of the 20 or so children froze at the same time, and their eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Sing, why don't you sing? I told you to sing as long as you can!" Yang Xiao grabbed the big fly whisk, his eyes were bloodshot under the huge mental pressure. With a wave of his right hand, the great Bodhisattva in white clasped his hands together, and countless waves poured out from his body. The auspicious clouds, stepping on the void, swayed towards the ghost children. In the mist, solemn and grand chanting sounded, as if they had arrived at the Holy Land, Lingshan Mountain.

“Om fen ni mani ba wa wa bu ba ba ba wa .

"Mani, ba, ba, quack, croak, croak, croak, croak and start vomiting.

The originally cheerful nursery rhyme was muted in an instant. There was no need to touch it. Just being approached by the white-clothed Bodhisattva, the ghost children fell to their knees and kowtowed crazily to the Bodhisattva until their seven orifices bled and died. This guy brought The sense of oppression is much stronger than that of the ghost child before.

"Little Holy Spirit Buddha Mother in White?!" The red grandma, who looked like a little girl with a ponytail, screamed, "You...are you a disciple of the Black Buddha Mother?"

Yang Xiao didn't answer at all. He didn't have the energy to answer. He had no choice but to invite this evil thing out. He didn't expect this thing to be so evil. In less than 10 seconds, he already had a faint feeling of losing his strength. It was chaos, as if all his mental energy had been drained. If this continued, it would last for 20 seconds at most, and he would be drained.

During this period of time, we must deal with the red grandma in front of us. It is best to capture her alive, but even if we cannot, we must destroy her.

Yang Xiao guessed that these guys were coming for him, and of course the purpose was for the soul-capturing mirror. These evil cultivators were so shameless that they actually came all the way to snatch his things.

I didn't give the whisk to the Bodhisattva in White. Firstly, I was worried that I couldn't control it, and secondly, I was afraid of being exposed. After all, the whisk's killing methods were too weird, and if he was recognized, he might cause big trouble.