Nightmare Apostle

Soon after dinner, the sky gradually became gloomy. Soon, a figure carrying a lantern walked into the courtyard. It was Du Huai who came in person: "These are the things that the three of you will use tonight. They are all ready." ”

Opening the cloth bag, there are three soul-inducing incense sticks and three headgear inside. The rules remain unchanged, everyone must return before the incense burns out.

Before leaving, Du Huai did not forget to remind those who were selected to go to the boudoir to leave as soon as possible. Once it gets completely dark, even the ancestral home may not be safe.

"Who is so lucky? Let me see it." Du Huai asked with a smile, his eyes roaming over Tong Han and Mi Shu.

"It's me." Mi Shu said.

After looking at Mi Shu up and down for a moment, Du Huai nodded, "Miss Mi Shu has a very good face. You can tell she is a blessed and noble person. I hope everything goes well tonight. Do you still remember what I said to you?"

"No matter what you hear at night, especially if something calls your name from behind, never look back." Mi Shu was stunned by these words.

"It's good to remember, and my good intentions are not in vain." Du Huai took a step back and gave them a fist in a solemn expression, "Everyone, take care. On behalf of all the villagers of Dujia Village, I, Du Huai, would like to thank you for your great kindness. Virtue.”

"Mr. Du, you're welcome." Yang Xiao and his group returned the greetings in a decent manner.

Not long after Du Huai left, Mi Shu was ready to leave. She didn't have the soul-inducing incense, or even a dirty hood. Her mission tonight was to die.

Mi Shu took a deep breath and walked out of the door. She knew that she would probably never come back. What she had said before was just speculation. The group of villagers in Dujia Village who were neither human nor ghosts were not easy to deal with. In the nightmare, After struggling for so long, maybe...maybe this is my final destination.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, Mi Shu didn't have much fear at this moment. She just felt empty and indescribable, with a little bit of unwillingness and regret. She didn't want to die, at least not in this dirty place. , these also made her hesitate a little.

"Da da da...:

There were footsteps coming quickly behind Yuan, and Mi Shu quickly turned around warily. The next second, a pair of arms hugged her, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back." Tong Han put his chin on Mi Shu's shoulder, and said softly .

In an instant, Mi Shu's body trembled violently, and tears burst into her eyes. She hugged Tong Han tightly. There were many things she wanted to say, but in the end she only condensed them into three words, "Live on."

In such a world, waiting for you to come back and survive may be the best blessing.

Mi Shu left, and everyone watched her leave. Yang Xiao could feel that Mi Shu's footsteps were much firmer than before.

What surprised Yang Xiao was Tong Han. She stood alone in the yard outside the door, watching Mi Shu leave. Such a lonely figure was completely different from the evil cultivator Yang Xiao originally imagined. People are too complicated, and evil cultivators Not all of them are murderous lunatics.

It wasn't completely dark yet, but lanterns had already been hung up in the ancestral house. This had never happened before. Mi Shu soon discovered that these lanterns were prepared for her. They were only marked near her along the road, and some were hung. Outside the courtyard gate, some were hanging on dead old branches, as if they were worried that she would get lost because of the darkness.

A gust of night wind blew up, ruffling the hair on Mi Shu's forehead. The pale white paper lantern only swayed slightly from side to side, adding a strange tone to the thin night.

Mi Shu is a very sensitive person. She walked faster and faster, and her expression became more and more panicked. She looked around from time to time. She had an indescribable feeling, as if something was staring at her along the way. , and it was very close to herself, but she just couldn't find it.

Sure enough, tonight was not that simple. Mi Shu wrapped her clothes tightly, as if to resist the inexplicable chill, and continued to speed up her pace.

Not long after Mi Shu left, a clear "tearing" sound suddenly came from the empty courtyard. A paper lantern hanging on a tree seemed to be overwhelmed internally, and a crack was torn open on the surface, and through Passing through the gap, there was a vicious eye staring in the direction where Mi Shu disappeared.

On the other side, Mi Shu finally arrived at Miss Du's boudoir. At this moment, there was still light in the boudoir. She gently pushed the door, and with a "creep", the door slowly opened a gap, but it was only ajar and not locked. There was no one in the room, except for the two candles burning faintly in front of the dressing table, one on the left and one on the right. Mi Shu felt uneasy in her heart instantly. The arrangement was almost exactly the same as the night Liu Haiping died.

The boudoir had obviously been carefully cleaned, the floor was very clean, and there was no trace of the smell of blood in the air.

As if what happened before were all hallucinations.

The dressing table has also been carefully cleaned. All the jewelry boxes and rouge boxes are gone. The table is very neat now. There is some paper spread in the middle. There is an inkstone on the left hand side, and a brush lying across it. Look closer. The inkstone There is also ground ink inside.

Mi Shu was very cautious. She first checked the entire room to make sure no one was hiding. Then she returned, closed the door, and stepped forward to check the papers on the dressing table. There were quite a few papers and they were quite thick. , there were some obscure scriptures on them. Mi Shu didn't understand much of them, so he just tried to read them for a while, and then he felt dizzy for no reason.

The words on the paper were all hollow, so you didn't need to be able to write, as long as you could trace them along the edges. Mi Shu flipped through them roughly. The scriptures on these papers were enough for her to write all night.

Turning his head, he looked at the corner on one side of the room, which was relatively dark and a dead end of the room. A screen was blocking it. Mi Shu kept in mind the teachings of Yang Xiao and others and tried not to get close there. But once he was in a life-or-death situation, he would Then she would go all out and knock down the screen. At worst, she would die together with the Du family who rushed in to kill her.

When Liu Haiping died, she died here. She might also die tragically in this boudoir soon, but she hoped that Tong Han would not.

Of three people, one must survive.

Mi Shu sat in front of the dressing table. The chair was not as cold as she expected, and seemed to still retain the residual warmth of Liu Haiping's body. She raised her head and stared at herself in the bronze mirror, feeling a little strange for a moment.

Clearing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, she took a deep breath, picked up the brush with her left hand, and moistened the tip of the pen in the inkstone. There was one thing she didn't say. Her calligraphy with calligraphy was very good, and she could use it with both hands. This hand can calligraphy with calligraphy. I still learned it from my grandfather.

Concentrating, the tip of the pen soaked into the paper the moment it touched it. It started well. Mi Shu wrote one word after another, and soon finished the first page. When he turned over the paper, the verses below were penetrated by the ink. A little bit,

She didn't care, and continued to write quietly, as if she had returned to the night more than ten years ago, in the old study room of her grandfather's house in the countryside, the strong fragrance of ink mixed with the chirping of insects outside the window, and everything was tainted with the unique flavor of memories. Beautiful scent.

The more she wrote, the more proficient she became, writing quickly and steadily. Mi Shu gradually entered a state of selflessness, which greatly relieved her nervousness. After an unknown period of time, her strokes finally changed, and her fingertips could not help but tighten. ,

She heard it and heard footsteps coming from the yard.

The footsteps were light and fast, and it was obvious that they were not alone. They quickly dispersed, some went around behind the window, and more were blocked outside the door.

"Mi Shu."

"Mi Shu?"