Nightmare Apostle

"Okay, it's a deal!" Yang Xiao smiled freely. Although this monk has a weird personality, he is not annoying and sometimes has a bit of dark humor.

Returning to the villa, Yang Xiao immediately checked the bedroom door on the first floor. This bedroom was the room where the first murder occurred. The first victim, Fei Yong, died here. The bedroom door was closed tightly at the moment, and the outside was blocked by a sofa.

When they checked the scene during the day, they had seen it. There was no sign of the bedroom door being opened, and there were no traces left on the stairs or the lobby on the first floor. They really didn't know where the ghost came from.

Before it was completely dark, Yang Xiao put on a blue skirt, a long wavy wig, flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of stiletto red high heels. Looking at herself in the mirror, Yang Xiao suddenly Somewhat dazed.

"It's so eye-catching...

Although Yang Xiao is not a person who values ​​​​face very much, if he is really photographed by someone, let alone a human being, even by a ghost, then he will chase after him and hit the ghost on the back of the head with a human bone stick. It forgets all this.

Lying on the bed and closing his eyes, the scene in the photo kept flashing through Yang Xiao's mind, "I hope there will be good news from Teacher Wang tomorrow.::

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The night was getting late, and Yang Xiao didn't feel sleepy at all. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was dressed like this and lived on the second floor of a huge villa. He was very likely to be visited by ghosts tonight. All of this was just a thought. It makes people collapse.

There is a wall clock on the wall, a very old style with a metal case on the outside. The seconds are swinging one by one at the moment, making a crisp sound of "ta" and "ta" in the silent night, like a note of death.

The more Yang Xiao listened, the more upset he became. He simply got out of bed, climbed on the table, took off the wall clock, and took out the battery inside.

It's better now, my ears are completely clean.

Without the wall clock, he still had a mobile phone, which could still tell the time. He put the wall clock on the table, stepped on high heels, walked to the sofa, picked up his coat, took out the phone, and pressed the power button. After waiting for a long time, the screen did not light up.

"Um?""

Yang Xiao picked up the phone and looked at it carefully. He remembered that the battery of this kind of mobile phone was very durable. If you use it sparingly, it would be fine for 10 days. How could it run out of battery?

But after a moment, he shuddered suddenly, and he suddenly understood what was going on. The phone was not out of battery.

It's broken, and it's not his phone at all, it's Monk Wukong's broken phone!

There was no problem with his mobile phone after he came out of the hotel. It was Monk Wukong who took his mobile phone while he was trying on dresses and helping him get clothes!

That must be the case!

The scene in front of him made Yang Xiaoru feel like he was struck by lightning. He fell down on the sofa uncontrollably, sweat dripping from his forehead. He never expected that Monk Wukong could do this to him.

Obviously so many people died and their mobile phones were left behind. Why... why did he just steal his own?

This is not necessary, unless... this monk wants to die!

If you can't make a call tonight, Fei Rou can't figure out what's going on here. She will definitely send someone to trouble her tomorrow.

It can range from a severe beating to death. As the mission reaches the end, both ghosts and important clues will become more and more manic.

His first reaction was to run out, before midnight, to find Monk Wukong and ask him to return his phone to him, but he would have to leave the villa. The sight of Aqiang's tragic death was still vivid in his mind.

At the same time, Yang Xiao also realized one thing. It was of no benefit to him that the monk secretly changed his cell phone. After all, the monk couldn't use his cell phone tonight, so why on earth did he offend him? You know, he only had one-third of his cell phone tonight. There is a 1% chance of being killed. If the person who dies is not him, he will definitely make trouble for him when dawn comes.

As he was thinking about it, the scene when Monk Wukong parted with him reappeared in his mind. The monk said that he would be waiting for him to treat him to steamed buns outside the community gate tomorrow morning.

Time passed by, late at night, Century Oriental Hotel, room 9018.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, making it almost dark. A figure was lying on his back on the spacious bed, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was asleep.

The next second, the person on the bed suddenly woke up. It was Zhang Man. At this moment, she was wearing a newly bought dark blue dress.

Wearing flesh-colored stockings and a pair of red high heels, even her hair was cut short, even shorter than that of men like Yang Xiao.

Compared with Yang Xiao and the others, Zhang Man at this time looked more like a dressed-up man and woman. The temperament on his body was something that Yang Xiao and the others could not imitate. But at this moment, Zhang Man was lying on the bed, not daring to move, staring. His eyes were filled with fear.

She didn't know when she fell asleep. The last moment she remembered was when she told Feirou that she was safe and sat on the edge of the bed to rest for a while... then... when she opened her eyes, it was now, and it was even more terrifying. Yes, the lights in the room were turned off by someone unknown.

Without any doubt, Zhang Man immediately confirmed her situation. She was being targeted by a ghost. Damn it, after all, she was not a real transvestite!

It was useless to say anything now. The only one who could save her was herself. Zhang Man forced herself to calm down and slow down her breathing. She knew that the more panicked and anxious she was at this moment, the faster she would die.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, the sounds outside the window seemed to have been wiped out, and Zhang Man was the only one left in the world.

"Zha Zhangman opened her eyes suddenly, and she heard a very light rubbing sound, right under her body!

There's someone under the bed! !

The sound was like fingernails scratching across a wooden board. It was very light but lengthy. As the sound moved, Zhang Man confirmed something even more terrifying. Whatever was hidden under her bed was now crawling out.

A ghost was crawling out from under her bed. Just thinking about this scene made her collapse. She had no idea what she had done wrong.

She didn't dare to turn her head and look, so she could only pretend to be asleep and squint her eyes, hoping to get away with it.

Soon, she saw a blurry figure slowly getting up beside her bed with her peripheral vision. At this moment, her heart was in her throat. The horror of the ghost was far beyond imagination. Its hair was disheveled, its limbs were twisted, and half of its body was collapsed. , covered in blood, with one right leg missing, and the blue dress on her body was extremely dazzling.

It was Wang Zhongli who died tragically, yes, it was him! !

At this moment, Li Gui tilted her head and stared down at Zhang Man's face. This scene that was enough to scare ordinary people's heartbeats was actually suppressed by Zhang Mansheng. Her body didn't even tremble, and she looked like a sleeping beauty. Not moving.

The two sides held on like this, and time passed by. Just when Zhang Man's heartstrings were about to break, the ghost moved, turned around, jumped, and jumped away. His movements were slow and stiff. Just like the Qing Dynasty zombies in Hong Kong and Taiwan zombie movies of the last century.

"clatter."

"clatter."

The sound of high-heeled shoes became farther and farther until it disappeared, but Zhang Man remained motionless. She gritted her teeth and stood firm.

I plan to stay like this until dawn.

After a long, long time, the sky turned white, and light filtered through the gaps in the tightly drawn curtains. It was only at this moment that Zhang Man was completely relieved. People who have never experienced the feeling of surviving a disaster will not understand. In an instant, she Tears streaming down my face.

She kicked off her high heels and shakily stepped out of bed. At the same time, she reached for the phone beside her pillow and turned on the screen.

She walked barefoot towards the window and was about to call her teammates to make sure she was safe, but something unexpected happened later. There was no signal on her mobile phone.

"What happened?"

Zhang Man put down her phone impatiently and reached out to open the closed curtains. The next second, a broken and twisted figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

The ghost hides behind the curtain and never leaves.

What made Zhang Man even more devastated was that it was still dark outside at the moment, and a muddy dirt road appeared out of thin air outside the window. At this moment, a large truck with a blue front was parked on the dirt road, and the dim yellow light from the front was shining directly at her. windows.

The next second, before Zhang Man could scream, the truck suddenly rushed over, passed through the glass without any hindrance, and knocked her out.