Nightmare Apostle

After rushing out the door, the scene at the end of the corridor completely subverted everyone's understanding. A tall figure nearly 4 meters tall suddenly appeared.

Barefoot, wearing white clothes, with folded sleeves, wearing a Buddhist shawl that looks like the lotus cloak on Guanyin, but more white and holy, with his hands around his lower abdomen, holding a huge whisk, this... This is actually a great Bodhisattva in white!

There are auspicious clouds and mist surrounding the great Bodhisattva in white, accompanied by solemn and grand chanting sounds.

It felt like I had arrived at the Holy Land, Lingshan Mountain.

"Quick, run!!"

The great Bodhisattva in white never showed any aggression, but just by looking at him, they knew it would be difficult to deal with, and everyone ran towards the safe passage.

But the next second, an accident happened, and the iron door outside the safety passage could not be opened.

"Fuck!" Black Sunglasses pulled away the person in front of him and shook the iron door hard, "What's going on? Why is the door locked!"

They had checked before and found that there was no problem with this door, so they chose to stay here briefly, backed by a safe passage, so that they could evacuate quickly even if they encountered danger.

"There must be remnants of these believers, and they secretly locked the door!" At this moment, Yang Xiao and Fu Qingzhu also reacted.

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now. The room they were in was a blind spot. They could either watch the Bodhisattva in White rush out from the top of the corridor, or there was only one way to escape.

In desperation, Yang Xiao asked everyone to retreat and fired several shots at the door lock of the safe passage, but it was completely useless except for leaving a few dents, and the scattered ricocheting bullets almost injured one of his own people.

"Delay time for me and I can open the door!" Black Sunglasses fumbled for a thin wire from his pocket. After bending it several times, he squatted by the door and inserted the wire into the keyhole.

Fortunately, the speed of the great Bodhisattva was not very fast, and the corridor was extremely long, otherwise they would not even have time to think of a solution.

But even so, time is not enough. The great Bodhisattva in white is getting closer and closer, and the sound of chanting sutras is getting clearer and clearer.

As the distance got closer, Yang Xiao finally saw the true appearance of the great Bodhisattva.

The face is graceful and luxurious. Both the strength of men and the softness of women can be found in this face, making it impossible to tell the gender, but Yang Xiao prefers a male body and a female appearance.

The eyes are long and narrow, with a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, and a pair of pale golden eyes looking straight ahead, with a calm and indifferent expression, neither sadness nor joy.

Yang Xiao had a strange feeling, as if the shadows of these people were not reflected in the eyes of the great Bodhisattva.

Another point is that the lips of the great Bodhisattva in white never moved at all. Where did the sound of chanting come from?

The sound of chanting sutras is solemn and majestic. It cannot be accomplished by one person at all. It requires at least dozens or hundreds of people.

The great Bodhisattva in white was getting closer and closer, and the nearby mist was also spreading towards them, making the surroundings look like heaven.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Yang Xiao shot decisively, but the bullet fired at the Bodhisattva was like a mud cow entering the sea, without making any waves.

The great Bodhisattva is still approaching, with the same indifferent eyes, showing no sadness or joy. He only has compassion for all living beings.

In the eyes of the great Bodhisattva, people like Yang Xiao are just one of thousands of sentient beings, no different from ants.

"Bring him out! Drag him out!" the man who smashed the computer shouted.

The old man is a flesh-and-blood lama of the Great Black Buddha Mother's sect. It is said that through them, he can sense the supreme will of the Great Black Buddha Mother.

The tied old man was dragged out of the room like a dead dog. The man in the peaked cap dragged the old man and threw him forward, on the path that the Bodhisattva in White must pass.

After a moment, the Bodhisattva in white continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen it. The moment his bare feet came into contact with the skirt and the old man's body, they passed through the air. Like a holographic projection, the great Bodhisattva continued to move forward.

‘It’s a phantom! The man who broke the computer looked happy and said, "This is a deception!" Go quickly, the real murderous intention is still hidden nearby! "

After receiving the instruction, everyone began to try to get closer to the Great Bodhisattva in White. Just when Fu Qingzhu was not willing to be left behind, a hand pulled him behind.

Fu Qingzhuyi turned around and saw Yang Xiao didn't move, just shook his head slightly at him.

Fu Qingzhu was shocked. Although he didn't understand how Yang Xiao judged it, he instinctively chose to believe him. The two of them stood there without moving.

"You, rush over first." The man who smashed the computer was the commander of the team, giving an order to one of his subordinates.

The man in the peaked hat who threw the old man out just now seemed very confident in his own judgment. He stepped forward step by step, jumping left and right to dodge a few meters away from the white-clothed Bodhisattva. He found that the great Bodhisattva was not looking at him at all.

This white-clothed Bodhisattva seems to be just a little scary in size, but in fact he is like a clockwork machine and has no consciousness.

"He can't see us, you follow me."

The man in the peaked hat made a determined effort and leaned slightly against the wall on the left, with his back to the wall, trying to get through a loophole.

Escape through the gap between the Bodhisattva's body and the wall.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. Everything went smoothly at first. The great Bodhisattva didn't look away and didn't notice him at all. Until the distance between the two became closer and closer, suddenly, the man in the peaked hat twitched, and his nose and tears flowed out, and his knees He bent and fell to his knees suddenly, kowtowing crazily to the great Bodhisattva who was so close.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"I'm guilty! I'm guilty!"

"I beseech my Godmother for education, the Master Wuji, the Little Holy Spirit Buddha Mother in White to save me!"

"I'm guilty! Please pray to the Little Holy Spirit, the White-robed Buddha Mother, to save me!!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The man seemed to be possessed, shouting at the top of his lungs, and kowtowed with great force, his forehead immediately covered with blood. At this moment, the great bodhisattva in white seemed to see him, bathed in golden holy light, and looked down at him, with no ripples in his light golden eyes.

Perhaps seeing the man's piety, the great bodhisattva wanted to give him some advice, so he flicked his whisk lightly, and thousands of dust threads gently swept over the man.

The man raised his head, and his face, which was sprinkled with holy light, was filled with ecstasy, but the next second, his body fell apart and was disassembled in mid-air, like a basin of water poured on the ground.

The scene in front of them stunned everyone. The great bodhisattva did not stop, put away the whisk, and continued to walk barefoot.

Yang Xiao stared at the bloody ground, searching for the right words in his mind, but there was actually no one that could properly describe the scene in front of him now.

On the ground of more than ten square meters, twisted bones and flesh were densely covered, and they were connected by dense blood vessels and blue fascia.

The man's body was spread out and laid flat on the ground, like a spread pancake.

What was even more horrifying was that the man was not dead. Most of his head was inserted diagonally into the ground, connected to the blurred flesh on the ground through a throat and a pale spine.

Without a mouth, the man could not make a sound, but the only remaining eyeball was still spinning up and down in the eye socket. The horrible and bloody scene was enough to challenge the physiological limit of people.

Finally, someone collapsed under great pressure, rushed into the room, grabbed a chair and smashed the glass. The glass was broken in a few hits, but there seemed to be an invisible wall outside the glass, which made it impossible for people to jump off the building.

"Hurry up! How long will it take?"

Seeing this scene, no one dared to rush towards the Bodhisattva anymore. Fu Qingzhu could only put all his hopes on the black sunglasses who opened the lock.

"Almost! Almost!" The man in black sunglasses was sweating.

Seeing that time was running out, Yang Xiao reached into his arms until he touched the robe, which was his biggest reliance today.

But the next second Yang Xiao shuddered violently. The moment he touched the robe, his fingertips passed by,

He... He seemed to touch a hand, a hand hidden inside the robe!

When Yang Xiao was stunned, someone finally couldn't help but take action. Fu Qingzhu took out a piece of cloth bag from his arms and threw it towards the white-robed Bodhisattva.

As the cloth bag spread in the air, Yang Xiao saw clearly that it was actually a hemp rope, the kind with very rough workmanship.

There was a noose tied at the end of the hemp rope.

The more he looked at this thing, the more familiar it became. Yang Xiao immediately recalled the rope that Teacher Wang used to hang himself.

That's right, this is the resentful eye that Fu Qingzhu got from the last mission!

The hanging rope turned in the air, and the end with the noose was precisely put on the neck of the White-robed Bodhisattva, and the other end suddenly rose up, hanging the White-robed Bodhisattva up.

It was strange that this seemingly incorporeal White-robed Bodhisattva could be restrained by a rope, and even hung up high.

If Yang Xiao could observe more carefully, he would find some more suspicious places, such as the ceiling of this corridor was almost the same as the height of the White-robed Bodhisattva, so how could the White-robed Bodhisattva be hung up high, and where did the extra space come from?

However, before Fu Qingzhu could catch his breath, he saw the restrained White-robed Bodhisattva move again, stepping barefoot in the air, walking towards them slowly but resolutely step by step.

The hanging rope on the neck kept tightening, and even made a creaking sound, but this could only slow down the speed of the great Bodhisattva's advance, but could not stop it.

What's more terrifying is that the neck of the Bodhisattva was gradually stretched, and finally it was several times longer than the normal state, but there was still no expression on the plain white face, no sadness or joy.

"Alright!" Black sunglasses suddenly jumped up from the ground and pushed open the safety door.

Everyone entered in a line and ran downstairs desperately. Seeing Fu Qingzhu hesitating, Yang Xiao grabbed him and dragged him to the stairs, "What are you hesitating about? Don't you want to die?"

"My... my rope!" Fu Qingzhu was reluctant to part with this hanging rope, which he had worked so hard to get.

Yang Xiao slapped him on the back of his head and woke him up, "As long as the green mountains are there, there is no fear of running out of firewood.

Saving your life is important!"

The most important thing is that leaving the rope can delay time a little and increase the chance of escape.

Not daring to stay on the 23rd floor, the group rushed directly to the 22nd floor at the bottom. Sure enough, running down was no good. No matter how they ran, they were still on the 22nd floor.

After breaking open the security door on the 22nd floor, the scene that came into view immediately shocked everyone.

The missing Sun Qiang was like a painting, his body was spread out, bloody and naked hanging on the wall.

The internal organs, bones, muscles, skin, blood vessels, fascia, etc. were randomly intertwined, and there was liquid flowing in the blue blood vessels.

What was even more terrifying was that part of his body had merged with the wall and the nearby porcelain bottles and wooden ornaments, and the blood vessel fascia wrapped it like a fishing net, and it could no longer be separated.

The half head inserted diagonally in the porcelain bottle kept shaking when it saw someone coming, and the mouth opened and closed, and a hoarse and unfamiliar voice came from the broken throat.

"Kill... Kill me now, please... please."