Nightmare Apostle

Yang Xiao suddenly came back to his senses, "Did I laugh?"

Mo Daidai nodded seriously, Yang Xiao looked at the others, and everyone took a step back at the same time, staring at him with strange eyes, as if they suspected that he was replaced by a ghost.

After a few simple exchanges, everyone dispersed and went back to rest after confirming that Yang Xiao was fine. After all, they needed sufficient physical strength and energy tonight.

On the way back, Li Qingxuan hurriedly caught up with him. After confirming that there was no one around, he lowered his voice: "Teacher Yang, this Mo Daidai is indeed a little bit wrong. If you really encounter danger at night, come to me and I will definitely help you."

"Thank you." Although he had some doubts about him, Yang Xiao was still a little moved in his heart. He didn't know if he could survive tonight, or if this Li Qingxuan could leave alive.

After returning, he fell on the sofa in the room, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep. Frankly speaking, this sleep was not peaceful.

When he woke up in a daze, it was dark outside.

Time passed quickly. After washing his face with cold water, Yang Xiao went out. At 11:19 in the morning, Yang Xiao stood in front of Room 5042 on time, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After the door opened, a young man with messy hair, tall and thin body, pale skin stood behind the door. He looked above average, not one-third as handsome as Yang Xiao.

"Are you Mr. Wen?" Yang Xiao put his hands in his pockets, as if he was going to meet an old friend. "My name is Chu Xi. I heard that you lack inspiration and want to find someone who is equally matched."

These words amused Mr. Wen, and he immediately opened the door.

"Very good, my friend, I have a hunch that you and I can chat very well."

Yang Xiao walked into the room and noticed the old-fashioned big-headed computer emitting a faint green light, as well as the yellowed keyboard and mouse,

and a notebook with 100 empty pages.

"I heard that Mr. Wen is a novelist?" Yang Xiao sat on the sofa by himself, acting very casually, as if this place was his home.

"Yes, and... he is an author who specializes in supernatural works." Mr. Wen's smile was full of pride and something that was hard to explain.

Hearing this, Yang Xiao suddenly laughed, "An author is an author, and he also emphasizes specializing in supernatural works. What, are supernatural authors great? How much money do you make?"

Hearing this, Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment, and his originally calm face suddenly showed panic. The fact was just as Yang Xiao thought. He understood the market and the difficulties of supernatural authors. From Mr. Wen's room, we can see the embarrassment in his life.

"It's quite profitable. I have a lot of readers. They all praise me for my good writing." Mr. Wen was still stubborn, but he was obviously not as confident as before. These few words touched Mr. Wen's sore spot. He didn't want to entangle with the man in front of him anymore. He told Yang Xiao the task requirements straight away. It was still the same as before, hide-and-seek, the rules remained unchanged, and it didn't matter if he lost. The most important thing was to satisfy the readers.

After that, Mr. Wen threatened with a smile, "Mr. Chu, my readers are everywhere, they will monitor our every move."

Unlike Qu Yi, Yang Xiao knew that this was an impossible task after listening to the rules of the game, and there must be another way to survive.

After the writing ghost turned around and put on the black cloth, Yang Xiao gave up looking for a hiding place and began to look for clues. After all, there were three chances.

He immediately came to the computer and picked up the blank notebook. He noticed that there was content in front of the notebook, and this should be the story outline of the writing ghost, or something like an inspiration collection book. As a creator, Yang Xiao also has a similar habit.

Sure enough, turning a page forward, the content on it made Yang Xiao's pupils slowly shrink. The content recorded on this page was actually related to Qu Yi. It was also from above that Yang Xiao learned about the three hide-and-seek games that Qu Yi had experienced, and the final failure and being caught and thrown into the utility room.

"Mr. Chu, it's almost time~" Mr. Wen reminded loudly.

Yang Xiao tried to turn the pages forward again, but it didn't work. The first half of the notebook seemed to be stuck with glue and couldn't be turned over at all.

Yang Xiao gave up and turned to walk towards the utility room. According to the notes, Qu Yi was finally thrown here, but he appeared strangely behind the mirror. Could it be... there is a mystery here?

The utility room was dark and messy, with overturned tables and cabinets everywhere, as if they had been violently destroyed by a madman. But just when Yang Xiao was about to walk further inside, the time was up, and the writing ghost who took off the blindfold caught Yang Xiao effortlessly.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Wen looked dissatisfied, "Why don't you hide, do you look down on me?"

Yang Xiao pointed at the computer screen, where countless comments floated, most of which were urging for more updates, and the rest of the people had a high opinion of Yang Xiao, saying that he had a stable psychological quality and strong observation skills, but unfortunately he lacked a little luck, just a little bit.

In this game, Yang Xiao got 7 points.

"They seem to like you very much. You have brought them a long-lost sense of anticipation." Mr. Wen glanced at the screen and was a little surprised.

"It's normal. I let them see the real strong man. There is no skill, no effort, all talent." Yang Xiao said shamelessly and said it very seriously.

Mr. Wen looked Yang Xiao up and down, his eyes bursting with a strong desire to win. He must not lose in front of his readers. "Interesting, Mr. Chu, although I must be the final winner, I still have to admit that you are different from others. I will write you into my latest story. Readers will definitely like it. You made me complete. Thank you."

"You made me complete." Yang Xiao also smiled.

The second game began, and this time Yang Xiao grabbed the desk lamp and rushed into the utility room to check carefully. Finally, he found a huge mirror hidden behind the wallpaper in the utility room.

But he tried several times, and the mirror was an ordinary mirror and could not be passed through.

"One minute~" Mr. Wen's voice came, full of urgency for revenge.

Yang Xiao rushed out of the utility room and came to the computer. Looking at the readers' comments floating on it and the blank rating column waiting for readers to rate, Yang Xiao smiled confidently, operating the mouse with one hand and typing the keyboard skillfully with the other hand.

When Mr. Wen took off his blindfold and planned to compete with Yang Xiao, he was stunned. Yang Xiao was standing in the corner, holding the broken keyboard and mouse in his hands, "Don't come over, I'll smash your food!"

Mr. Wen panicked, "Don't, don't do that!"

At the same time, Mr. Wen looked at the computer screen, but after waiting for a long time, there was no score on it, and even a large number of previous comments disappeared. The screen was quieter than ever.

The next second, Mr. Wen suddenly reacted and was furious, "Asshole, you muted all my book friends!!"