Nightmare Apostle

At 2:15 in the morning, quick footsteps sounded outside the door, and the door was opened. Ximen Xiu looked at the two of them with excitement, "Captain, Sister Bei, it's done!"

According to Ximen Xiu, just now, Wu Zhengwu, who was isolated in isolation, was attacked by a ghost in red. Fortunately, Mr. Yang intervened in time, which prevented another tragedy from happening. Wu Zhengwu was injured and has been detained. The chief arranged for treatment, and Mr. Yang successfully restrained the red ghost and obtained the Eye of Resentment.

"What does that resentful eye look like?" Yang Xiao asked.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it either. I heard that Mr. Yang sealed up the resentful eye immediately. He and our director saw it." Ximen Xiu told the truth.

The weirdness of this red hijab is obvious to all. It is in line with the rules for Mr. Yang to handle it this way. Although the red hijab is easy to use, Yang Xiao has never had the evil intention of taking it for himself. After all, the backlash of this thing is too strong.

You can get a glimpse of Grandma Hong from her childlike appearance.

When the danger was over, Yang Xiao and Beibei were let out. Wu Zhe and the other female vice-captain were not seen. It seemed that the director had other arrangements.

To be on the safe side, the two met with Mr. Yang again. Mr. Yang re-examined Yang Xiaobeibei and confirmed that the curse that haunted them had been lifted and the ghost handprint on his left shoulder had disappeared.

After the hidden danger was completely solved, Mr. Yang seemed to be in a good mood and his eyes softened. He looked at Yang Xiao as if he were a junior in the family and couldn't help but nodded, "Captain Yang, you are very good. I heard Director Nalan say that you are Not long after arriving, he has made many achievements. In the battle of Qingfeng Office, he killed several cultists and found out the traitor hidden in Qingfeng Office. In the battle of clearing the Youyi Shopping Mall, he was both wise and brave, fighting against the master-level evil spirit of the Yuyuan Sect. Grandma Xiu Hong and beheaded her on the spot. Excellent young people like you are the future of our patrol department. I will definitely ask for credit for you when I return to the provincial department! "

"Thank you, Mr. Yang. This all depends on Director Nalan's planning. The brothers below are fighting for their lives. How can I dare to take credit for it?" Yang Xiao cupped his fists and handed over his hands to Mr. Yang and said with a smile: "To be honest, if not Mr. Yang is very clever in his tactics. I am afraid that all of us will be killed by the ghost in red. How can we talk about merit and demerit? We traveled thousands of miles to help. I will keep this kindness in mind. We juniors all owe you a favor. "

"Hahaha, Director Nalan, our Captain Yang is really good at talking." Mr. Yang laughed loudly, "Yes, given time, he will become a great talent!"

After confirming that there was nothing else to do, Yang Xiao said goodbye and went back to rest. He rushed back to the apartment without stopping, closed the door, put down his backpack, took out the opera robe and put it on, took a deep breath, and scratched the opera robe with his fingers, but there was no response. Hmm... I grabbed it again, but there was still no response.

"What's going on?" Yang Xiao was confused, and there was no movement in the opera robe.

But...why?

Could it be that the malfunction of the opera robe has nothing to do with Grandma Red’s curse?

The guess that I least wanted to believe in my heart gradually became a reality. The problem was not the curse, but the robe itself.

Yang Xiao spread out the opera robe and placed it on the table. He brought a stool and sat down seriously. He wanted to have a good talk with the woman in the opera robe.

"Sister, it's not good for you to do this. This kind of behavior is like you having a bank card, and I deposit money into it every month. But now it's better. You froze the card because of your disagreement, but the money in it is Mine." Yang Xiao tried to use reason to influence his good sister, "I admit that you also contributed to the magical weapons that you swallowed, but you should at least leave one or two for me. Otherwise, starting today, you and I will go our separate ways. , you leave me the ghost lantern and soul-capturing mirror, and you take away the strongest ghost Bodhisattva in white, so that we can have a good time together and get to know each other in vain, how about that?"

The opera robe still showed no reaction, just like the most ordinary piece of clothing.

"That's almost it. I, Yang Xiao, am not a vegetarian. I'm warning you, Mr. Yang hasn't left yet. Don't force me to ask him to deal with you." Yang Xiao saw that he was too soft, so he could only muster up the courage to be hard. , immediately burst into action, and his momentum was very impressive.

The next second, a gust of evil wind blew from nowhere. The opera robe fluttered twice and suddenly slipped off the table. This sudden change scared Yang Xiao's knees and he almost knelt down, "No, no, no. If you have something to say, don't do anything." ah!"

The opera robe just fell to the ground lightly. Other than that, nothing unusual happened. However, this also made Yang Xiao realize the reality. There was nothing he could do with the opera robe.

Not to mention whether inviting Mr. Yang can defeat the sister inside, but once Mr. Yang or Nalan Shuo discovers that the magical weapon of the Southeast Protector of the Great Black Buddha Mother Sect is actually in his hands, this matter itself will It's quite troublesome. If one person doesn't do it right, it will bring disaster to his life.

Even though Mr. Yang has a very good attitude now and regards him as one of his own in both words and deeds, if he really encounters this kind of thing, he will not speak for him. It would be good if he does not treat him as an evil cultivator and annihilate him. Without this ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, all the bones and dregs would have been eaten long ago.

He was angry and his liver hurt, but Yang Xiao really didn't dare to do anything to the opera robe, not even stepping on it. The most important thing was that he didn't know what the opera robe was going to do.

Cowardly.

sleep.

They had already eaten at the patrol station. Yang Xiao simply washed up and then lay down. The opera robe was still stuffed back into his backpack, but this time it was not folded neatly as before, but was rolled into a ball casually. Stuffed inside.

Maybe it was because he was extremely tired. After Yang Xiao lay down, for the first time, no messy pictures popped up in his mind to interfere with his thoughts. Soon, fatigue came over him like a tide. He slowly closed his eyes and his breathing gradually stabilized. , and finally fell into sleep.

He dreamed that he woke up in bed, got out of bed, raised his legs, and walked out step by step uncontrollably.

Opening the door and leaving the room, the familiar scene disappeared. The corridor outside was covered in fog, a deathly gray fog.

Suddenly, the mist seemed to be stirred by some kind of force and kept rolling. There were shadows inside, as if something was about to come out.

The next second, a group of people wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning suddenly emerged from the depths of the mist. Their faces were painted with strange makeup, snow-white cheeks, blood-colored blush, and a pair of empty dead fish eyes, like They are paper figures whose souls have been taken away, carrying a big red coffin behind them.

The funeral procession was endless, and soon, another black coffin was carried out. It was different from the big red coffin.

There is a painting hanging on the head of this black coffin.

The moment he saw the painting clearly, Yang Xiao's mind buzzed, it turned out to be him in the painting!

In the painting, he is sitting on a grand master's chair, with his hands on his knees, his face solemn, and he is wearing a blue robe embroidered with paper money.

Yang Xiao sensed something was wrong, because the funeral procession was rushing straight towards him. He turned around and wanted to run, but his legs refused to obey him at all. Soon, he was knocked out by the red blood coffin, and his limbs seemed to fall apart.

Those paper figures with painted eyebrows and cheeks didn’t talk nonsense to him at all. They worked together to grab Yang Xiao and lift him high.

Walking towards the black coffin, a few Xiaosi had already lifted the lid of the coffin. It was an empty coffin.

"Don't, don't do this!" Yang Xiao was almost crying because he was a living person, he was not dead yet, "Sister!

Sister, I was wrong! ! "

But no one paid attention to him, and he was thrown into the coffin with a "dong" sound. He watched helplessly as the coffin lid closed little by little. As the last ray of light disappeared, festive music sounded outside.