Nightmare Apostle

Yang Xiao tried his best to slap the coffin board, but the coffin board seemed to be nailed to death and it didn't move at all. No matter how Yang Xiao begged for help, no one paid any attention to him.

Soon after, the funeral procession stopped. With a violent tremor, the coffin was lowered entirely and fell to the ground with a bang. Yang Xiao was knocked to pieces, and then there was a violent rustling sound above his head.

Yang Xiao was desperate. He knew that the paper figures had already placed the coffin in the tomb and were filling the tomb with soil. Once the ceremony was completed, he would be buried underground forever with the coffin. The thought of being so aggrieved After another painful death, Yang Xiao was about to collapse.

"I was wrong, sister! Sister, please let me go. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do! I will never dare to talk back to you again!"

"I have an 8-year-old mother to support and an 80-year-old child to feed. It's not a big deal if I die, but who will take care of them!" Yang Xiao could no longer care about his dignity and begged for mercy loudly, without hesitation. He vowed to change his past.

After a while, it seemed that the cry for mercy moved the other party. The sound of filling the soil outside the coffin gradually became thinner, and the original cheerful sound of playing also disappeared. Yang Xiao put his ear against the coffin wall and listened carefully. There was no sound at all outside.

Undecided, Yang Xiao tentatively stretched out his hand and pushed the coffin board above his head. Unexpectedly, the coffin board that was originally motionless actually opened with a push and fell to the side.

Yang Xiao couldn't wait to climb out of the coffin. It was still foggy outside. At this moment, he was in a strange place. The ground nearby was covered with gravel. There was a dug grave at his feet. Not far away, there was a simple stone. Stone tombstone, there is also a painting hanging on the tombstone,

But what surprised Yang Xiao was that the person in the painting was not him, but a middle-aged man with a sinewy face, a bald head, a short nose, and a pair of small eyes with a fierce light. He was not easy to mess with, and he wore a rough black fur coat,

He was carrying a short knife at his waist and a wooden stick in his right hand. He looked more like a hunter in the mountains a hundred years ago than he did from the way he was dressed.

What really caught Yang Xiao's attention was not the man's weird dress or the well-made dagger inlaid with gems in the scabbard, but the wooden stick in the man's hand.

The wooden stick was about 1 meter long and not very straight. There were circles of strange patterns painted on it with paint. The most important thing was that Yang Xiao found a strange mark on the wooden stick. There was a strange mark on the handle of the wooden stick. Dot, there is a strange triangle-shaped pattern.

When he first saw Yang Xiao, he felt inexplicably familiar. After a while, his sleeping memory was awakened, and Yang Xiao immediately thought of the identity card in the nightmare script box.

On the back of the identity card he belonged to, there was the exact same mark.

The next second, before he could think about it, a sudden gust of wind made Yang Xiao unable to open his eyes, and countless paper money with round square holes were scattered on his head. What was shocking was that these paper money were all blood red. At first glance, It seemed like there was a bloody rain.

Stretching out his hand, a piece of paper money fell into the palm of his hand. On one side of the paper money, there was a yellow character written in twisted font, and on the other side, it was more direct, which was the word "death".

Yang Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at the bald man on the tombstone. He probably had a guess in his mind. This man's surname was Huang, and he was the enemy of the original owner of the opera robe. Now, the original owner of the opera robe needs to kill this man himself and take back the opera robe. That stick.

The wooden stick was obviously also a weapon of the Resentful Eye. The strange markings on it showed that this thing originally belonged to the owner of the opera robe, but it was taken away by this guy.

"Boom!"

Just as Yang Xiao was thinking, there was a sudden sound behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw that the lid of the coffin that had been overturned had stood up at some point and hit the coffin hard.

Yang Xiao instantly understood that this was the owner of the opera robe threatening him. Either he would kill the man named Huang on the tombstone and get back the wooden stick, or the coffin would be left for him. The previous scene would happen again, and next time , he will be thrown into a coffin and buried forever.

After what happened before, Yang Xiao still dared to bargain with Sister Xipao. He immediately promised that as long as he was released, he would handle the matter immediately.

His body became stiff and his legs were out of control again. Yang Xiao was controlled by a strange force and walked towards the coffin, then fell into it.

"Hu Yang Xiao woke up from the bed and sat up suddenly. His face was pale, sweat was pouring down his back, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his limbs were radiating cold air from the bones.

Dream.

It’s a similar dream again!

Raising his head, Yang Xiao looked at the black backpack on the table not far away. The backpack was no different from before going to bed, but he knew that this was no ordinary dream. If he could not fulfill the requirements of the opera robe owner, he would die.

Is this the price for borrowing the power of the opera robe master?

The last time he fought against Grandma Red, if he hadn't used the power of the opera robe to control the ghost Bodhisattva in white at the last moment, he would have been killed by Grandma Red.

It seems that the owner of this opera robe is here to collect debt from him, and he is willing to exchange one life for another, and he really can't say anything.

After calming down a little, Yang Xiao got out of bed, opened his backpack, and took out the opera robe from it. This time, he lightly grabbed it with his fingers, and the ghost lantern appeared in his hand.

After grabbing it again, the soul-capturing mirror came out.

When Yang Xiaosong was breathing, suddenly, through the dim light of the ghost lantern, he saw a very thin red line appear on his left wrist.

He rubbed it with his fingers, but couldn't remove it at all. The red line seemed to be buried deep under his skin. The cold feeling extended along the red line and spread all the way to his heart. Yang Xiao suddenly shivered, and he Understood,

This is the means by which the owner of the robe restricts himself, and it is also a strange way of timing. When the red line is really extended to his heart, the nightmare not long ago will reappear.

"It seems that next time, if you can avoid borrowing the power of the robe, don't use it. There is really no free lunch in the world." To be honest, Yang Xiao has nothing to regret. Even if it happens again, he will make the same choice. After all, he is really not the opponent of Grandma Hong. He has to borrow it if he needs to, otherwise he can't watch Grandma Hong kill him.

There is no point in saying more. After Yang Xiao confirmed that the robe has returned to normal, he thought about finding the middle-aged man quickly, killing him, and taking his wooden stick and eyes back to report.

The matter of finding someone cannot be passed through the Patrol Department. Now Nalan Shuo has begun to suspect him. He still needs to find Fu Qingzhu to find a solution for this matter.

Finding someone is easy. It shouldn't be difficult to find someone with a face and resentful eyes. Yang Xiao is most worried about the opponent's strength. Yang Xiao probably guessed that the original owner of the robe was at least one or two levels stronger than the Red Grandma Yang Lao and the like. He was probably on par with the head of the Southeast Branch of the Black Buddha Mother Sect in its heyday.

For an enemy of such a godly figure, the strength must not be too bad. It is estimated that just moving his little finger is enough to crush Yang Xiao to death several times.

However, Yang Xiao thought about it and thought that the original owner of the robe was not stupid. She would definitely not let him take her to die. Since she dared to go, she must have some confidence.

At this point, he had to act according to the circumstances.

Yang Xiao decided to follow the old rules, sneak attack, use a killing move right away, and directly destroy him. Don't give the dead bald guy a chance to attack. The fact that the original owner of the robe could not forget it was enough to show how difficult the ability of the resentful eyes on the wooden stick was.

But... hehe, it will be his soon.