Nightmare Apostle

The maid leading the way suddenly became nervous when she saw Xiaozui. She didn't care about the pain in her body and immediately squatted down to help him. "Why don't you take a good rest? Why did you run out?"

There were still traces of tears on Xiaozui's face. It was obvious that she had just cried not long ago. "Miss...Miss has been kind to me. Now she is gone. I want to...I want to see her off anyway. I want to go to the Buddhist temple to see her for the last time."

"It's a mess there. What are you going to do?" The maid leading the way comforted, "You have no seniority and you are not in good health. Go back and rest."

But no matter how the young maid persuaded, Xiaozui was unmoved and insisted on going to the Buddhist temple to see her young lady for the last time.

"Why can you go, but I can't?!"

At the end of the argument, Xiaozui pushed away the young maid who wanted to stop her. He even looked a little ferocious. This really shocked Yang Xiao and others. They felt that it was a bit too much. After all, the other party was kind.

"Miss Xiaozui is sincere. If the young lady is still alive, she will be pleased." Tong Han reacted quickly and decided to take Xiaozui with him. With Xiaozui leading the way, their risk would be much lower.

Everyone was persuading them, and soon, the young maid leading the way could not stand it anymore, so she had to take Xiaozui with her. Tong Han and Mi Shu were very discerning, sandwiching the weak Xiaozui in the middle, and helped her walk quickly towards the Buddhist temple.

Before they got close to the Buddhist temple, they heard a solemn chanting sound and a strong smell of incense. They stepped into the courtyard gate and looked up. At this moment, there were hundreds of people gathered in the Buddhist temple. The Buddhist temple was full of people, and there was no room. Some villagers could only kneel on the bluestone slabs outside the Buddhist temple and chant scriptures over and over again facing the Buddha statue in the Buddhist temple.

The scene was solemn and grand, quite shocking. What surprised Yang Xiao and his companions was that these inconspicuous villagers were very skilled in chanting and sitting, even as good as the monks in the real temple, and their attitude was extremely pious.

Seeing this, Xiaozui also struggled to push away Tong Han and Mi Shu who were supporting him, stumbled forward, knelt directly at the end of the team, skillfully posed, and chanted together.

The young maid leading the way was not to be outdone, quickly took the position, and chanted loudly.

This scene was really confusing, and vaguely, there seemed to be some kind of strange competition between the two.

Everyone was doing their best to worship Buddha and chant, and no one paid attention to Yang Xiao and his companions standing in the yard.

The villagers put their hands together, and the chanting became louder and louder. Some villagers with poor physical fitness could only shout at the top of their lungs because they could not keep up with the rhythm. Because of poor breathing, their faces turned purple.

This is too crazy. They don't look like villagers at all, nor are they normal Buddhist disciples. Yang Xiao even feels that these people don't care about the death of Miss Du's family at all, because he sees naked madness on everyone's face. If he must describe it, this... These are completely fanatical cultists who have been over-brainwashed.

"We... :. Should we follow and worship?" Quan Doufeng believes in survivalism. As long as he encounters a temple gate,

whether it is a Bodhisattva, Taoist priest, or Jesus Christ, he will worship more or less. Anyway, it's just worship,

and it doesn't lose anything.

But no one paid attention to his proposal. Staring at these people, he heard a louder and louder chanting in his ears. Wu Ma Minghao, who was already weak, felt dizzy.

Fortunately, when they arrived, the ceremony was almost over. Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd. A middle-aged man in gray coarse cloth fell to the ground in the Buddhist hall, his body twitching constantly, and white foam spewed from his mouth.

The surrounding villagers immediately dispersed, as if they were afraid of being affected, and the head of the Du family in the front row made a prompt decision and directed the people to carry away the middle-aged man who had completely fainted.

With this, the ceremony was immediately dispersed, and the villagers rushed out. Unlike the nervousness and madness just now, the faces of each of the villagers who left now were filled with unconcealed ease and joy, including Xiaozui and the maid who led the way before.

The two followed the crowd and rushed out. In a few blinks, the originally crowded Buddhist hall became spacious. Most of the people left, leaving only the head of the Du family and his wife.

The head wrapped in yellow sutra cloth was still placed on the table, and no one moved it at all. The maid Xiaozui, who had dragged her body and struggled to see the young lady for the last time, followed the crowd and left without a trace, completely failing to fulfill her promise.

When Xiaozui left, Yang Xiao and the others only saw satisfaction and relaxation on her face.

It was obvious that Xiaozui came here not to see Miss Du, but just to attend this strange ceremony.

After a while, the head of the Du family suddenly caught a glimpse of Yang Xiao and his companions in the yard. He was stunned for a moment, then said something to the others, turned around and walked quickly towards Yang Xiao and his companions. His old face instantly showed some age and vicissitudes, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just lost my daughter, and I can't take care of anything else for a while."

"Why are only you here? Where is Miss Liu?" The head of the Du family looked at everyone one by one and couldn't help asking.

"Dead." Sui Chengguo said briefly.

"Dead..." Hearing this, the head of the Du family's eyes suddenly turned red, and he kept blaming himself, "It's all my fault. I didn't arrange it well. I thought that since my daughter had been killed, Miss Liu would be fine. Who could have thought that the monster would be so rampant!"

Madam Du's mournful voice suddenly sounded in the Buddhist hall, a heart-wrenching cry. After a few moments, Mrs. Du, who was kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha, tilted her body and fell to the ground. People around her After another period of busy work, they finally helped the person to the back hall.

Without Xiaozui taking the lead, everyone looked at Quan Doufeng, so he had no choice but to propose to the head of the Du family that he hope to see Miss Du's daughter for the last time.

At first, everyone thought that Chief Du would pretend to refuse, but unexpectedly, the head of the Du family, Yuan, sighed and nodded in agreement, "Although my little girl was harmed by monsters, she is still destined to you. Miss Liu even died for my little girl. Help me." My love for Dujiacun is unforgettable!"

With Chief Du's nod, the next thing became much easier. Everyone came to the Buddhist hall and each found a futon to sit down on. They gave the front position to Tong Han and Mi Shu in a tacit understanding. After all, there were only two of them. I have just seen Miss Du’s true face.

The head of the Du family first offered his daughter three sticks of incense, then slowly walked to the head wrapped in yellow sutra cloth.

He reached out and opened the package. The next second, a pale face came into everyone's eyes. This was a very young woman. The most terrifying thing was that the woman still had a happy smile on her face. The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed and her eyes were slightly. Squint, as if her trip is going to heaven.

Tong Han struggled to get up and walked towards the head of the person at a very fast speed. It seemed that he wanted to pick him up, but the head of the Du family who was standing aside immediately stopped him, but it was still a step too late.

Mi Shu, who was kneeling on another futon, stood up quickly when she saw this, opened her arms, and threw herself into the arms of the head of the Du family. Tears instantly fell from her charming face, and her voice trembled, "Du Patriarch, although I have only met the young lady once, but... I know that the young lady must be a kind person. The monster... Why did the monster come to the young lady so cruelly? "

Patriarch Du was also stunned by this sudden scene. Taking advantage of the few seconds that Mi Shu delayed, Tong Han leaned in front of the person's head and took a closer look.

Fortunately, Tong Han is also a good actor, and he cleverly used his emotional control to cover up the turmoil. Patriarch Du was so worried about losing his daughter that he did not pursue the matter.

But Patriarch Du seemed to be tired, so he asked Yang Xiao and the others to go back to rest first, telling them about the new story of his little girl, and he still had many things to deal with.

After leaving, the group of people walked towards the residence. The mansion was empty at the moment. Not a single maid or servant was seen. They didn't know where they had gone.

It was not convenient to talk on the road. When they returned to their residence, everyone closed the doors and windows. After checking the room and finding no problems, Cheng Cha was the first to speak: "Miss Tong, is there something wrong with the head?"

"It is indeed Miss Du's head." Tong Han nodded.

"That's right, I think so too." Mi Shu also confirmed.

"It seems that Miss Du's family is really dead. The people in Du's Village didn't lie to us." Lu Youcheng fell into deep thought. After all, many previous inferences would be overturned.

"That's strange. Why did the ghost kill Miss Du in the Buddhist hall, then take a detour to the Buddhist hall and kill Liu Haiping again?" Wu Ma Haoming asked the previous question again.

"Miss Tong, you must have discovered something when you took such a big risk to get closer. Tell us all about it." Sui Chengguo is experienced and knows that Tong Han is the best choice among these people in terms of courage and brains. , she won’t do anything meaningless.

After thinking for a moment, Tong Han nodded, "You have seen both murder scenes. What's the difference?"

"The expressions on people's faces are different." Yang Xiao replied.

Tong Han took a deep breath, "You're right. Everyone has seen Liu Haiping's face. She died miserably and her facial muscles were distorted. But if you look at Miss Du's face again, she has a smile on her face. This Isn’t it strange?”

Mi Shu seemed to suddenly think of something and quickly added: "Do you still remember that the people in Dujia Village once told us that those who were killed by monsters always had smiles on their faces."

Quan Doufeng was not a man who played with his brains. He was extremely anxious for a moment, "I beg you, can you please take care of me?"

"Okay." Cheng Cha's expression became serious and he lowered his voice and said, "The thing is very simple. The smiling head is the one killed by ghosts, but the other one is not."

The next second, Hu Yanming's face paled, "You mean Liu Haiping...she wasn't killed by a ghost?"

"I'm not saying that, it's the current evidence." Cheng Cha reminded.

"I agree with Brother Cheng. Liu Haiping did not die from the monster. She was killed by someone." Yang Xiao slowly said, "Someone attacked her under the guise of a monster."

"You said they are from Dujia Village, but... why? They are also troubled by monsters, and villagers are often killed. We are here to help them, and they have no reason to kill us?" Hu Yanming couldn't figure it out.

This is the first time Yang Xiao has encountered this situation. Before, he thought that the villagers were using them as scapegoats, but now it seems that these people have more plans than that.

There is something wrong with this village from top to bottom. They must be hiding something from themselves.

"Since they started killing, there must be a reason for killing. Maybe Liu Haiping accidentally discovered something and was silenced." Sui Chengguo guessed.

"Could it be the big wardrobe in the boudoir?" Mi Shu suddenly thought.

But Yang Xiao rejected it the next second, "It doesn't look like this. Judging from the scene, Liu Haiping is quite cautious. She is unlikely to provoke things in the closet alone."

After a pause, Yang Xiao expressed his concerns, "I am more worried about another point now. Ghosts will kill people, and villagers will also kill people. Then where is our way out?"

"We can try to stop ghosts from killing villagers. I think it is very likely that the villagers found that Miss Du was killed by ghosts, and then went to kill Liu Haiping." After a moment of silence, Cheng Cha expressed his considerations.

The clues are somewhat scattered, and there will be no specific results if we continue to talk. The scenes in the Buddhist hall before are also bothering Yang Xiao. These villagers don't seem to care about the death of Miss Du, even including the Du clan leader and Mrs. Du. Yang Xiao can clearly feel that the sadness these people pretended to be is just acting for them, the outsiders.

But... why?

It obviously doesn't make sense that they don't care about the death of their own daughter.

There is also a middle-aged man who suddenly fainted in the Buddhist hall. At the moment when the man fainted, Yang Xiao saw joy and relief in the eyes of the other villagers.

The so-called farewell party ended immediately, and everyone left in a flash, including Xiaozui, who struggled to take a last look at the lady.

Of course, she didn't keep her promise in the end.

Soon, someone brought food, which was still hard to swallow. Hu Yanming was so angry that he threw away his chopsticks and couldn't help cursing: "In my hometown, this stuff is fed to pigs!" "My hometown is better than yours. Even pigs won't eat it." Sui Chengguo couldn't help but smile bitterly. He used a spoon to stir the grain porridge mixed with unknown wild vegetables, but it was hard to swallow. The two asked and answered each other, just to have fun in the midst of suffering. Since they came to Dujia Village, they haven't eaten any meat, which made everyone weak. Lu Youcheng even said that the villagers might want to starve them to death. Soon after the meal, several villagers came in a hurry. Before they could open the door, the half-closed door was pushed open. The leader was the black man who brought them into the village. "My benefactors, it's bad. Someone in the village... has a strange dream again. I'm afraid he won't make it through the night!" "Who is it?" "It's the second uncle from the east end of the village. He has been woken up, but he is groggy and doesn't respond to any questions. He just keeps repeating his strange dream." The black man from Guizhou seemed very anxious. "The Taoist priest who came before taught us a few We suspect that the soul of the second uncle was stolen by the monster. You say, if the soul is gone, can the person still live? "

Yang Xiao sat up and planned to see what was going on. "Where is this person now? Please lead the way."

Unexpectedly, the black man shook his head and refused, with a good reason, "The second uncle just lost his soul, and his body can't stand the impact. It's better not to let him see strangers."

"Then why did you ask us to come...

"It's like this, it's not convenient for us to leave the village at night, so please help me." The black man didn't give Yang Xiao and the others a chance to refuse. He took out a wrinkled and dirty piece of clothing from his arms and put it on the table. "This is the clothes that the second uncle often wears. Please go to the river outside the village tonight to call back the soul of the second uncle."

Looking at the old clothes on the table, Yang Xiao couldn't help but be stunned. He looked familiar with the clothes, as if they were worn by the man who fainted in the Buddhist temple before.