Nightmare Apostle

Cheng Cha stood up suddenly. This scene was too shocking. The number of ghosts trapped behind the screen far exceeded expectations.

After a while, Cheng Cha took a deep breath, then held his breath, turned around, put down the bronze mirror, and slowly leaned over,

He put his face close to the ground and looked in through the gap between the screen and the bottom of the shelf. Sure enough, it was empty inside.

Only with the help of a bronze mirror can we see those dirty things.

After confirming this, Cheng Cha slowly turned around, picked up the bronze mirror again, and kept the original posture. He hoped to use the bronze mirror to carefully observe the broken legs and find clues from them. But the next second, as the gaps were reflected on the bronze mirror again, Cheng Cha couldn't help but be stunned at the scene after that. Those black and blue severed legs disappeared, and the ground was clean.

With a flick of his wrist, the bronze mirror almost fell to the ground. The sudden fear instantly enveloped him, and his mind went blank.

Cheng Cha didn't know what happened, but he knew he was in big trouble.

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A small friction sound sounded behind him, like someone scratching lightly with nails. The sound was not loud, but it was surprisingly harsh in the silent room at this moment. Cheng Cha did not dare to move. His whole body was cold, and his blood vessels seemed to be filled with blood. Ice ballast.

The scratching sound was in the wrong place, not behind you, but coming from above your head. As the scratching sound became more and more obvious,

Increasingly dense, a picture slowly emerged in Cheng Cha's mind. On the top of the screen behind him, a row of green-faced ghosts were lying on their backs.

The bronze mirror in his hand was shaking violently. Cheng Cha wanted to turn the mirror several times and aim it at the top of the screen, but he didn't dare. He was worried that he would just be looking at a group of evil ghosts.

Time passed by, and what Cheng Cha was most worried about happened. Now his whole body was cold, and he could clearly feel a chill coming from behind him. After all, he was being targeted by the evil spirit, although the evil spirit was still there for the time being. No action has been taken, but it is already a matter of time.

But...why? He did not touch the wardrobe, and he was careful not to even touch the screen. He must have been tricked. Those people from Dujiacun carried them to the boudoir and tampered with the screen.

This is a fucking trap!

But now, everything is too late. Cheng Cha slowly exhaled, and there was not much time left for him. Although he would die here, he would never take advantage of the beasts like Dujia Village. He slowly raised his left hand and said He planned to bite his finger and leave clues to his teammates outside.

The guy who calls himself Chu Xi is a smart man with top-notch mind, body, and heart. Together with Tong Han, if they can find the clues he left behind, they have a high chance of turning the tables.

There were many things he had kept in his heart before. The feng shui of this village was dead. Even ghosts could not live here, let alone people. He suspected that there was not a single living person in the entire Dujia Village. However, the current investigation It also confirmed his guess little by little.

As for what the truth is, he has no chance to know.

"One by one." The sound of Cha Cha's nails scratching became faster and faster. Those guys lying on the screen could no longer hold it in any longer. Cheng Cha bit his finger and planned to write on the ground "The master decides the game, bloodletting and killing, in the village." "No one alive" was left as a reminder.

But before he could write, the scratching sound above his head suddenly disappeared, along with the evil gaze behind him. Cheng Cha, who had lost his restraint, went limp and almost fell to the ground. He crawled to survive the disaster. I got up and ran, but before I could run a few steps, I suddenly felt like there was something extra in the boudoir. An icy chill spread, filling every corner of the room at an extremely fast speed, but this It's not what Cheng Cha cares about. Now he just wants to leave this hellish place.

But the short few steps to the window were infinitely long for Cheng Cha now. He stumbled and ran for more than ten steps, but the distance to the window did not shorten at all. He had to Stopping, I knew I was encountering a wall.

Forcing himself to calm down, Cheng Cha held his breath and scanned the entire boudoir bit by bit. The light in the room was very dark. From a distance, it was impossible to see the appearance of the furniture. Only some blurry dark black outlines were left. , shadowy.

Looking around, Cheng Cha didn't find anything unusual, but he was convinced that there was something else in the room, something different from the ghosts behind the screen.

After swallowing, Cheng Cha made up his mind, raised the bronze mirror in his hand little by little, constantly adjusted the angle, and used the reflection of the bronze mirror to observe the room again, and this time, he saw it. He saw the empty dressing table sitting in front of it. A figure wearing a red hijab.

But then, the figure disappeared. This frightened Cheng Cha. He immediately turned the mirror and searched all over the room. He was not behind the door, not on the bed, not by the window, and not on the ceiling... Cheng Cha was anxious. His head was covered with cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat. Until the next second, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and slowly turned the bronze mirror to face himself.

His pupils trembled violently. Behind his shoulder, he saw a dark red, dirty red hijab, and the disappearing figure was sticking closely behind him.

What's even more terrifying is that this ghost actually maintains an extremely weird posture, stiffly raising his left arm and pointing to the other side of the room.

Cheng Cha shivered and turned his head, looking in the direction of the ghost's finger, and found that the ghost was pointing to the bed. To be precise,

It's under the bed.

"Is there something under the bed?" This was Cheng Cha's subconscious reaction.

At this moment, he didn't know whether the red-clothed ghost was Liu Haiping who died before, or other brides who died in this boudoir. But now he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the bed little by little. Too good imagination is not a good thing. What he is most worried about now is that he will look down at the bed and find a twisted body staring at him.

The red-clothed ghost was right behind him and came to the bed. Cheng Cha took the courage to look down.

To his surprise, the bed was empty and there was nothing.

But the red-clothed ghost still raised his arm and pointed under the bed, which confused Cheng Cha. In order to survive,

Cheng Cha could only crawl under the bed. The space under was very small. He lay down in it and couldn't move at all. He could only curl up as much as possible.

The red-clothed female ghost blocked the bed and stared at the legs standing in front of him. Cheng Cha didn't dare to breathe, let alone crawl out. He just wanted to write down ten thousand regrets under the bed.

At the same time, Yang Xiao, who was hiding on the wall outside, also found something wrong. Cheng Cha had been in there for quite some time, but there was no movement inside.

After a while, Yang Xiao suddenly heard footsteps, but not near the boudoir, but outside the gate. In the dim moonlight, Yang Xiao saw from afar that several people were walking towards the yard, with fast and sneaky steps,

all without lanterns.

Yang Xiao immediately jumped down from the wall, and rolled forward after landing, relieving the impact while trying to reduce the sound. He rushed to the door of the boudoir and knocked on the door lightly but hurriedly, "Come out quickly, someone is coming!"

But no matter how he knocked, there was silence inside, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. If he didn't run, it would be too late. Yang Xiao evacuated decisively, rushed forward, grabbed the eaves of the wall with both hands, climbed up in a few steps, and then quickly climbed over the wall.

Just a few seconds after Yang Xiao climbed over the wall, the gate of the yard was opened, and footsteps hurriedly walked into the yard and walked towards the boudoir.

Although Yang Xiao didn't know what happened in the boudoir, he knew that Cheng Cha was in danger. He must have encountered trouble while searching for clues, and he was probably in trouble.

His death was a small matter, but the trouble was that the body was left in the room. Once the Du family found it, they would definitely guess that they were suspicious of them, so they came to check late at night, which would make the situation more complicated.

But what surprised Yang Xiao was that the people who entered the room were also very quiet, and they didn't seem to find anything wrong. Yang Xiao certainly didn't know Cheng Cha's situation. At this moment, he was curled up under the bed, watching the few people who opened the door and pushed the door in.

There were three people in total. The three of them had a tacit understanding and didn't talk to each other. After entering, one went straight to the window, one turned around to close the door, and the last person, who seemed to be the leader of the three, took something out of the backpack behind him while walking towards the screen in the corner.

As one person raised his hand to close the window, the room became darker. Cheng Cha saw a dim light coming out of the third person's backpack. At the same time, he smelled a very pungent smell of blood.

The next second, Cheng Cha shuddered. He knew what was taken out of the backpack. It was a knife, a long, bloody hatchet.

Almost at the same time, he confirmed the identity of this person. It was Du San. Judging from the blurred back in the room, it should be him!

No matter how much blood is stained on a knife, it will not have such a strong bloody smell. There must be something else in his backpack.

Cheng Cha suddenly thought of tonight's mission. The last person to carry out the mission was Hu Yanming.

Du San waved the bloody hatchet around the screen a few times, then turned the blade over, and knocked the screen up and down and left and right with the thick back of the knife, then waved his hand. The other two people who came with him retreated consciously, turned around, and did not look at the direction of the screen.

Du San placed the hatchet on the ground with a sense of ceremony, pointed the blade at the screen, and reached into the backpack again.

Soon, he took out a bloody hood from it and put it on his head.

Cheng Cha's pupils couldn't help but shrink. He recognized that this hood was the one his teammates wore when they went on the mission tonight.

After putting on the hood, Du San took out a pair of clean fur gloves, then used his arms to move the screen away, revealing a large black wardrobe hidden behind the screen.

The wardrobe was more than one person tall, pitch black, and mottled on the surface, just like an old coffin dug out of a grave.