Nightmare Apostle

Using the fastest speed to get away from the large number of villagers, Tong Han held the soul-guiding incense and returned to the village chief again. The string of Buddhist beads was not what they were looking for tonight.

This string of Buddhist beads was too ordinary, and Du San once said that as long as they saw that thing, they would definitely recognize it.

This must be a very special thing.

But Tong Han quickly searched the village chief's body, and could not find a second thing worth noting, let alone anything special.

Tong Han even began to wonder if there was something mysterious about the wooden leg. Could it be that the wooden leg was hollow and the treasure was hidden inside?

This idea was too dangerous. Tong Han did not intend to try it unless it was absolutely necessary. She quickly turned her head and looked at the villagers behind her. Many villagers still maintained the posture of inhaling the incense mist before. Their noses on their grayish-green faces kept inhaling, their mouths were open, and they had a pair of lifeless empty eyes. Under the cover of the mist, it can be said to be quite terrifying.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through her mind, and Tong Han keenly noticed that something was wrong. She found the difference between these villagers and the village chief.

These dead ghosts will be attracted by the soul-calling incense. When the villagers absorb the incense mist, they will not only use their noses but also their mouths. However, the village chief is the only one who has never opened his mouth.

Tong Han suspected that it was not the village chief's problem, but that there was something hidden in his mouth.

Tong Han did not know how much risk it would take to open a ghost's mouth. This was her first time. Looking at the soul-calling incense that had been burned for the most part, Tong Han made up her mind that she must try it, otherwise the burden would fall on Yang Xiao.

Her journey was thrilling. She could not be sure whether Yang Xiao could survive this mission.

But Tong Han tried to use angular stones and branches to pry, but they were all useless. These temporary tools were very inconvenient. The most thrilling time, she even saw the old village chief's eyes tremble slightly, and she was so scared that she immediately threw away the branch in her hand.

There was no other way, Tong Han could only put the soul-guiding incense under the nose of the old village chief, and the fragrant mist was sucked into the nasal cavity. The old village chief, who was a little agitated just now, suddenly calmed down, and Tong Han no longer hesitated, directly pinched the old village chief's chin with his hand, and opened the old village chief's mouth with force, and suddenly a foul smell of rotting corpses gushed out. Fortunately, Tong Han was prepared and held his breath in advance.

The old village chief's tongue was swollen like a purple worm, pulling out from the corner of his mouth, still wriggling constantly, and from time to time yellow pus dripped from the tip of his tongue to the ground. The scene was as disgusting as it could be, but Tong Han could no longer care about it. With the only dim light, she noticed that there seemed to be something under the old village chief's tongue.

It was a black thing, not big, like a large beetle, but the thing was huddled together and motionless.

Although Tong Han was not afraid of insects, it was also a challenge for her to put her hand in and take that thing out.

Time passed by minute by minute, Tong Han's face was fierce, and she directly pushed aside the rotten long tongue, and put the index and middle fingers of her right hand into the mouth of the old village chief. At the moment when her fingertips touched the thing, Tong Han suddenly felt a chill on her back, as if she was being stared at by something.

Turning her head quickly, she thought that the ghost villagers were chasing her, especially the dangerous old man in brown clothes, but there was nothing behind her.

It was a very strange feeling. She clearly sensed the existence of something, but she couldn't find it.

But this also meant that she found the right thing. This was the thing they were going to take away tonight.

Restraining the fear in her heart, Tong Han focused her attention and pinched the thing with two fingers. The first touch was very special, very hard, and very cold. As her fingers clamped the thing, Tong Han knew what it was.

This is a finger.

To be precise, it is a burnt finger bone.

No need to guess, this must be the finger that the ghost monk burned to offer to the Buddha!

Tong Han couldn't help but shudder. She didn't expect that this thing would be stuffed into the mouth of the old village chief and pressed under his tongue.

It was not easy to hold this finger bone firmly in the disgusting mucus, especially when the wet tongue on it was still shaking. Every time the swollen and thick tongue passed over the finger, a layer of rotten flesh was rubbed off, and Tong Han only had one chance.

Just as she tried to pull the finger bone outward, an accident happened. Her right arm felt cold and began to lose control. It seemed that her blood vessels were full of ice.

Cold sweat broke out from her forehead instantly. This similar feeling had happened before, when the ghost stepped on her shadow.

But now, her shadow lay quietly at her feet, empty and without anyone.

After several attempts, they all failed. Tong Han's fear gradually rose. She didn't have much time. Only the last piece of the soul-guiding incense was left.

What was even more terrifying was that the old village chief in front of her gradually focused his eyes and stared at her coldly, and his originally wide-open mouth slowly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But her two fingers were still in the old village chief's mouth!

Without any hesitation, Tong Han took a risky move, trying to keep her hands as still as possible, bending her body, keeping her head as close to the ground as possible, and looking behind her through her crotch.

The next second, Tong Han's pupils suddenly shrank, and she saw that, as expected, there was something behind her. A pair of legs in old monk robes appeared behind her, stepping accurately on the shadow of her right arm, with toes pointing backwards, facing away from her.

This scene shocked Tong Han so much that her whole body went cold. It was the ghost monk! She had heard Yang Xiao talk about the weirdness of this guy.

Its upper and lower body were reversed. It seemed that its toes were pointing backwards and its back was facing her, but in fact... it was facing her!

The soul-guiding incense was about to burn out. Tong Han had to make a choice. Now there were only two ways in front of her. One was to take back the soul-guiding incense, then loosen the finger bone, try to use the incense to lead the ghost monk away, and then escape. This was the safest way.

The second was to take back the soul-guiding incense, but not let go, and try to steal the finger bone while leading the ghost monk away with speed.

Tong Han decided to take a gamble. If she lost, she would just lose two fingers, which she could accept, but if she won,

this mission would end in her hands.

After quickly simulating it in her mind, Tong Han took action. She quickly removed the soul-guiding incense from the old village chief's nose, and then put it where she thought the ghost monk was standing. The set of movements was smooth and flowing. Sure enough, the next second, the fragrance of the soul-guiding incense changed direction, as if being pulled by some force, floating horizontally to the side of the body and disappearing in mid-air.

The effect of the soul-guiding incense was immediate, and the long-stiffened right arm was immediately unsealed. Tong Han clamped the finger bone at the fastest speed and wanted to pull his hand out, but the old village chief's eyes suddenly shrank into a slit without the restriction of the soul-guiding incense. The tongue that was pulled down wrapped around Tong Han's wrist like a snake, and then the upper and lower jaws closed fiercely, and with a "click", Tong Han's two fingers were bitten off.

The finger bone naturally could not be taken out, and like the two fresh broken fingers, it remained in the old village chief's mouth. The old village chief chewed with a numb expression, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The severe pain from the severed finger stimulated Tong Han's gradually numb nerves. She struggled hard to break free from the slippery tongue, turned around and ran towards the ancestral home, blood dripping all the way. Finally, at the last moment when the incense was about to burn out, she rushed into the door of the ancestral home.