Nightmare Apostle

Behind him, the ghost village chief turned the pages faster and faster, finishing a page almost every two minutes. This speed had already caught up with Lu Youcheng, who was going all out.

Time passed by, and as the knife slashed on his body, the scene that Lu Youcheng was most worried about happened. The friction sound of moving his body sounded again, and this time, it stopped behind him.

The ghost monk is here, right behind him. Although he hasn't made any move yet, the pressure almost makes Lu Youcheng collapse now.

The ghost village chief's copying speed was still accelerating, and the number of pages was already surpassing that of Lu Youcheng. There was not enough blood. Lu Youcheng had no time to think, so he slashed his arm again, but then he was dumbfounded. Not a drop of blood was shed.

You can see the red flesh inside the wound, but it is not bleeding. At the same time, the wound is still slightly cold, as if the blood vessels are filled with ice.

How could Lu Youcheng not understand at this moment that this must be the work of the ghost monk, who was helping the village chief cheat.

In just a short moment, the ghost village chief finished copying another page. The sound of turning the page this time also greatly stimulated Lu Youcheng.

If this continues, he will definitely lose. Lu Youcheng grabbed the knife and, like a gambler with red eyes, cut his body three times in a row. But without exception, no blood flowed out from the wounds, only a rash of coldness. , Lu Youcheng collapsed,

The last knife cut his wrist hard, blood, he just wanted blood now, he wanted to copy the scriptures, and he wanted to defeat the ghost village chief behind him!

But there was still no blood. He could even see the severed blood vessels and squirming flesh through the wound. It was too late. Even if there was blood now, it was too late. The ghost village chief behind him was getting faster and faster. In less than a minute, He can copy a page of scripture in just a minute, a speed that he can never catch up with.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Since we have already lost, there is no need to stay and die. According to the experience Yang Xiao and the others brought back last time, even if the mission fails, as long as they do not make a big mistake, they can return before the soul-inducing incense burns out. The ancestral home can survive.

It was important to save his life. He had done his best. He would take the collected information back and give it to Sui Chengguo, and leave the rest to him.

Less than a third of the soul-inducing incense was left. It was time to leave. Lu Youcheng put down his pen, pulled out the soul-inducing incense, and tried to stand up. Fortunately, fortunately, he was not stepped on. , the movement was relatively free, he did not dare to look back at all, he could only turn slightly sideways and walked towards the gate of the ancestral hall.

After taking a few steps, the cold air that enveloped his body gradually dissipated, and the ghost monk behind him did not chase him. This made Lu Youcheng very confused, but the next second, he suddenly felt a damp heat coming from his body, like It's taking a shower with hot water.

Lowering his head, the scene in front of him made him freeze on the spot. A large amount of blood flowed out of his left arm, which had rolled up his sleeves, especially the wound on the wrist. The blood almost spurted out. The wounds that had been cut before, but The wound without bleeding burst at the same time. The massive blood loss in an instant made Lu Youcheng dizzy and he knelt down.

He knew what was going on. These wounds had been sealed by the ghost monk before, but they still existed. Now that they were out of the ghost monk's ability, the wounds began to lose a lot of blood. If this continued, he would definitely die. He would bleed to death. he.

He quickly turned around and walked back on his knees. He wanted to sit back at the table, stop the bleeding first, and then find a chance to escape. However, before he could take a few steps, he fell weakly to the ground, right in the ghost village. Standing beside the long table, he raised his head with difficulty and saw a devastating scene. He saw that the brush on the ghost village chief's table was still hanging under the pen holder.

The nib is still dry.

The ghost village chief was like a puppet controlled by someone, looking straight ahead with empty eyes. He put his hands on the table and stiffly picked up a piece of paper, shaking it from time to time and making a "clatter" sound.

It was like turning pages, but the scripture papers on his desk were all clean, not a single one was written on.

"Fooled...

Lu Youcheng couldn't hold on anymore and fell heavily to the ground. His face was full of despair. He couldn't figure out how Quan Doufeng escaped. His body was obviously clean and there were no scars. He...he How is it done?

The ghost villagers below seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. They stood up one after another, clasped their hands together, shook their heads, and chanted sutras louder and louder.

"Amitabha, kill for life."

"Amitabha, evil debts are repaid with evil debts."

"Amitabha, the Five Precepts Hell."

Amidst the solemn and strange sound of the Buddha's chant, these villagers in clothes lowered their heads and chanted, while slowly surrounding them, they soon drowned Lu Youcheng's figure.

At the last moment before his consciousness dissipated, Lu Youcheng vaguely saw the ghost village chief knocking away the villagers and walking toward him with his hands clasped together.

In a room of the Du family's ancestral house, Yang Xiao and the others tried their best to trick the ghost disguised as Quan Doufeng who was blocking the door, but it was no use. The other party was very cunning and refused to leave.

This ghost's disguise was perfect. Yang Xiao and the others took turns observing each other, but none of them found any flaws. This ghost's imitation ability had almost reached its peak level, even Quan Doufeng's thief-like appearance was perfectly imitated. .

I've met a master, and now I'm in trouble.

Counting the time, Lu Youcheng should be back, but now there is no movement at all. Yang Xiao and others have a very bad feeling. I am afraid that he is already dead, and he will most likely die in the hands of this ghost outside. , two people were killed in a row, which cast a haze on everyone's mind.

Cheng Cha pursed his lips and finally couldn't help but say, "Brother Sui, in my opinion, forget it tonight. Don't go anymore. Even if you can avoid the ghost outside, without any clues, you are still very worried." It’s hard to win.”

Cheng Cha was right. He had carried out the mission last night and knew the dangers of the mission. The three of them worked together last night and their cooperation was perfect. However, they missed one move. But tonight Sui Chengguo could only rely on himself. You can imagine how difficult it is. .

"Brother Sui, he is right, don't take risks." Yang Xiao also advised him to give up and make full preparations for the drinking banquet tomorrow night.

But Sui Chengguo just shook his head and sighed: "Thank you for your kindness, but there are not many opportunities left for us. We can't put all our bets on tomorrow night."

"We have lost two people tonight, as well as Mi Shu... It will be difficult for her to survive. Even if it is like this tonight, tomorrow night will only be more difficult. I want to try my best to win while there is still a chance. Of course it's best. If you lose...you guys, don't give up." Sui Chengguo made up his mind and his eyes became firmer, "I won or lost my life. I had three people fighting for their lives last night. If I escape tonight, what will happen to you? Not fair."