Nightmare Apostle

At this moment, her face was only a few steps away from the screen. The impact of this moment was indescribable. What was even more terrifying was that the pairs of dead feet behind the screen actually raised their toes little by little, first lifting one foot, and soon both feet disappeared in place.

Her body froze uncontrollably, and Mi Shu dared not move at all. She clearly heard the friction sound of nails scratching on wood, which came from the top of her head.

Her whole body was cold, and she could feel that she was being locked by a pair of eyes full of resentment. It was those ghosts behind the screen. They climbed up the screen and were now clinging to the edge of the screen and staring at her from above. She had heard Cheng Cha talk about similar scenes. Last time, Cheng Cha was lucky to escape.

She thought she didn't have Cheng Cha's ability. At this moment, her heartbeat accelerated and her consciousness was getting a little blurred. This was not a good sign.

Did she escape from the group of demons in Dujia Village and now she was going to die here?

But the next second, the scratching sound above her head suddenly disappeared, and with it also disappeared the evil sight above her head. Mi Shu had no time to be surprised, and immediately used her hands and feet to crawl in one direction. Her limbs were weak and she couldn't stand up at all. The direction she crawled to was naturally not the door, but under the bed. She remembered that Cheng Cha survived last time because he hid under the bed.

A cold chill spread and quickly filled every corner of the room. Something new appeared in the boudoir. Just as Mi Shu curled up and got under the bed, a pair of legs in red pants and skirts appeared beside the bed. This sudden scene scared Mi Shu so much that her mind went blank.

Before she fainted, she vaguely saw a silver ornament tied to the ankle of the pair of legs, and the ornament was badly damaged, and it seemed that only half of it was left.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

In the mist, Sui Chengguo walked alone on the path in the village, his feet stepped on the slippery bluestone slabs on the ground, making a dull sound.

After walking for a long time, he didn't see a single person. This was just like what the ghost pretending to be Quan Doufeng said. Sure enough, all lies can't deceive people. Nine truths and one lie are the most fatal.

According to this line of thought, Sui Chengguo guessed that the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall gate were an extremely difficult level. "Quan Doufeng" said that he was stepped on by a shadow there and fainted inexplicably. This sentence didn't seem to be a lie. In Sui Chengguo's opinion, the truth of the matter was that Quan Doufeng died there at the moment he fainted.

Soon, the fog in front of Sui Chengguo slowly dissipated. He saw the blood moon above his head, and the ancestral hall courtyard shrouded in fog, as well as the two large white lanterns hanging on both sides of the courtyard gate, like monster eyeballs, with a blood-red "bu" character written on each lantern. All of this was exactly the same as the scene described by "Quan Doufeng".

Sui Chengguo strode into the courtyard. There were messy footprints on the ground. All of them led to the Han Family Ancestral Hall. He stopped not far from the gate of the ancestral hall. Sui Chengguo calmed down and observed carefully, but he observed for several minutes and found no problems. He held the soul-guiding incense in his hand and approached a little bit, trying to find the hiding place of the ghost monk by the direction of the incense mist, but the incense mist drifted straight up without any abnormality.

No problem is the biggest problem, but Sui Chengguo had no way at this moment. After all, time was limited, and he had wasted too much time for various reasons before.

Out of caution, he bypassed the stone steps in front of the Tianmen from the side, made a circle, and went around to the gate of the ancestral hall from the other side. As he kept approaching, the next second, the gate of the ancestral hall slowly opened, and the huge ancestral hall was full of people.

Until he stepped into the ancestral hall, he did not encounter any abnormality that would alert him, let alone the ghost monk stepping on his shadow.

Sui Chengguo slowly breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. Although he didn't know the specific reason, judging from the result, there must be something wrong with the stone steps outside the door, and he had successfully avoided this first wave of risks.

Passing through the surrounding ghost villagers, Sui Chengguo came to the stone platform filled with spirit tablets deep in the ancestral hall. There were two tables here, and a person was already sitting in front of one of them.

This person was wearing brown silk clothes. Although he was not the village chief of Bujia, he looked quite prestigious in the village. Sui Chengguo suddenly remembered that Yang Xiao and Tong Han had mentioned that the ghost village chief had three brothers of similar age, and this person was one of them.

In addition, there was a large pool of blood at Sui Chengguo's feet. Judging from the amount of bleeding, this person must be in danger. It seems that the second person on the mission, Lu Youcheng, died here.

Although Lu Youcheng was not as good as Yang Xiao and Cheng Cha, he was not a stupid rubbish. He must have encountered a big trouble that he could not escape in time to die. After all, according to the experience of several previous missions, as long as the soul-guiding incense was not extinguished, his life would be guaranteed. Of course, the premise was not to make fatal mistakes.

Without rushing to sit down, Sui Chengguo continued to observe patiently. He noticed that there were many pieces of paper with scriptures scattered on the ground near his wooden table. These should be left by Lu Youcheng. The most eye-catching thing was that many of the words on them were bright red, and they were actually written in blood.

From the analysis of some of the messy handwriting on them, Lu Youcheng was confused in the end, as if he was being chased, and he was obviously under great psychological pressure.

On the other hand, the village chief's brother was not like that. His desk was clean, the papers on the desk were neatly stacked, the brush was suspended under the pen holder, the tip of the brush was dry and tidy, and it looked like it had never been used. There was not even a trace of ink dripping on the desk.

The only thing that attracted Sui Chengguo's attention was that there was a piece of paper placed alone at the corner of the other party's table. Although the paper was clean, it was wrinkled on both sides.

Sui Chengguo looked around, but he didn't find the paper used for copying last time near the other party's table. This was very strange and immediately aroused his vigilance.

Without hesitation, Sui Chengguo walked to his own table and sat down, but just as he inserted the soul-guiding incense in his hand into the incense burner, he suddenly heard a Buddhist chant, the voice was low and hoarse, and it came from the ghost villagers below. Then many ghost villagers seemed to wake up at the same time, shaking their heads and reciting scriptures.

This sudden scene really made Sui Chengguo's heart tighten, and the next second, there was a sound of turning papers behind him, and the task of copying scriptures began.

Just like Lu Youcheng's experience, he even found and confirmed the identity of the ghost monk in a shorter time, and at the same time discovered the pattern of gradually approaching.

Soon after, Sui Chengguo also encountered the dilemma of running out of ink, but the difference was that when he stared at the dagger, he immediately thought of the large pool of blood on the ground. He suspected that Lu Youcheng's death was related to this dagger.

Bleeding is not a good idea when surrounded by so many ghosts. Lu Youcheng did so, but he didn't survive.

Sui Chengguo decided to take a risky move. He didn't cut himself to bleed, but used his saliva to continue writing bit by bit. However, the price of this was that the speed was much slower. At the same time, his brain was spinning rapidly, and the situation in front of him was very easy to judge. He was competing with the ghosts behind him, but he didn't know what he was competing for. This was the key.

He simply counted the scriptures on the table. Even if he was faster, he couldn't finish copying before the incense burned out, not to mention that he had to leave enough time to return to the ancestral home. In other words, the competition was definitely not about who finished copying the scriptures on the table first.

Since it was not about time, it was about quantity. In other words, whoever copied the most scriptures in the same time would win.

Sui Chengguo analyzed and determined that this should be the answer, but now a new question arises. Why did the scripture paper used by Lu Youcheng last time remain, but the scripture paper used by the ghost disappeared?

Also, the brush in his hand was obviously used before. If you sniff it, you can still smell a bloody smell, but the brush on the ghost's table has no trace of use. Why is this? It's okay if the scripture paper is missing, but it's meaningless to change a brush between two games.

The ghost's table is also unusually clean and tidy. Could it be that the ghost took time out to wipe the table between the two games?

Under all kinds of abnormal appearances, there must be some unknown truth hidden. After careful analysis, Sui Chengguo came to an amazing guess that the ghost behind him may not write a word tonight. The meaning of its existence is to put pressure on himself, so that he can make mistakes in the chaos and finally kill himself.

The increasingly fast sound of turning pages behind him also proved this point. It took more than a minute to turn a page. If it was true, then the opponent's copying speed was far beyond his limit. No matter who came, there would be no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Sui Chengguo slowed down his hand speed and wrote slowly, stroke by stroke. If his guess was right, as long as he persisted to the end, he would definitely be the winner.

After all, the ghost didn't write a single word. It just picked up the paper and shook it, making a false appearance of copying page after page, and this was also the source of the only wrinkled paper with no words written on it.

That's right, it must be like this!

At this moment, Sui Chengguo was both nervous and fortunate. He was nervous because this was a gamble. Once his guess was wrong, he would be sitting and waiting to die. Fortunately, he was the last one of the three. Quan Doufeng helped him avoid the risk of the steps in front of the door, and Lu Youcheng used his life to help him avoid the pit of the dagger, and also gave him a chance to compare and analyze with the ghost.

Even if he survives, it is not his victory alone. He gained this rare opportunity by stepping on the blood of the first two victims.

But no matter what, as long as he wins tonight, the curse will be broken, and he and the other brothers waiting in the ancestral house will survive and return to their world.

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