Nightmare Apostle

The corpse was a man, with only the upper body left, wearing a colorful dress, eyes wide open, dead and unblinking.

Before the few people could observe carefully, the lake surface was different again, and corpses floated out from the black lake water one after another. Looking around, the corpses were connected in a piece, more than hundreds and thousands, and the lake surface was covered with a layer of corpses in a moment.

These corpses were very fresh, without any signs of decay or swelling. Yang Xiao even suspected that the corpses were still warm when he touched them with his hands.

There were very few complete corpses, missing arms and legs, and some heads were split diagonally, with only half hanging on the neck. So many corpses were definitely not a simple fight, but a war. There were also many soldiers wearing armor among the corpses.

In addition, there were people wearing monk-like robes, Taoist robes, colorful clothes made of rags, and various strange costumes. Yang Xiao's first reaction was that this was a government army strangling the martial arts sects.

The next second, a rumbling sound came from behind, and there were a lot of sounds of falling into the water. Yang Xiao and his companions suddenly turned around and found that the wooden bridge they had been walking on had collapsed, and the collapse was spreading towards their feet at a very fast speed.

"What should we do?" Mi Shu was so scared that his face turned pale. At this moment, the collapse of the bridge undoubtedly cut off their retreat.

Once they fell into the water, there were many strange floating corpses below, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Although the lake was full of corpses, the water surface where the pavilion was reflected was calm, and no corpse was involved. At the same time, the pavilion became clearer and clearer. In front of the pavilion, a wide white jade staircase was laid horizontally on the water surface, only a few steps away from where Yang Xiao and his companions were standing. This gave people an illusion that as long as they jumped out, they could land on the stairs.

A more terrifying scene appeared. I don't know when the corpses under the water moved, and they all turned over, facing up, staring at the bridge.

Seeing that the collapse was getting closer and closer to them, Yang Xiao knew that it was time to make a choice.

He slowly retreated, and after a run-up, he suddenly jumped out and headed for the pavilion in the water. After a moment, he fell into the lake, but at the moment when his body touched the lake, a miracle happened. The water surface was calm, but Yang Xiao disappeared.

The next second, Tong Han and Cheng Cha widened their eyes and saw Yang Xiao's figure appear on the white jade stairs in front of the pavilion in the water.

At this point, everyone had no time to think, and jumped out one after another. At the moment when their bodies touched the lake, Tong Han felt that the world in front of her was turned upside down. After a dizzy spell, her feet stepped on the solid ground. When she raised her head again, the scene in front of her gave her an unprecedented shock. She saw a nine-story building standing in front of her. The building was huge. Although it had only nine floors, it gave people the feeling of reaching the sky.

At this moment, a red moon hung in the sky, and the dark red light sprinkled down, dispelling the darkness while also coating the world with a layer of solemn background.

The surrounding area was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Behind him was a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with countless corpses piled up together.

The scene was silent.

Unlike what was seen on the lake, this nine-story building was not set on fire. It was pitch black inside, like a giant beast lurking in the dark night.

Yang Xiao, who arrived first, was staring blankly in front of him. There was a white marble staircase, which coincided with the number of floors, with nine steps, but each step was nearly one meter high, and the length and width were more than 20 meters. Such steps did not seem to be for people to use, but more like the legendary immortal platform.

It can be observed that the nine-story building surrounded by waves of evil spirits is not an exaggeration to say that it is a demon building.

There is a huge platform between the nine-story white marble staircase and the nine-story demon building, with several figures standing on the platform.

Breathing rapidly, Yang Xiao recognized the one in the middle of the figure at a glance. It was the woman in red he had seen once before, and there was a big red blood coffin standing beside the woman.

The doubts in his heart were revealed. Now Yang Xiao confirmed that the level they were facing this time was not the Feng family mansion, but the world of the original owner of the costume.

There were several figures standing beside the woman in red. Yang Xiao counted them one by one. There were eight people in total. To be exact, these eight people surrounded the woman in the middle.

This was a battle, eight against one. Yang Xiao held his breath and looked. His vision became clearer and clearer. He actually recognized a familiar face among the eight people besieging.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a rough animal fur coat. His face was full of flesh, bald head, flat nose, and a pair of small eyes with a ferocious light. He looked like he was not easy to mess with, but these were not the key points. The key point was that he was holding a stick in his hand.

Yang Xiao was very familiar with this thing, because this stick was in his hand now. It was the human bone stick that he took from Huang Sanbing!

This middle-aged man with a face full of flesh was also painted for Yang Xiao by the original owner of the robe. At that time, Yang Xiao had guessed that this man was the mortal enemy of the original owner of the robe. Now that he saw him, everything made sense. It seemed that this siege led to the death of the original owner of the robe.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao observed the other 7 people more seriously. These 7 people were dressed differently and had various weapons in their hands.

A Taoist priest wearing purple robes, with a bun on his head, holding a bronze bell in his hand.

A big monk holding a tiger-head knife, with his clothes open and unkempt.

A man wearing a patchwork of rags and a hat full of feathers on his head, like a person dressed as a shaman, standing beside him with a soul-calling banner.

A slim-looking woman wearing five-color clothes, with yellow paper on her face, and vaguely exposed corpse spots on her neck.

A general in armor held no weapon in his hand, but held a spiritual tablet in front of his chest.

A tall, thin old man wearing plain clothes and black and white cloth shoes. The old man closed his eyes tightly and placed an old threshold in front of his feet.

In addition, there is a person wearing a black gauze hat with two wings. This person gives Yang Xiao the weirdest feeling. He should be very young and well-dressed. He seems to be from a famous family. But no matter how Yang Xiao looks, he can't see this person clearly. His face seemed to be separated by a layer of fog that could not be dissolved.

But unlike Yang Xiao's reaction, Mi Shu's eyes lit up after seeing a blood-red coffin standing in the middle of the group of people, "That's great. It was really Mr. Chu who talked about the blood-red coffin ghost king. Now we can There’s help!”

After saying that, just like Cheng Cha, he looked at Yang Xiao with expectant eyes. This look made Yang Xiao cringe, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Come on." Cheng Cha cheered him up, "Last time, riding a few resentful babies was not enough. This time, Brother Chu can show off his talents."

When Yang Xiao heard this, the blood in his veins turned half cold, and he quickly told them to shut up. If the original owner of the opera robe heard this, he might not even have the chance to kneel down and apologize.

After waiting for a moment, the nine people on the platform were like sculptures, not moving at all. There was only one way in front of them, which was to climb up the nine-step white marble staircase. Yang Xiao had a feeling that the nine-story monster building was the end of their trip.

And there, the secret of the original owner of the opera robe may be found.

"Let's go." Yang Xiao led by example and was the first to climb the white marble stairs, followed by the other three.

Each step is more than 20 meters long and wide, and the top is like a small platform. As they walked towards the second step, a ringing sound suddenly sounded in their ears.

It wasn't crisp, the sound was deep and muffled, and the frequency was very slow, like the kind used by corpse exorcists. Every time it hit their heartstrings, it made people very uncomfortable.

Yang Xiao raised his head almost subconsciously and looked at the platform in the distance. The man who looked like a Taoist priest held a bell in his hand, and the bell was shaking slowly at this moment.

Soon the others noticed it, and stopped one after another, alert to their surroundings, but after waiting for a long time, until the ringing disappeared, nothing happened.

Yang Xiao and the others did not dare to slack off and continued to climb the second step. But as soon as they put their hands on it, before they exerted any force, their feet suddenly began to shake. The entire white marble staircase was shaking along with it. The next second, the steps under their feet began to shake. As the cracks grew larger, the entire staircase was split into four irregular longitudinal parts, and the four people were also separated. Under the cracks was a black abyss.

Fortunately, no one fell. Looking down, there was a black lake in the abyss. The other side of the lake should be the world before they entered, which was full of dangerous floating corpses.

Taking advantage of the ground no longer shaking, the four people quickly climbed up the second step. But this time, an accident happened.

The spiritual tablet held in the general's arms suddenly turned towards them. The next second, a dim halo enveloped Yang Xiao, imprisoning him in an extremely small area. Yang Xiao tried to escape, but he couldn't do it.

At the same time, the red moonlight dimmed, and the red moon above the head was disintegrating little by little, being eroded by darkness.

At the moment when the blood moon completely dissipated, a spiritual tablet appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Xiao. His mind seemed to have been hit hard. His knees bent uncontrollably and he knelt down. He kept kowtowing, and blood flowed out first.

Until his head was smashed and his brains and blood flowed out, he didn't stop singing even then.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao woke up from his dream. The restraint imposed on him disappeared. He stood up and wanted to escape, but then he heard Mi Shu's exclamation. When he looked back, the scene in front of him was shocking. He was shocked when he saw a little girl with braids standing on top of her head kneeling on the ground, leaning forward and tapping her head on the ground.

Not moving at all.

This was clearly his posture just now, and he also knew this little girl. She was the ghost in the ghost lantern. Her eyes were gouged out and buried alive by the Feng family.

It's impossible to describe the feeling at this moment. This little girl seemed to be ripped out of his body alive, and she was kneeling here instead of him at this moment.

That spiritual tablet actually brought out the ghost in his resentful eyes and brought him under control. Yang Xiao had never thought of such a scene.

What's even more weird is that there is no blood on his body and face at this moment, and Mi Shu and the others have never seen any spiritual tablets before.