Nightmare Apostle

After the three men with vicious looks left, Lian Jinshun clasped his hands in front of Monk Wukong and praised: "My young master has a kind heart, I admire him!"

Monk Wukong returned the greeting and said, "Donor Lian must be careful tonight. In the opinion of the poor monk, the rental house where Donor Lian is staying is the most dangerous tonight."

"How do you say this?" Lian Jinshun looked surprised and suddenly became nervous.

"Who died on the first night we got here, and where?" Monk Wukong asked in a calm tone, "It was Yu Dagui, he died in the hotel."

"What's next?" Wu Kong said in a persuasive tone.

"The second night was Aqiang, he... he died in the rental house, the third night was Ju Juan, she died in the villa, the fourth night was Zhang Man, she also died in the hotel...::::" As soon as he said this, Lian Jinshun stopped talking for an instant, and his face changed drastically. He understood the monk's reminder.

Hotels, rental houses, villas... .These three people are a reincarnation. A new reincarnation started last night, so the person who died was Zhang Man who was staying in the hotel. Tonight, it was his turn to die in the rental house. Unfortunately, it was him who should stay vigil in the rental house tonight.

After saying what they wanted to say, everyone left, walked out of the hotel door, and stood on the street. Yang Xiao hesitated before speaking, "Master Wu Kong, I am very grateful to you for helping me today, but do you know that Lian Jinshun What will happen tonight after listening to your advice?"

"He will attack the donor of the car." Monk Wukong still had that calm expression.

Yang Xiao was puzzled, "I know you still do this?"

Hearing this, Monk Wukong suddenly smiled, turned his head and looked at Yang Xiao: "Donor Chu, you and I are destined."

If he saw a monk saying this to him on the road or in a temple, Yang Xiao's first reaction would be to ask for money.

But at this moment, he also knew that this monk was by no means an ordinary person, so he asked patiently, "I wonder where the fate comes from?"

"There are three origins. Donor Chu was kind-hearted. When we first met, he spoke uprightly and begged for a cell phone for a poor monk.

This is benevolence; trouble came to the door just now, and the benefactor did not betray his friends, but used his own body to accept the suffering for others. This is righteousness. A benevolent and righteous person, the benefactor of Chu, will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and adversity into good fortune. "

"This is the second fate, what about the third fate?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, the monk shook his head at this moment and said, "Don't say it."

Yang Xiao stopped asking and immediately changed the subject, "Master Wu Kong, since you said it was fate to ask for your cell phone, and Che Xuexiang also spoke for you at that time, why did you want to dial Lian Jinshun to harm her? Woolen cloth?"

Monk Wukong put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name devoutly, "Amitabha, it is the time for the poor monk to resolve his fate."

Instead of fighting with the monk, Yang Xiao simply asked something he could understand, "Monk, don't you think there is something wrong with the mobile phones we have? I have been thinking today why there was only one mobile phone among the nine at the beginning. It’s bad, maybe it’s not a coincidence.”

Upon hearing this, monk Wukong's eyes flashed with light, "Almsgiver Chu has deep roots of wisdom, which really makes this poor monk ashamed."

"Stop pretending, you've seen it a long time ago, right?" Yang Xiao probably figured out the monk's nature, "But I'm surprised why you didn't tell me just now."

After hearing this, Wu Kong grinned and asked, "Since Benefactor Chu also thought of it, why didn't you tell him?"

"I am not a disciple of Buddhism, just a layman who wants to survive. The Buddhist precepts cannot restrain me. Could it be that, Master, you have been practicing Buddhism for many years and you are like me?" Yang Xiao, not to be outdone, also laughed.

Wu Kong laughed loudly after hearing this, "There are not only hundreds of Buddhist precepts, but there are also tens of thousands of monks in the temple. If the world has no shame, why do we need to prostrate before the Buddha and have no greed in our hearts? Why do you need your highness to beg?"

“Escape into Buddhism and I will become a Buddha; tear off my cassock and I will become a demon; I will tear apart the skin, flesh and bones of the Buddha, but I will only be greedy, angry and ignorant in this world.

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In the evening, standing by the window of the rental house, Lian Jinshun was chewing a cigarette and looking at the last sunset in the distance.

When the last ray of light fades away, the world will fall into darkness, and by then, those who stay in this room will die.

After a while, after taking the last deep breath, Lian Jinshun threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped it out with his toes, turned around, and walked into the house without saying a word.

Pressing the doorknob, the bedroom door was pushed open, revealing a woman with her back to him and her hands tied behind her back.

The woman was tied to an old wooden chair with a backrest. She looked sluggish, her beautiful face was scarred, her clothes were bloody, her wrists were twisted unnaturally, and a pair of scissors was placed on the table in front of the woman.

Walking over and sitting on the bed next to the woman, Lian Jinshun took a long breath and said, "Miss Che, why do you think you're doing this?"

Hearing this, Che Xuexiang seemed to regain her energy. She struggled slightly for a few times and then gave up. Her wrist had been broken.

Staring at the scissors on the table, Lian Jinshun couldn't help but mock, "Anyway, you are considered half a smart person.

He knew how to use a honey trap and wanted to seriously injure me with scissors when I let my guard down. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise... I would be the one tied here tonight. "

Hearing this, Che Xuexiang seemed to have an emotional breakdown, and she made a "ming" sound from her blocked mouth.

After hearing this, Lian Jinshun waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, I know what you want to say. It's my turn tonight, right?"

"But it doesn't matter whose turn it is, what matters is who stays here tonight. Speaking of which, you have to thank that monk. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't necessarily have made such a determination. Sure enough, monks are the cruelest."

It was getting dark, and Lian Jinshun was not going to delay any longer. He checked the ropes that tied people up again,

then took Che Xuexiang's mobile phone and left in a swagger. At the moment when the bedroom door was closed, Lian Jinshun felt surprisingly comfortable.

He had his own judgment on the situation tonight, and the monk's words only played a role in fueling the flames. He suspected that this mission was a consumption mission. As long as the last three people died in the order of the rooms, leaving one in each room, the mission would naturally end.

There might be clues to escape the ghost's pursuit, but they were not easy to find, and the risk was extremely high. After all, if they investigated too deeply, once Sha Meihui noticed, she would not let them go.

Looking back at the closed bedroom door, Lian Jinshun couldn't help but curl his lips. Sure enough, people are much easier to deal with than ghosts.

Opening the door, Lian Jinshun walked out of the old rental house, locked the door carefully, walked through the corridor, went down the stairs, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

The corridor fell silent again, but about 2 minutes later, accompanied by a slight "creak" sound, a door not far from Che Xuexiang's rental house slowly opened a gap, and then the gap slowly widened, and a pale arm stretched out.