Nightmare Apostle

At this moment, Lian Jinshun's heartbeat stopped. A few seconds later, he heard a "click" and the door outside opened.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

The dull sound of high heels stepped on the floor, and the ghost entered the room. At this moment, Lian Jinshun stared at the door of the study where he was, not daring to breathe.

The study was a wooden door. Because it was old, the lock could not be locked. Not to mention stopping the ghost, even people could not be stopped. Just when Lian Jinshun thought that the ghost was going to rush into the study and kill him in the next second, the sound of high heels suddenly changed direction.

Lian Jinshun heard the sound of the door being pulled, followed by a choking sound. The ghost... seemed to have entered the bathroom, and then he heard the sound of flushing from the toilet.

Lian Jinshun was not a person who would sit and wait for death, and he did not have any luck. Since the ghost came to his door, the other party must want to kill him. He could only rely on himself to survive.

He suddenly thought of a living person locked up in the next bedroom. If he could use him as a substitute, the ghost might leave after killing one person.

The probability of success of this plan was very small, but it was his only chance.

Lian Jinshun made up his mind and did it as soon as he said. He first lightened his footsteps and slowly opened the study door a crack.

Sure enough, the bathroom door was ajar. Through the half-piece of frosted glass on the door, he could vaguely see a figure swaying inside.

The ghost was in the bathroom, and in just half a minute, there was a sound of toilet flushing.

While the ghost was struggling with the toilet, Lian Jinshun slowly opened the study door, then tiptoed, walked to the outside of the bedroom door, and opened the bedroom door with the softest movement. At this moment, the man was still tied to the chair, with his back to him, as if he had fainted.

Lian Jinshun walked forward, quietly cut the rope, lifted the unconscious man up, and dragged him like a shield in front of him.

After listening for a while at the bedroom door, there was no more pumping sound, and no footsteps. Lian Jinshun opened the bedroom door cautiously, but did not see any ghosts. The room was completely silent.

The bathroom door was wide open, and no one was inside.

"Gone?"

Lian Jinshun was skeptical. He had no intention of looking for ghosts. He dragged the man all the way to the door and looked out through the cat's eye on the door. There were no ghosts in the corridor. It looked very safe. There was a dim light on overhead.

The ghost disappeared, but the strange thing was that the cold breath in the room was still there. Lian Jinshun knew that the ghost was hiding in a corner of the room.

"Don't kill me, I can keep him." Lian Jinshun prayed silently in his heart, and then slowly opened the door.

At the moment of opening the door, Lian Jinshun's heart was in his throat. He was worried that he would be killed by the door opening, and the ghost would squat in the blind spot of the cat's eye outside the door, but it turned out that he was overthinking. There was no one in the corridor.

At this moment, the man gradually woke up while shaking, and a muffled "Mingming" sound came out of his blocked mouth. Lian Jinshun naturally couldn't take him away. He was worried that the ghost would chase him, so he left one person to hold the ghost back.

"Brother, I will repay this kindness in my next life." Lian Jinshun muttered behind the man's head, and pushed the man towards the bathroom, but the man was very tenacious. He actually used two thin arms like bamboo poles to tightly grasp Lian Jinshun's body, and the "Mingming" sound from his mouth became louder.

This scene made Lian Jinshun anxious. Once discovered by the ghost, neither of them could get away today. He tried hard to hold the man's arms, but the man, who was a poisonous insect, burst out with amazing strength. Lian Jinshun was almost strangled by these two arms, not to mention being unable to move.

Now Lian Jinshun also noticed something was wrong. The man in front of him seemed to have changed. The man turned his back to him and hugged his waist with both hands in reverse. The huge force almost crushed his internal organs.

"Huwei, huwei-

One"

The voice in the man's blocked mouth gradually changed, from begging for mercy to a low and hoarse laugh, his mouth was like a leaky bellows.

Lian Jinshun raised his head with difficulty, and at this moment his peripheral vision swept across the open bedroom door. The next second, he was stunned, because he saw a person tied to the chair in the bedroom. From the back, it was the man, but the man was clearly in front of him!

At this moment, Lian Jinshun's mind was blank, accompanied by the crisp sound of "knock, knock, knock", the neck of the "man" in front of him twisted 180 degrees, and a crooked and broken ghost face stared at him.

At the same time, the "man" held Lian Jinshun's arm and continued to increase the force, and Lian Jinshun's bones made a "crackling" sound.

Blood foam spurted out of his mouth, and Lian Jinshun couldn't even scream. A muffled "gurgle gurgle" sound came from his throat. Finally, with a "click", Lian Jinshun's body broke from the waist backwards, and the "man" still held him tightly and didn't let go.

The next morning, Yang Xiao met Wu Kong Monk outside the gate of the villa area. The other party was still relaxed, but his left hand with a missing little finger was a little uncomfortable. Wu Kong Monk clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Chu, let's go to another place to eat buns."

As the monk wished, the two changed to a breakfast shop. Wu Kong Monk had a good appetite and ate 7 meat buns in a row.

The proprietress stared at him from time to time, and even the boss who was chopping meat in the back kitchen was attracted by him and looked at him several times.

After waiting for a long time, no call came. Yang Xiao called Lian Jinshun and Che Xuexiang successively, but no one answered. But after calling Wen Chongxian, the phone rang beside him. Yang Xiao held the phone in one hand and looked at the monk Wu Kong opposite him in disbelief.

Monk Wukong didn't panic and was dissatisfied. After swallowing the gruel in his mouth, he reached out and took out a mobile phone from his pocket. While answering the phone, he said: "Hello?"

Yang Xiao was dumbfounded. Not only Yang Xiao, but also the proprietress who was watching the excitement couldn't help but sigh. Young people nowadays know how to play. They are obviously sitting across from each other and they insist on making a phone call. Is it possible that they are showing off that they have mobile phones?

"You..." Yang Xiao opened his eyes wide.

"The poor monk... took the wrong one." Monk Wukong said with a smile.

It was just that he took the wrong cell phone last time, but this time he actually took the wrong cell phone of Wen Chongxian. How is this possible?

But before Yang Xiao could ask further questions, he saw Monk Wukong standing up. After reciting "My Buddha's Mercy", he asked the boss to pack a cold beef and two beef pies for him to take away.

Yang Xiao also stood up and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to the hotel. I think it was because of the fault of the poor monk that Donor Wen didn't sleep all night last night." Wu Kong said in a calm and peaceful tone, "These packed meals are not for the poor monk, they are prepared for Donor Wen. I hope he has a good appetite."