Nightmare Apostle

"Wait a minute!" Wen Chongxian panicked, "My cell phone has been smashed, so how can we communicate with each other?"

"There is no need to contact you. If Sha Meihui doesn't die tonight, we will be the ones who die tomorrow." After a pause, Yang Xiao slowly exhaled, "If the mission cannot be completed tonight, then everyone will be happy tomorrow, each of us." Run for your life."

Wen Chongxian's heart was pounding, and if he was left to face Brother Lang's group of vicious men alone, the consequences would be disastrous.

When he got sick urgently, he sought medical treatment. Wen Chongxian also saw that Monk Wu Kong was a capable person, and immediately begged: "Master has a heart like a Bodhisattva. I will go to the villa to find you at dawn tomorrow!"

"How dare you come here and I'll break your legs!" Before Monk Wukong could speak, Yang Xiao immediately scolded him with a cold eyebrow. They couldn't protect themselves, and with Wen Chongxian as a burden, they might not even know how to die. of.

If tonight's plan fails, then tomorrow will be a battle royale, and if they are caught by Brother Lang, they will die.

"Wen Chongxian, don't worry, as long as each of us abides by Mr. Chu's proposal tonight, everything will be fine," Che Xuexiang comforted.

But looking at Wen Chongxian's desperate face, he didn't seem to be comforted.

At Yang Xiao's request, nine mobile phones were placed on the table one after another. Wen Chongxian looked bitter. He didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong.

Picking up the heavy enamel cup, Yang Xiao smashed it down hard. Within a few strokes, he broke his first mobile phone.

Then the second, the third - until the last one is left.

At this moment, Yang Xiao was also exhausted. This job was not as easy as it seemed, but he hesitated when faced with the last mobile phone. This last mobile phone belonged to Monk Wukong, and it was also broken from the beginning.

"There is no need to destroy this one. Buddhism is about fate. Master Wukong, please keep it as a souvenir." Yang Xiao grabbed the last mobile phone and put it into Monk Wukong's pocket.

"Amitabha." Monk Wukong recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

However, this scene aroused Wen Chongxian's suspicion, and he questioned: "Why do you want to keep one, right?"

Does this phone still work? "

Monk Wukong shut him up with just one action. He took out the mobile phone from his pocket, handed it to Wen Chongxian, and said sincerely: "I believe this mobile phone is destined to be Donor Wen."

"Yes, I think it's fate." Yang Xiao also followed suit.

This made Wen Chongxian unable to step down. He hurriedly explained that he had no ill intentions and was just curious.

Before leaving, Yang Xiao once again confirmed the arrangements for tonight with everyone. Not to use any phone or mobile phone, and not to open the door if anyone called. Everyone agreed.

After that, Yang Xiao and Monk Wu Kong left. They went back to the villa. Che Xuexiang also left. She went back to the rental house.

Only Wen Chongxian was left in room 9018 of the hotel, and now only four of them were left in the original team of nine.

After the taxi stopped, Yang Xiao and Yang Xiao got out of the car and stood in front of the gate of the villa area, looking at the setting sun on the horizon. A sense of sadness arose spontaneously, which seemed to foreshadow some kind of ending.

"Master Wukong, it's my turn to stay at the villa tonight. Do you think it's us together or just me?" Yang Xiao asked Monk Wukong's attitude.

Monk Wukong clasped his hands together and replied calmly: "The poor monk has the habit of eating midnight snacks. If the donor Chu can ask the poor monk to roast a duck and a pot of rice wine, the poor monk is willing to go with the donor Chu."

Yang Xiao glanced at the food stall across the street and replied, "I don't have roast duck. Can I roast duck?"

"Amitabha, I can make do with this poor monk." As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Wukong raised his legs and walked towards the roast duck shop across the street.

They chose a roasted duck that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and paired it with a bottle of rice wine. The two of them returned to the villa together and walked into the bedroom on the second floor. The monk didn't look at strangers at all, so he sat down and tore open the roasted duck into strips. Savor the duck legs carefully, and occasionally take a sip of rice wine, which makes Yang Xiao across from you greedy.

"Is it so delicious?" Yang Xiao found this monk more and more interesting and couldn't help but ask: "It is said that people in Buddhism attach great importance to spiritual practice and abstain from craving for food. Even the dragon liver and phoenix marrow tastes like chewing wax in the mouth. It is so precious. I will treat you like dust, you——————.”

Hearing this, Monk Wukong didn't even raise his head. He was pulling off the oily duck skin and stuffing it into his mouth. While chewing, he replied vaguely: "Who said that? The poor monk passed by thousands of temples. Why?" Have you ever seen a monk offering wax blocks of earth before the Buddha?”

"After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha kept it in his heart?" Yang Xiao picked up a roasted and crispy duck wing, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Unexpectedly, Monk Wukong raised his head and drank the remaining half bottle of rice wine in one gulp. He laughed with red cheeks and said: "If the poor monk is happy, the wine and meat will naturally pass through the intestines. If the poor monk is not happy, the Buddha can also pass through the intestines."

Hearing this, Yang Xiao didn't know what to say. The arrogance of the monk in front of him was simply beyond imagination. He couldn't help lowering his voice, "Monk, if you dare to speak like this when passing by another temple, I'm afraid you will be beaten out."

"No." Monk Wukong shook his head, "The Buddha in the hearts of the poor monks is not the same as the Buddha in their hearts.

We are not a family. "

"Oh?" Yang Xiao became interested, "Then which Buddha do you worship?"

After hearing this, Monk Wukong restrained his arrogant expression, clasped his hands, and looked at Yang Xiao silently. The two sides remained in a stalemate for more than ten seconds. Monk Wukong's eyes were as deep as the sea, and Yang Xiao felt uncomfortable looking at him.

"Master Wukong, forget it if you don't want to say it. You and I are destined to be together." Yang Xiao wanted to change this topic that made both parties uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Monk Wukong shook his head and sighed slowly.

"Let's talk about the mobile phone." Yang Xiao abruptly changed the subject and looked at the monk's jacket pocket. "This mobile phone was broken from the beginning. I was thinking that this might be some kind of hint."

"For example?" The monk's eyes were bright.

"I don't know, but it would be a pity if I smashed it, and I know it was just a fake act when you handed the phone to Wen Chongxian.

You know he doesn't dare to accept it. Yang Xiao said, "When I was smashing the phone, I noticed that you had no expression on the first few phones. Until I deliberately smashed the phone next to it, your eyes changed. Are you worried that I would throw this phone away?" A mobile phone was also smashed. "

"Why?" Yang Xiao asked, "What is so special about this phone?"

After a moment of silence, Monk Wukong, who was looking at him, suddenly spoke, but this first sentence calmed Yang Xiao, "This phone is not broken."

"What?!" Yang Xiao looked confused.

"On the first night I got this phone, around 12 midnight, the phone suddenly rang." Monk Wukong whispered.

Hearing this, Yang Xiao couldn't help but become nervous, "Who called?"

"There is an empty number on the other side." Monk Wu Kong looked at Yang Xiao with a transparent look.

In fact, Yang Xiao knew this was the result when he heard the phone ringing, but he still confirmed it out of habit.

"Ghost call—""

"I didn't answer the call. The call rang for about half a minute before hanging up." Monk Wukong introduced, "But I picked up the phone to check later and found that the phone was still broken."

Regarding the monk's choice not to answer, Yang Xiao expressed his understanding. After all, everyone's self-preservation comes first.

If you think about it from his perspective, Yang Xiao would not answer such an obvious call from a ghost.

"But why did you hide this from us?" Yang Xiao asked.

Hearing this, Monk Wukong frowned and looked unnaturally towards the door, "Because it's coming."

"Who's coming?"

"That ghost." Monk Wukong replied, "When I opened the door the next day, I saw a bloody footprint outside the door, with the toe of my shoe pointed at my door. At that time, I understood the footprint to be that ghost. A warning from a ghost, a warning to keep it secret.”

"But when I went back to the room to find some water and planned to come back to wash away the footprints, the footprints outside the door disappeared again.

It felt like an illusion. "

That ghost actually came to see Monk Wukong. This was something Yang Xiaojue didn't expect. No wonder Monk Wukong discovered that there might be something wrong with the phone so early. This was the most important reason.

The night got late, and it was past 10 o'clock. When it was close to 11:30, Yang Xiao suddenly heard something moving in the yard. He looked out through the gap in the curtains and saw a few figures climbing over the courtyard wall, and another one. The figure has already walked to the door outside the first floor of the villa.

Judging from the tall silhouettes of these people, they were Brother Lang and his group who had dealt with them before.

Sure enough, after not receiving the call at 11 o'clock, Sha Meihui became anxious and sent Brother Lang and others to find out. However, she could wait until this time to take action. Sha Meihui was really calm.

There was the sound of the door being opened downstairs. Yang Xiao knew that these people came with keys. They had the keys here. Sha Meihui had already prepared for this situation.

However, he and the monk were definitely no match for Brother Lang and others with their bare hands. If they really wanted to fight, they would definitely suffer.

However, Yang Xiao had already made up his mind. No matter what, he would definitely not take the initiative to call. Even if he was beaten to death by Brother Lang and the others, he would drag Sha Meihui to be buried with him.

"Brother Chu?" Brother Lang shouted from downstairs, "Little Master Wukong?"

There were also vigilant footsteps. After checking around the downstairs, these people began to go upstairs. After all, they had turned on all the lights that could be turned on in the villa. For a while, Brother Lang and the others didn't know where the two of them were hiding.

"Brother Chu, where are you? The boss is worried about you." Brother Lang stepped on the stairs, accompanied by the sound of rubbing against the wall.

Judging from the sound, it should be a sharp weapon such as a long knife, and the blade accidentally grazed the wall.

Just when Yang Xiao held his breath, grabbed a fruit knife, hid it behind the door and planned to fight them, suddenly,

A harsh ringtone rang behind him, making Yang Xiao break into a cold sweat.

Monk Wukong took out his old mobile phone from his pocket with a solemn expression. The mobile phone, which could not be turned on at first, was vibrating like crazy. The small black and white screen flashed back and forth, but the caller ID showed an empty number.

Ghost call——·

The footsteps of Brother Lang and the others who were going upstairs instantly accelerated, almost three steps at a time and two steps at a time. They rushed up and started to knock on the door.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!" Brother Wolf roared through the door, "You two damn bastards, how dare you play tricks on me, call the boss now, immediately!!"

The bedroom was just a wooden door, not very strong, and was about to be opened. At the critical moment, Monk Wukong pressed the answer button.

Holding my breath, there was a crackling sound on the other end of the phone, and there was a faint sound of heavy and slow breathing, like the cry of a dying person.

Apart from that, nothing happened. The door had been opened through a gap. Then, under Yang Xiao's nervous gaze, the wooden door was opened with a bang, and several hurried footsteps rushed in instantly. .

But Yang Xiao was dumbfounded. He looked out the empty door, at a loss for what to do.

He only heard footsteps but saw no one.

The footsteps rushed back and forth in the room, even passing through Yang Xiao's position several times. The roars of Brother Lang and the others were deafening, right in this bedroom, or to be precise, right in my ears!

At the same time, the table in the bedroom was inexplicably overturned, the chairs were overturned, and even the bed was lifted.

The bathroom door was opened and closed repeatedly in front of their eyes, even the curtains were torn down, and the window was pushed open. It felt as if someone was pulling the window handle and looking out.

"Brother Wolf, there's no one outside!" A roar came from the window.

"Asshole! The information Xie San gave is false. They didn't come back at all tonight!"

Brother Lang's roar was right behind Yang Xiao, but there was nothing there!

Yang Xiao didn't know how to describe the feeling in front of him. He had a sense of confusion in time and space, as if he and the monk were in different timelines at the same place as Brother Lang and others.

And all of this undoubtedly came from the phone call that Monk Wukong answered.

“Dong dong dong—..”

Brother Lang and the others left quickly, and Yang Xiao could hear their footsteps rushing downstairs. They came and went like the wind, leaving only a mess in the bedroom.

However, the sound of footsteps became noticeably less when they got downstairs. There were originally 5 or 6 people, but after they ran out of the door, only 3 were left.

4. This method is too low-level. Yang Xiao has seen too many people. Someone must be hiding downstairs without leaving.

At this moment, Yang Xiao looked at Monk Wukong, but the monk remained motionless and kept answering the phone.

He picked up the phone with one hand and put it to his ear. At the same time, his face changed slightly, and his expression changed from complicated to clear.

"Damn it!" Not long after, a curse came from downstairs, it was Brother Lang's voice, "It's actually raining!"

"Yes, it's raining heavily!" A younger brother echoed.

It’s raining.—·

Yang Xiao approached the window and looked outside through the window. There was no sign of rain.

At this moment, Yang Xiao seemed to realize something. He leaned over and listened to the phone with the monk. On the other end of the phone, he heard the sound of wind and rain, as well as waves of unknown sobbing sounds, which made people shudder.

It's raining in the world across the phone, and it's also raining in the world where Brother Lang and the others are.

"Um?

"What is it? Hurry and get out of the way!"

Yang Xiao suddenly heard an exclamation coming from downstairs, followed by screams, messy footsteps and sounds of running away. At the same time, they heard a loud rumbling sound on the phone, and the sound came at extremely fast speeds. The speed increased from far to near, as if a large truck full of dirt was heading here.

"Bang!"

It was the muffled sound of flesh and blood colliding with the front of the car.