Nightmare Apostle

Some people were violently knocked out, and those who survived were also running for their lives in a hurry. For a while, there were cries and wailings.

There is also the sound of bones and flesh being crushed by wheels, and the sound of running in the mud, as if the villa no longer exists, but is replaced by an endless, endless mud road, and a truck is killing everyone on the mud road. .

Thoughts wandering back, rainy nights, mud roads, large trucks... these were exactly what Wang Zhongli experienced before his death, and now,

It's just a tragedy happening again.

Through a strange phone call, Wang Zhongli pulled Brother Lang and others into the rainy night before his death.

With the last crushing, the faint moaning suddenly stopped, and the only sound left on the other end of the phone was the whistling of the wind and the splashing of rain.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but hold his breath and tensed up, trying to minimize his presence.

Not long after, the stopped truck restarted, its heavy body rolling over the muddy road. The sound suddenly faded away, and the call ended.

Slowly putting down the phone in his hand, Monk Wukong remained silent. The screen light went out and the phone returned to its original state.

This is a broken phone, only a ghost can get through.

There was deathly silence downstairs at this moment. Yang Xiao waited for a few minutes before he had the courage to walk down the stairs. There was a corpse leaning at the corner. The corpse was lying on the ground in a strange posture, with half of its head smashed. The wall There was also a large pool of red and white things. Based on the man’s death, it can be imagined that the man was hit by a truck near the gate of the villa.

He flew far away and smashed his head against the wall.

The man was undoubtedly dead the moment he was hit by the truck. He was a body before he flew here.

The hall was even more of a hellish scene. The death of the man at the corner was already the best. The rest of the people were either hit with their limbs separated or crushed by the wheels. Yang Xiao was able to recognize them only by relying on the leather jacket on his body. Brother Wolf's body.

Brother Lang was almost spread out, as if he had been rolled out several times with the largest millstone. The scene had the same effect as Yang Xiao's use of a whisk to reduce dimensionality.

Looking at Brother Lang's crushed face, an inappropriate sentence popped up in Yang Xiao's mind.

What’s even more weird is that there are only smashed and crushed bodies, while the rest of the furnishings in the living room, such as tea tables, bookshelves, sofas, etc., are all intact.

"Good!" Looking down at the house on the ground, Monk Wukong clasped his hands together and said loudly.

About ten minutes ago, almost at the same time that Brother Lang rushed into the villa, there was also movement in the hotel.

The door of an inconspicuous guest room on the 10th floor opened, and a woman wearing light clothes and sneakers quietly walked out of the room.

The woman wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled down to cover the upper half of her face. She also wore a mask and hurried down the stairs, holding a black cloth bag in her hand.

The room occupancy rate in the hotel was not high, and the corridor was quiet. The woman quickly went down to the 9th floor, walked lightly, came to the door of room 9018, and put her face against the door to eavesdrop.

It was very quiet inside the door, as if no one was there, but then the woman raised her watch and looked at the time, then took out a key from her coat pocket, took a deep breath, inserted the key and opened the door in one go, and rushed into the room.

At this moment, Wen Chongxian was sitting on the sofa with a sad face. When he saw someone rushing in, he was so frightened that he trembled and jumped up from the sofa. He thought that a ghost had come to the door and shouted in panic: "Don't, don't kill me." !”

The next second, a black gun pointed at Wen Chongxian, "What are you doing? Why don't you call?!"

Wen Chongxian heard the woman's voice, "You...you are Sha, no, you are Fei Rou!"

"Sure enough, you have already guessed my identity." The eyes under the brim of the hat showed cold light, "Yes, I am Sha Meihui who escaped back then. Now, take your mobile phone and call me, right away!!"

"Otherwise I'll shoot you to death!" Sha Meihui stopped acting. Tonight was the last night. As long as it passed 12 o'clock tonight, she would be safe.

Wen Chongxian was not a fool. He did not dare to anger Sha Meihui, who had a gun in his hand, so he could only delay as much time as possible, "Miss Sha, you...don't shoot. This is a hotel. Once you shoot, everyone will be dead. You can't run away either!"

"Don't play tricks on me. I've taken over several rooms nearby. Even if I shoot, no one will know." After saying this, Sha Meihui took out a silencer from the black cloth bag on her wrist and turned it on. On the muzzle of the gun, this time it is foolproof.

I didn't expect this woman to have such a thorough plan. Wen Chongxian greeted her family's eighteen generations of ancestors in her heart, but she still had a smile on her face, "Miss Sha, you and I have no complaints in the past, and we have no regrets in recent times. In my opinion. ．

"Chirp!"

The moment Sha Meihui pulled the trigger, Wen Chongxian felt severe pain in his right leg, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably, wailing in pain.

"I say it again, call me on your mobile phone, otherwise...I'll shoot you to death!" Sha Meihui's patience was exhausted and she ran out of time.

At this moment, Wen Chongxian was in trouble. He didn't dare to say that his phone was smashed by that little bastard Yang Xiao, otherwise Sha Meihui would definitely not let him go.

"Where is your cell phone?" Sha Meihui asked loudly, pointing the gun at Wen Chongxian's lower body, as if planning to pull the trigger the next second.

"Yes, there is a cell phone!" Wen Chongxian quickly raised his hand to indicate that he had surrendered. Then he dragged his disabled leg and crawled to the closet, pushing the closet door open. There was indeed a cell phone inside, but they were all smashed by Yang Xiao. Wen Chongxian collected all the broken cell phones and brought them to this haunted house No. 9018. He just thought that it might be useful.

Seeing that the cell phones were all smashed, Sha Meihui almost collapsed emotionally, and the hand holding the gun trembled violently. In order to prevent these people from playing tricks tonight, she specially arranged for Brother Lang and others to come to the door, in fact, to let them explore the way.

But soon after entering the villa, Brother Lang and his group had no news. Sha Meihui guessed that something must have happened. While the ghost was slaughtering Brother Lang and his group, Sha Meihui immediately set out to find Wen Chongxian who was staying in the same hotel.

"Don't be impulsive, there is a good one in here! I'll fix it soon!" Wen Chongxian took out a relatively intact cell phone from it, but I don't know if he didn't hold it firmly or his hand was shaking, and the cell phone fell to the ground again, very close to Sha Meihui.

Seeing Sha Meihui squatting down to pick up the phone, Wen Chongxian took out a battery from a pile of mobile phone debris and handed it to Sha Meihui, "Try to put the battery in."

Just when Sha Meihui reached out her hand with doubt, Wen Chongxian suddenly smashed the battery into her face, then grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. Sha Meiyi was caught off guard and lost her balance and fell to the ground.

He held her hair with his left hand and punched her face with his right hand. The first punch broke her nose and blood gushed out of Sha Meihui's mouth and nose.