Nightmare Apostle

In pain, Sha Meihui turned the gun. Wen Chongxian wanted to hold down Sha Meihui's right hand holding the gun, but it was too late. After two shots, one shot scratched Sha Meihui's own face and hit her in the room. On the ceiling, another shot wounded Wen Chongxian's left arm.

"Bitch, go to hell!" Wen Chongxian hit Sha Meihui in the face with his right elbow, grabbed the gun, and put it on Sha Meihui's stomach. With murderous intent in his eyes, he directly pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. The expected bullet came out and the gun was empty.

It was close to midnight. Wen Chongxian dropped his gun and crawled quickly along the ground toward the door. He wanted to leave here. According to Yang Xiao's previous analysis, as long as no one called tonight, the ghost would come to see Sha Meihui. , he didn’t want to bring disaster to Chi Yu.

In fact, he was impulsive just now. Regardless of whether there were bullets in the gun, he should not aim at Sha Meihui. If he really killed her, he would probably make Wang Zhongli unhappy. After all, he had been waiting for this day for too long.

He had tried to crawl as fast as he could, but after all, someone was a step ahead of him. He heard the sound of bullets being loaded from behind. When he turned around, he saw Sha Meihui standing up unsteadily with blood on her face and a crooked nose. He still had the gun.

After seeing Sha Meihui throw away an empty magazine, Wen Chongxian collapsed. He did not expect that Sha Meihui actually brought a spare magazine.

"Chirp!"

A bullet flew past his scalp, scaring Wen Chongxian to the point of numbness. Fortunately, the shot missed. After all, Sha Meihui couldn't stand firm after receiving so many heavy punches.

At this moment, crawling towards the door a few meters away was a living target, and he was certain to die. So before the second shot was fired, Wen Chongxian decisively knocked open the bathroom door and crawled in quickly. However, he was still a step too slow and was shot in the butt. superior.

His left arm, right leg, and butt were shot one after another. Wen Chongxian had a lot of snot and tears. He didn't expect being shot to be so painful. After all, he watched the anti-war drama where the heroine was shot, and she still managed to talk to the hero for half an episode. in love.

Sha Meihui held on to the wall and chased him on her knees. The bathroom door was already locked. She roughly judged Wen Chongxian's position and fired another shot through the door.

The shot missed Wen Chongxian who was hiding behind the wall, but it shattered the mirror and the fragments flew, scratching Wen Chongxian's face.

In one minute at most, when Sha Meihui opens the weak wooden door, he will die.

"Open the door and I'll spare your life!" Sha Meihui's voice changed. After all, two front teeth were knocked out.

"Fuck you!" Wen Chongxian yelled, and now he was willing to risk everything. Even if he died today, he would have to drag this bitch to be buried with him.

"Chirp!" He responded with another shot.

But the next second, Wen Chongxian's body trembled, and he suddenly heard a cell phone ringing right outside the door.

Sha Meihui's cell phone rang.

"Bang!"

It was the sound of the phone falling to the ground. Sha Meihui dropped the phone, and then there was the sound of kicking and stamping on the phone.

Immediately afterwards, many cell phone ringtones rang in the room at the same time, and the ringtones became faster and faster, like a death note.

It was the cell phones that had been smashed before, and all these broken cell phones rang.

The ghost is coming....

Wen Chongxian didn't dare to move, huddled in the bathroom, and at this moment, Sha Meihui's desperate scream came from outside the door.

Sha Meihui, who rushed out of the room, stood in the corridor with her eyes wide open in horror. She saw... a twisted human figure standing upside down on the ceiling at the end, walking towards her step by step.

The figure was wearing a blue skirt and red high heels. Her damp long hair was spread out, covering half of her face. Through the damp long hair, the vaguely exposed blood-colored eye stared at her, and the resentment in the eyes was shocking.

It's him!

It must be him!

The impact of this scene on Sha Meihui was unprecedented. She bit the tip of her tongue and planned to run behind her. There was a living person in the room. That was her last chance.

But Sha Meihui rushed to the bathroom door and slammed the door hard. She was dumbfounded. She didn't expect that the door was so fragile. Second...: The second bathroom was empty!

Where are people?

Sha Meihui was confused. Where was Wen Chongxian? He was shot several times and was seriously injured. There was still blood in the corner, but he just disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

At this moment, from Wen Chongxian's perspective, the scene in front of him was equally difficult to understand. He heard a burst of fierce footsteps, and then the door was knocked open. Just when he thought he was about to take a bullet, he realized that there was no Sammy at all. The shadow of wisdom.

What's even weirder is that he can hear footsteps and Sha Meihui's violent breathing. He can feel that Sha Meihui is right in front of him!

But you can't see it in front of you, this horse riding is even more terrifying!

Wen Chongxian's first feeling was that Sha Meihui was dead. She had turned into a ghost to seek revenge on him. The only courage he had left at the moment disappeared. He was just an ordinary person. He hugged himself tightly and just wanted to go home.

At the same time, Sha Meihui, who couldn't find Wen Chongxian anywhere, was dumbfounded. Then, a chill instantly swept through her body. She rushed to the window, pulled open the heavy blackout curtains, and saw only the outside. It rained heavily in the world.

The rain curtain blocked everything and swallowed up the nearby high-rise buildings. It seemed that only she and Wang Zhongli were left in the whole world, who was pressing closer.

She turned her head and stared at the door, the muzzle of the gun raised. It was impossible for her to sit still and wait for death. She was waiting.

Waiting for Wang Zhongli to appear.

The corridor was quiet.

"Tick tock."

A drop of water fell on Sha Meihui's face, leaving a bone-chilling chill. She subconsciously raised her head and faced the broken face standing upside down under the ceiling.

The next second, a dim light shone from behind her, and she couldn't open her eyes for a while. An old-fashioned blue truck drove straight out of the rain curtain, passed through the window without any hindrance, hit Sha Meihui, and knocked her out.

Sha Meihui was not dead, and she still had a breath left. She was dragged into the bathroom step by step by a hand pulling her hair.

Her eyes were covered with blood, and she could hardly see anything. She could only vaguely see that the person dragging her was wearing a blue skirt.

"Da."

"Da."

"Da."

The high heels hit the ground again and again, making a dull sound. The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, but this sound was the final judgment of her life in Sha Meihui's ears.

"Kill me... Please... Please kill me immediately....

Sha Meihui, lying on the ground, knew that she was doomed to die, and she uttered weak pleas, but no one cared. In the bathroom, Wen Chongxian, who had no idea what was happening, dared not breathe. He huddled in a corner, and saw a sharp mirror fragment floating up from the ground, swaying, as if controlled by an invisible ghost hand. Then, the mirror swiftly stabbed downward, and Sha Meihui's screams were heard at the corresponding position.

Then the angle of the lens changed again, up and down. Moving, trembling constantly, the inhuman screams made Wen Chongxian shudder, mixed with the sound of cloth being torn.

Wen Chongxian covered his mouth tightly, shaking like a sieve. From his angle, he could just see a piece of mobile phone screen fragments that fell at the door of the bathroom.

Through the reflection of the screen, he saw a twisted ghost hand pulling Sha Meihui's hair to hang her up, using the lens to scrape her flesh like a spoon.

Again and again, the ghost hand moved very slowly, and the scraped flesh hung below like unbroken pencil skin, and as the body twitched, the scene was bloody.