Nightmare Apostle

Skin peeled, flesh pulled out, tendons pulled out, hair and scalp pulled out, Sha Meihui soon couldn't scream, she died of pain, these hellish scenes deeply stimulated Wen Chongxian, frightened him into a trance.

The "whoosh" laughter echoed in his ears, fierce and happy, the laughter came from Wang Zhongli's broken mouth.

"Pah!"

The mirror fragments that floated out of thin air fell to the ground, and the residue splashed around Wen Chongxian, like a red-hot iron, making him panic.

Fourteen years ago, the humiliation suffered in the school bathroom was completely released at this moment, and Wang Zhongli returned it to Sha Meihui with interest.

Through the screen fragments, Wen Chongxian, curled up in the corner, didn't dare to breathe. He saw a ghost hand holding Sha Meihui's head, and the twisted body in a blue skirt, stepping on high heels, limped away one by one.

The once dull sound of high heels became brisk at this moment. Although the bloody scene was not appropriate, in this small bathroom, Wang Zhongli completed his redemption.

As the sound of high heels gradually faded away, Wen Chongxian also came back to his senses little by little. He mustered up the courage to slowly crawl towards the door, because just now, at the moment when the sound of high heels completely disappeared, his heart was inspired by an inexplicable force.

He couldn't describe the feeling. In short, the feeling made him feel safe, peaceful, and the taste of home.

At 12 o'clock, in the villa, Yang Xiao and Wu Kong monk stood side by side. The two stood in the living room on the first floor, facing the bedroom. Now the bedroom door on the first floor, which was tightly closed, had quietly opened a gap. Gray fog surged behind the gap, and there was a strange light in the fog.

This was a signal to leave. Sure enough, at 12 o'clock, no one among them called, and Sha Meihui was the one who died.

Wang Zhongli went to find her, and the result can be imagined.

"Amitabha, good and evil will be rewarded, and Sha Meihui's fate is her own fault." Monk Wukong folded his hands, "Donor Chu, you and I will say goodbye now."

"Wait!" Yang Xiao called Monk Wukong, "Master Wukong, I still have something unclear, I hope you can give me an answer."

Monk Wukong, who had already walked to the door, stopped and turned slowly, "Donor Chu wants to ask where the third fate with me came from."

"That's right!"

"Donor, you look a bit like an old friend of mine." Monk Wukong looked peaceful, and his tone was calm without a trace of ripples.

Yang Xiao hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

"Tu Jingzhe."

Yang Xiao was unfamiliar with this name, but before he could ask in detail, Monk Wukong had already turned and walked into the door, his figure disappeared in the mist.

Yang Xiao no longer hesitated and left this world immediately.

The moment he walked into the mist, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him, Yang Xiao stepped into the air, and the whole person fell down uncontrollably.

With a strange feeling of dizziness, time and space all lost their meaning at this moment, and he soon lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao woke up in a daze. He was lying on the floor, and the surroundings were arranged as usual. He was still in Xiangma Town, Nie's Teahouse.

Standing up, he first checked the surroundings, and there was nothing strange. Sitting on the sofa, Yang Xiao closed his eyes and recalled the details of the mission. He thought that the resentful eye was taken by the monk Wu Kong this time.

It's no big deal, as long as the person is alive. If he wants the resentful eye, he can rob it, buy and sell it, and the cost-effectiveness is higher than the mission.

Compared with the mission itself, the young monk who called himself Wu Kong left a deeper impression on him.

This person is definitely not an ordinary person, and he said he looks like an old friend of his.

"Tu Jingzhe...:

Yang Xiao remembered this name and planned to use it as a breakthrough to find out who this monk Wu Kong was.

He found his phone and there was a message from Ling Yanyu, saying that he was waiting downstairs and had a major discovery to report.

After washing his face with cold water to make himself look more energetic, Yang Xiao walked downstairs with steady steps. When he turned the corner of the stairs, he just saw Ling Yanyu sitting up from the sofa on the first floor and facing him respectfully.

"Master, I sorted out the intelligence of the three families last night and found that there was a suspected contact station of the Yuyuan Sect to the west of Xiangma Town." Ling Yanyu had cleared out all the irrelevant people inside and outside the yard in advance, and now there were only the two of them.

Yang Xiao sat on the sofa and waved his hand for Ling Yanyu to sit down, "Tell me in detail. "

Ling Yanyu didn't dare to sit down, only half of his butt was sitting, his upper body straight, leaning towards Yang Xiao, "It's like this, this contact station is located in a remote and relatively secretive location, and there are not many people, only a dozen or so, led by a guy named Hao Laojiu, who has a mask with the word "Yuan". This person is usually very low-key and rarely makes enemies. "

"Yuyuan Sect uses this place as a foothold to trade with the Peace Hotel." Yang Xiao thought and analyzed.

"Yes, I think so too." Ling Yanyu nodded.

"Where is the specific location?"

"Xinjin Pawnshop in the west of the town, Hao Laojiu is the owner of this pawnshop, and his people are all clerks." Ling Yanyu took a brown paper bag from his hand and handed it over respectfully with both hands, "I have written down the details in it, please take a look, Master. "

Taking the paper bag, Yang Xiao nodded with satisfaction, "Yan Yu, you did a good job on this matter. You should pay more attention to the affairs of the sect when I am not around. Our Sun Moon Sect is a newly established gang. The front is full of cats and the back is full of dogs. The personnel composition is complicated. Even the Snake Guardian and the Cloud Guardian are half-way monks, but you are different. You are my person. You can understand what I mean."

"Understood! My life was given by the leader. I will definitely work hard to serve the leader!" Ling Yanyu said firmly.

"Well, you go down first."

After Ling Yanyu left, Yang Xiao opened the brown paper bag and took out some paper from it. There were also a few photos sandwiched in the middle of the paper. He quickly browsed the contents on it. Yang Xiao probably knew it well. He decided to touch it tonight and take a look.

Because of the incident with the soul-capturing mirror, he and the Yuyuan Sect were completely at odds, and they would definitely fight to the death in the future. He decided to secretly pull out the Yuyuan Sect's communication station, and if he was lucky, he would grab two more tongues to interrogate Yuyuan. Zong's intelligence, as long as his hands and feet are clean enough, no one will be able to suspect him in killing people and setting fires in places like Thieves Town.

According to the information, only Hao Laojiu is an apostle, and he is still a weakling at the resentment level. Yang Xiao estimates that he is at the level of a captain, and the rest are ordinary thugs, not worth mentioning.

But this is only the apparent combat power. According to Yang Xiao's understanding of the Yuyuan Sect, there must be a backer behind this group of people.

Otherwise, just these guys, if they want to gain a foothold in the mixed-race Thieves Town, there is still a little bit of fire left, and they just don’t know who is in charge here.