Nightmare Apostle

Returning to Nie's teahouse, he gagged the man and threw him into the mirror world. As for the silver box containing the kitchen knife, Yang Xiao was worried and put it on the table.

In addition to the clothes worn by Taoist Xiao Jingfeng, he also had a waist drum and Hao Laojiu's ivory-handled dagger.

The waist drum comes from the City God Master. As the drum sounds, the City God can be summoned to become stronger and stronger. As long as the mental power is enough, the enemy can be exhausted. However, the shortcomings are also obvious. As soon as the drum stops, the City God will be summoned. He will turn around and kill his master.

The efficacy of Hao Laojiu's ivory-handled dagger is unknown, but Yang Xiao is not very interested in this magical weapon in the hands of the resentful apostle.

Tightening the curtains and locking the door, Yang Xiao opened the silver box like a baby, picked up the rusty kitchen knife, looked up and down, left and right, but no matter how he looked, he didn't look like he had the ghost-level magic weapon in his mind. , just threw this thing into the vegetable market, no one picked it up.

When I got closer and smelled it, the smell of blood on the knife was pungent, but if I were a little further away, I couldn't smell it at all.

I rummaged through the silver box and couldn't find any instructions or user manuals. Since I could spend such a high price in exchange for this kitchen knife, the owner of the Shangmen Sect must know the value of this item. Considering the current relationship between the two parties, , it is unrealistic to want to know from this person.

Yang Xiao planned to explore on his own first. If there was no other way, he would use the young man as a bargaining chip to bargain with the other party.

"The phone on Yu's desk vibrated. He picked it up and checked it. It was a message from Beibei, informing him to go back to the office tomorrow afternoon. Someone from the Provincial Office has come to investigate all the investigation team members from the seven offices in Rongcheng. Take a deep dive to test your mental strength.

Yang Xiao's first reaction was that this was aimed at him. Maybe it was a trap set by Huang Guochao and Qu Muzhi. However, Beibei said that this was an annual routine and was closely related to job classification and general promotion of professional titles.

The day passed quickly, and Yang Xiao planned to rest for another night and return to Rongcheng the next morning.

Treasures like kitchen knives cannot be stored in the mirror world. Yang Xiao originally wanted to sleep with the box in his arms, but after much deliberation, he still placed the silver box containing the kitchen knives on the bedside table so that he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.

He was very tired in the past few days. Yang Xiao fell asleep not long after he lay down. However, he didn't know how long it had passed before he heard a strange friction sound in his daze.

"Cha" Cha waited until Yang Xiao heard it and immediately became alert. The voice sounded like... ． It's like someone is sharpening a knife.

What was even more disturbing was that the sound of sharpening the knife was very close to him, just a door away, right outside his bedroom door.

There was darkness all around, and in the silent night there was only the sound of sharpening a knife. The sound became faster and faster, and the knife naturally became sharper.

Holding his breath, he slowly reached out to touch the light switch. The switch was touched, but several times in a row, the light did not come on. To say that there was a power outage was to deceive himself. Yang Xiao knew that this was because his spiritual constitution was triggered, and he ran into it again. A supernatural event.

He reached out and touched the bedside table little by little. He touched an open metal box, which was empty.

The source was found and the kitchen knife was lost.

Through the friction sound coming from outside the door, Yang Xiao even imagined a picture in his mind, where a ghost was facing away from him.

Squatting on the ground outside the door, he sharpened his knife. The rusty kitchen knife was now shiny and its edge was so sharp that it could split a big man in half with one strike.

Fortunately, Yang Xiao kept an eye on it. Recently, he kept his backpack beside the bed, within reach of his hand. But when he reached out to touch the place in his memory, he found nothing. All the opera robes underneath were gone.

Yang Xiao cursed in his heart, but still got up little by little, got out of bed, and walked towards the bedroom door with his hands and feet.

The door was ajar, leaving just a gap. Through the dim light that came from nowhere, Yang Xiao saw a strong man dressed as a butcher, with his back to him, squatting outside the door, holding a kitchen knife in both hands in a dark space. repeatedly polished on the stone.

“The sound of grinding knives gives people goosebumps.

But just as Yang Xiao was stunned, the sound of sharpening knives outside the door disappeared, and the man dressed as a butcher also disappeared. Moving closer to the crack of the door, Yang Xiao used the faint light to search the living room until he heard a slight rubbing sound. .

The friction sound was so light that it would not have been noticed if the surroundings were not too quiet. From top to bottom, it was the blade of a dull knife scratching across the wall.

Yang Xiao didn't dare to move at all, Wen Shi broke out in cold sweat and wet his back because the sound came from behind him.

"Boom."

"Boom."

Someone was tapping the wall with the back of a heavy knife, one after another. Yang Xiao thought that instead of being scared to death, it would be better to figure out the other party's purpose. He slowly turned around and saw a person standing against the wall.

This man was broad-shouldered and round-waisted, two meters tall. He was bare-chested and wore a dirty, tattered apron in front of him. He was holding a rusty kitchen knife in his left hand. He exuded an overbearing evil aura. The exposed skin was covered with scars, both old and new, with the new scars stacked on top of the old scars. Even the face with the beard was in tatters.

Yang Xiao could not imagine what kind of suffering a person would have to endure to become like the person in front of him, and these injuries...

The next second, the butcher raised the kitchen knife in his hand and chopped it down in Yang Xiao's horrified eyes, chopping it on the butcher's own right arm. The broken blade was not sharp, and the blade was only half embedded, failing to cut off the right arm, but at the same time, Yang Xiao screamed, he stumbled back, his back hit the door, at this moment his right arm was bleeding, only half of it was left, and the other half of the arm with the palm fell to the ground, the scene was bloody.

Then, in Yang Xiao's desperate eyes, the butcher raised the kitchen knife again and chopped his neck diagonally.

Yang Xiao suddenly got up and woke up from his dream, and found that he was still lying on the bed. At this moment, he was holding the bed, gasping for breath, and the quilt and pillow towel were also soaked with cold sweat.

Dream.....

It's the same dream again....

The last time I dreamed of the little girl in red, but the horror was far less direct than this time. The pressure brought to me by the ghost butcher was much more terrible than that of Pingxi Hou.

After catching his breath, Yang Xiao got out of bed and turned on the light. Sure enough, the silver box on the bedside table was opened, and the kitchen knife inside was missing.

The backpack beside the bed was still there. At this moment, the backpack zipper was unzipped, and a delicately crafted red cuff was pulled out, pointing just at the bedside table.

Pulling out the robe to check, as expected, there was a new pattern on the red side of the robe.

The pattern was vivid, embroidered with colorful silk thread, and the shape was quite ancient, it was a rusty kitchen knife.