Nightmare Apostle

"What's strange?" Zhang Songde was anxious, "Explain it clearly!"

"I... I don't know, the distance is a bit far, but... but they seem to be dancing and looking at the sky." Fang Zhou tried to delay time.

"Do you feel something is wrong?" Lou Huiyang lowered his voice. He was a cautious person. He stood at the table, a little distance away from Fang Zhou, and looked up and down behind Fang Zhou with vigilant eyes, trying to confirm whether there was anything abnormal.

"What do you mean?" Fang Zhou turned his head and asked.

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Before Lou Huiyang could speak, Fang Zhou, who was squatting behind the door, was pushed down, "Get out of the way, this is none of your business!"

After confirming that there was no problem, Zhang Songde pushed Fang Zhou away roughly. Now he was more confused than before. Sure enough, his guess was right.

Whatever he couldn't see or speak was fake. It was a trick of Xiang Fengchen, the old bad guy.

There was one thing he didn't say. In fact, not long after he came back, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. He felt cold all over. He didn't know if there was something wrong with him or the house, but now he was sure that he had found the reason. It was Xiang Fengchen and the other two guys who did it.

There was no door god on their door. In fact, the three of them were stared at by ghosts tonight. They didn't want to die, so they diverted the trouble to others, and even called it for everyone's good.

Zhang Songde secretly rejoiced that he was careful, otherwise he would not know how he died.

Replacing Fang Zhou with a crouch behind the door, Zhang Songde looked out through the crack of the door. Sure enough, there were two figures in the corner of the courtyard.

One was Xiang Fengchen, and the other was Nalan Shuo. The two looked very strange, one standing and the other squatting, with the well behind them.

After looking around for a while, Zhang Songde had not yet found Yang Xiao's figure. It was unclear whether he was hiding or had not come out at all.

The guess in his heart was further verified. The ghost that came to them tonight was the ghost in the well. The "click-click" footsteps last night left a deep impression on him.

There was also a dark red light near the wellhead. Zhang Songde understood that it was a burning incense. He guessed that the old guy Xiang Fengchen wanted to lead the ghost in the well out.

"Instead of exorcising ghosts, they attracted ghosts. There is indeed a problem!"

Zhang Songde moved his face closer, hoping to see more clearly, but the opposite happened. The picture he saw became more and more blurred.

Not long after, when he realized that something was wrong, he couldn't even tell who was who between Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo. The two figures were like two balls of blurred ink, and their limbs became blurred.

Something was wrong... Zhang Songde realized later that the problem didn't seem to be with the people outside. He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and then he found that the corners of his eyes were wetted by water at some point. It felt wet to the touch. He rubbed his fingers and it was still a little sticky.

This was not tears or water, but a disgusting mucus, like the kind on fish, and it was this mucus that blinded his eyes.

Zhang Songde was shocked. He didn't remember ever touching this kind of thing. What was even more terrifying was that the mucus was cold and could not be cleaned no matter how he cleaned it. Soon, his face and neck were full of mucus. It felt like something was pouring on him.

Zhang Songde was completely panicked and turned to Fang Zhou Lou Huiyang for help. However, he couldn't say a word even if he opened his mouth. The mucus blocked his throat, as if it had life, and kept drilling into his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

The scene that appeared in Fang Zhou Lou Huiyang's eyes at this moment was even more terrifying. The two were frightened and retreated again and again. They saw a bloated ghost behind Zhang Songde. Two arms that were swollen and white from being soaked were wrapped around Zhang Songde's neck from behind. The huge body was like a broken sack "hanging" on Zhang Songde.

Disgusting, smelly mucus kept dripping from the rotten corpse, like candle wax, and it soaked Zhang Songde's head and body.

"Save me, save...:..." Zhang Songde dragged the corpse and walked towards Fang Zhou step by step with difficulty. His vision became increasingly blurred.

He only saw an illusory shadow.

His pupils gradually collapsed. If he broke the door and rushed out at this moment, he would find that his miserable appearance at this time was exactly the same as the door god outside the door.

The door god's eyes were blind and wet.

The flame of the candle on the table trembled for no reason. As the candlelight was lowered, it turned into a terrifying green color in the next second. At the same time, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the sound of water splashing was heard behind him.

Lou Huiyang's expression changed drastically, and Fang Zhou's face was even more pale. In the dark corner where the candlelight could not reach, a well appeared out of thin air.

The well mouth was still covered with dead leaves and dirt. It was the well in the yard, but it was not exactly the same. This well was obviously newer.

The well rope was wrapped around it, and the wheel frame on the well was not as dilapidated as it is now. This should be the well from decades ago, or even longer ago.

At this moment, Zhang Songde was almost completely blind. The cold mucus corroded his right eye, but with his last breath, he was still trying his best to walk towards Fang Zhou. Every step he took on the ground made a "click" sound.

The remaining reason told him that the only way to survive today was Fang Zhou. As long as he could catch Fang Zhou, maybe he could survive.

Although there was only a little chance, he had to fight for it. Of course, the greater possibility was to drag Fang Zhou to death.

Even if he died, he had to drag someone with him, otherwise he would not be willing.

In fact, it didn't matter who he pulled, Lou Huiyang would be fine, but he was an old player, so he might not be so easy to deal with. Fortunately, the blurry figure not far away was scared and motionless. Zhang Songde used up his last strength and finally moved his stiff body forward and hugged Fang Zhou.

He also heard the sound of water. After being hugged by the ghost, he seemed to have some subtle connection with the well. He could sense that the ghost was going to drag him into the well, and all he could do was to throw Fang Zhou in first.

In the missions he encountered, the ghost could only kill one person at a time. After using Fang Zhou to fill it up, he might have a chance to survive.

At the moment of death, Zhang Songde burst out with amazing perseverance. Fang Zhou in his arms kept struggling, but still couldn't break free. Zhang Songde's slippery and cold arms tightened Fang Zhou's body, and the force was so great that he could even hear the sound of broken bones.

"Almost, almost!" Zhang Songde dragged his two wet and cold legs, dragging Fang Zhou towards the well mouth little by little. Now he was completely blind, and his broken eyeballs were dripping like broken eggs.

At this moment, the desire to survive overwhelmed everything. He couldn't see the parallel port, but he could sense its location. The gloomy and cold feeling was real, and he could hear the sound of water rushing, as if it was urging him to die.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and Fang Zhou in his arms seemed to accept his fate and stopped struggling. Everything was going as Zhang Songde expected. He moved his feet with difficulty and finally came to the well mouth. He didn't know where this well led to. There was an extremely cold wind blowing out of it. He even suspected that the other end of the well mouth led directly to the underworld.

"Go down, go down!" Zhang Songde pushed Fang Zhou in his arms towards the well with all his strength, screaming vaguely. No one could hear what he was shouting, but no matter how hard he tried, Fang Zhou's body seemed to be stuck at the well mouth and could not be inserted.

At this moment, Zhang Songde realized that something was wrong. He remembered that the well mouth was relatively wide, and Fang Zhou was not fat, so it should be easy to insert him in. Moreover... Fang Zhou stopped struggling, and there was no reason for him to be stuck at the well mouth.

He subconsciously touched Fang Zhou's body, which was bloated, slippery, cold, and the loose flesh under his clothes trembled from side to side like a balloon filled with water. At this moment, Zhang Songde collapsed. No wonder he didn't hear Fang Zhou's cry along the way. This was not Fang Zhou at all. He held the wrong person. This was clearly a ghost, the ghost in the well!

The next second, a pair of bloated arms tightly strangled Zhang Songde's neck and dragged him headfirst into the well. In the last moment of consciousness, Zhang Songde felt not only fear and unwillingness, but also hatred for Xiang Fengchen, believing that he had killed himself with conspiracy and trickery.

Fang Zhou and Lou Huiyang, who watched all this, were so scared that they covered their mouths and dared not breathe. They witnessed Zhang Songde hugging the ghost and burying his head in the rotten flesh of the bloated corpse. His throat seemed to be suffocating, making a gurgling sound that no one could understand. He hugged the corpse, moved his feet like dancing, and walked crookedly towards the well that appeared out of thin air. In the end, he was strangled by the ghost and pulled into the well.

There was no sound of heavy objects falling into the water. Zhang Songde and the drowned ghost just disappeared out of thin air. A moment later, even the well disappeared.

The candlelight seemed to have lost some kind of suppression and became bright again, emitting a warm orange-red color as it swayed.

The cold feeling was dispelled, and the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.

At the same time, just as the well disappeared in the room, Nalan Shuo, who was standing in the courtyard, suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing in his face. He turned his head in shock and found that the wind was actually blowing from the well.

Feeling bad, he looked up at the sky, and saw that dark clouds had gathered in the originally clear night sky at some point, and the moon had also changed. It became a hairy moon with rough edges and blurry, and even the air was floating with dangerous signals.

Xiang Fengchen, who was squatting on the ground, looked even more exciting. He stared at the celadon bowl in front of him, and saw a very small and fine crack appearing at the bottom of the bowl, and spreading around at a speed visible to the naked eye, and water droplets were seeping out of the bowl wall.

A cold and evil aura blew out from the wellhead beside me, and there was a sound of water splashing from the well, as if something huge was surging up from the bottom of the well. A few seconds later, the slack old well rope suddenly tightened, accompanied by a strange creaking sound, and the wooden perch rack erected on the well shook violently, and something was grabbing the well rope and climbing up.