Nightmare Apostle

"One more thing, the other two people from Rongcheng with you, Tian Zi No. 97 and Prison Zi No. 44, they have also been promoted." Yang Cha suddenly reminded.

"All advanced?" Yang Xiao frowned. This was beyond his imagination. The last game almost killed him.

Yang Cha nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the news is very reliable. I remember you had one in the last game. I remember correctly it was Dragon No. 243. I asked someone to inquire. He didn't come out. He died inside. What about your There are only two survivors."

Dragon number 243 is the number of Venerable Bliss. Recalling this troublesome guy, Yang Xiao still has a headache. Besides Yang Xiao, the other survivor is naturally Lu Chenzhou from Qingshan Yanyu Tower. This person is not bad. Thanks to him for the last game.

But acting requires a complete performance. Yang Xiao pretended to be curious and asked: "Brother Yang, who is the other survivor?"

"It seems to be Tianzi No. 84." Yang Cha said after recalling: "I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, he has given up the game. You will never meet him again. By the way, this person can compete with Brother Yang. We must have real skills to survive together.”

Lu Chenzhou gave up?

Yang Xiao thought for a few seconds and figured out the problem. The injuries on their bodies could be recovered, but the mental energy consumed could not. Although the memory was cleared, the backlash injuries on the clay figures still remained. It was estimated that Lu Chenzhou came out. Later, he saw the injuries on the clay figurine and was shocked by the danger, so he gave up the game.

Of course, there is another possibility. The information Lu Chenzhou needs is below the You level. He has already reached his level and there is no need to play the next game.

No matter what the final result was, Yang Xiao wished him all the best. He was a good person and he didn't betray him at the critical moment, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

After chatting for a while, Yang Cha put on a mask and was about to leave. Yang Xiao suddenly thought of a question: "Who is a saint?"

He remembered that after he pretended to be a follower of the Black Buddha Mother, Venerable Bliss once said that he, and the old man Kuchiki from the Five Poisons Temple, they all belonged to the same lineage of saints.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Yang Cha couldn't help but be stunned, and then looked at Yang Xiao with a strange look, "Brother Yang, you...you don't even know this? This saint is an evil cultivator. They are both the same." thing."

"Is it necessary to change the name?" Yang Xiao really felt that the name Xie Xiu was more pleasant to the ears than Saint, and it was simple and direct.

"Then Wang Jingwei doesn't call himself a puppet army." Yang Cha smiled, "They call themselves saints, but we call them evil cultivators. Brother Yang, you, the captain of the patrol department, are quite unworthy of your name."

Hearing this, Yang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed on his face. During his tenure as the captain of the Rongcheng Patrol Department, he not only killed dozens of evil cultivators, including venerable-level evil cultivators, but also successfully handled several supernatural incidents. , and helping the Qingfeng Office to detect two traitors, there are no other outstanding achievements.

It was inconvenient for Yang Cha to stay for a long time, so he once again reminded Yang Xiao to be careful, so he pushed the dining cart and left quickly.

For Yang Xiao, the remaining time was to wait for news from the tournament. This wait lasted all day. On the second night, Yang Xiao received the news that he was assigned to the third game of C, with a total of 11 people participating. 11 enters 4, the time is 11 o'clock tomorrow night.

The rest time this time was long enough for Yang Xiao to take a good rest and take a hot shower. He planned to go to bed early tonight.

Lying in bed, half asleep, he was suddenly awakened by a strange sound. Because strange things happened frequently recently, Yang Xiao was very vigilant. He tried to stay quiet and gently touched the bed with one hand. Before going to sleep, he He placed the backpack containing Ming Yi's robe beside the bed, where he could reach it with his hand.

After touching that cold and delicate familiar touch, Yang Xiao's heart finally dropped. The opera robe was still there, indicating that this was not a ghost dream.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

Listening carefully, there was a soft dripping sound, like the sound of a faucet that was not tightened. He suddenly thought that he took a shower before going to bed.

If it were an ordinary person, he should go to the bathroom now, tighten the faucet, and then go back to sleep. However, Yang Xiao took into account his recent habit of attracting ghosts, so he kept it in mind. When he got out of bed, he reached out and grabbed the ghost lantern in his backpack. brought it up.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

He walked as quietly as possible and walked to the bathroom. He first opened the door and turned on the bathroom light. Then he slowly opened the door to a gap and looked in through the gap. There was not even a ghost inside. The bathroom floor was wet and hanging. The shower head was pointing downwards and dripping water.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

The water dripped and shattered on the ground. The sound made Yang Xiao feel irritated inexplicably. He opened the door, walked in, pressed the shower handle tightly, and waited for a few seconds. Finally, the dripping stopped, and Yang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. He was so nervous about time that he was already in a hurry.

He turned around and walked out of the bathroom, yawning on the way, but before he reached the bed, he suddenly stopped.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

The sound of dripping water sounded again. Still in the bathroom, Yang Xiao, who realized something was wrong, immediately got his backpack, took out his opera robe and put it on first, then slowly walked to the bathroom and slowly opened the door. He turned the handle and opened the door a crack. As before, there was no one inside.

But the next second, the hairs on Yang Xiao's back stood up, because this time the sound of dripping water disappeared the moment the door was opened.

He slowly closed the door, being so careful that he didn't make any sound. He didn't leave, but stood silently outside the bathroom door and waited. Sure enough, about 5 seconds later, the weird dripping sound sounded again.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

Yang Xiao took a deep breath and opened the door a crack again, and the sound of dripping water disappeared. The bathroom was empty, as if everything before was just an illusion, but Yang Xiao didn't think so. He was sure that this was haunted.

Slowly raise the ghost lantern in his hand, injecting a large amount of spiritual power, and then hold the ghost lantern at the crack of the door and shine it inside. As the green light shines in, the environment inside suddenly becomes weird, and the originally neat walls become It was dilapidated and covered with black mold. The bathroom floor also became muddy, as if it had been corroded by some kind of acid. At the same time, the bathroom door was pushed by a strange force and closed with a "bang" .

Yang Xiao pushed it open, and the door closed. Yang Xiao pushed it again, and the door closed again. Waiting for the third time, Yang Xiao took the first step and inserted the human bone stick into the crack of the door. Now the door could no longer be closed, leaving a gap three fingers wide. , and he took the opportunity to raise the ghost lantern high. As the green light invaded, Yang Xiao saw a terrifying scene that made his heart stop.

He saw a wet woman squatting behind the bathroom door. At the moment, the woman was leaning against the crack of the door, looking up at him.

Almost as an instinctive reaction, Yang Xiao pulled out the human bone stick and hit the female ghost. But the next second, as the human bone stick was pulled out, the bathroom door closed with a "bang". At the same time, the lights in the room also closed. Suddenly extinguished.

Yang Xiao quickly backed away from the bathroom. He retreated all the way to the bed and listened carefully. The sound of dripping water in the bathroom started again.

But this time it was different from before. The sound of dripping water... was moving. Although the speed was very slow, Yang Xiao could feel that the sound left the bathroom little by little and appeared in the room!

But the strange thing is that Yang Xiao couldn't determine the exact location of the dripping sound, and he didn't see where the water was dripping in the room.

The lighting range of the ghost lantern is limited, so Yang Xiao can only shrink the green light range and try to protect his surroundings.

The other hand grasped the human bone stick tightly, always vigilant.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

Yang Xiao's eyes turned red, and he scanned the room inch by inch. Nothing, nothing, nowhere... This female ghost was different from those he had encountered before. This guy seemed to be conscious, and it didn't seem to be a simple supernatural event. But someone is controlling it behind the scenes.

Xipao did not give any warning in advance. This seemed like a premeditated attack, an attack launched by an apostle on him!

But this is the Confucian Academy, which is heavily guarded. How could anyone dare to take action here? Could it be that his identity has been exposed?

At this moment, Yang Xiao could no longer think too much. Suddenly, his body shivered for no reason, and a drop of unusually cold liquid fell on the tip of his nose. In the foggy time, his body seemed to be frozen, his limbs were cold, and his blood vessels were filled with ice. The whole person couldn't move.

But as he poured a large amount of mental power into the ghost lantern, the frozen state was quickly relieved, and the part of the body illuminated by the green light began to thaw. Yang Xiao tried his best to raise his head, raised the ghost lantern to illuminate the top of his head, and the scene in front of him was Yang Xiao's. After seeing a lot of things, I was also shocked into a cold sweat. I saw a female ghost with her limbs stuck to the ceiling, hanging herself in the air. Her head wrapped in wet long hair rotated 180 degrees, face down, and a pair of The blood-red eyes hidden deep in the long hair were staring down at him.

The moment the female ghost pounced on Yang Xiao, the ghost lantern burst out with a strong light. Taking this opportunity, Yang Xiao grabbed the human bone stick and hit the female ghost. But for some reason, today's human bone stick was very awkward, and it felt strange to grab it. Weird.

The human bone stick hit the female ghost without any feeling at all, as if it had been smashed empty and passed through it. Instead, the strong light emitted by the ghost lantern had an effect. The female ghost screamed before she even touched him. It quickly faded and disappeared out of thin air.

Before Yang Xiao could calm down, he suddenly heard a muffled groan coming from the window, as if someone was hurt. He immediately realized that there was someone hiding outside the window. It was this guy who drove the wet female ghost to attack him.

Not daring to rush to the window, Yang Xiao was worried that there was an ambush outside. He subconsciously wanted to summon a soul-capturing mirror.

He used the ability of the soul-capturing mirror to track his opponent, but the strange thing was that no matter how hard he tried, the soul-capturing mirror never appeared. What was even more terrifying was that the connection between him and the opera robe seemed to be severed, and he could not sense it at all. There is a theatrical robe on the body.

"Dong dong dong...::

There was a sound of running in the corridor. There were many people coming at very fast speeds. They rushed to Yang Xiao's door and slammed the door hard. "Is there anyone inside? We are the security personnel of the academy. Open the door! Open the door quickly. Are you okay?!"

The other party opened the door before Yang Xiao could react. Now Yang Xiao panicked. After all, there were many things on him that were hidden from the light, especially the opera robe he was wearing. People who didn't know how to do it might not be able to tell the truth.

But there must be experts in the Confucian Academy.

But when Yang Xiao was about to take off his opera robe and hide it quickly, when he lowered his head, everyone else was dumbfounded. They saw that there was no opera robe on him. He was clearly wearing a windbreaker. This was something Fu Qingzhu brought him to buy a long time ago. In addition, what he held in his right hand was not a human bone stick, but an unopened bottle of mineral water. No wonder he felt awkward using it.

The people who came were from the college. They were wearing clothes that Yang Xiao had seen before. They were security personnel of the college. He had heard Yang Cha mention that most of the security forces of the college were under the control of the Law Enforcement Hall.

"How are you?" A middle-aged man in a black suit, who looked like the leader, asked Yang Xiao.

"I was attacked by someone, and that person was outside the window." Yang Xiao confessed.

'I know, we came here to track that guy, but unfortunately, he escaped again." The middle-aged man said angrily.

Soon, footsteps were heard again in the corridor. Surrounded by several people, an old man in a green gown came in. The old man had a gloomy face and looked like he was not easy to mess with. Yang Xiao saw that the old man looked familiar, and it seemed that... one of the people on the stage at the dark competition was him.

"This is Elder Qingmu from the Law Enforcement Hall of our Academy." The middle-aged man introduced Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao nodded, as if to say hello, "Elder Qingmu, I was attacked just now, and I almost lost my life."

"Well, I know everything. The murderer just escaped, but don't worry, you are a guest, and we will definitely give you an explanation for this matter. "As soon as he changed his words, Elder Qingmu's sharp eyes stared at Yang Xiao, "Since the murderer dared to take such a risk to attack you in my Ru Lin Academy, there must be a reason. Do you have a grudge against someone?"

"This... . . . . ." Yang Xiao has too many enemies, and he really can't think of the target suspect for a while. After all, this is Ru Lin Academy.

"My Ru Lin Academy is heavily guarded. It is as difficult as climbing to heaven for outsiders to break in. Think about it carefully. This person should be someone you offended after coming to the academy. Have you offended anyone here...? " Elder Qingmu asked in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xiao instantly smelled the breath of danger. This old guy's question was not right. These contestants were required to stay at home and keep their identities confidential. How could they make enemies in the academy for no reason? The only place where they could make enemies was in the nightmare world of Bisi Pavilion, where life and death were the struggle.

But then again, everyone who went there would have their memory of the competition erased. Even if they made enemies with others, they would not remember it after coming out, so Elder Qingmu's question was not valid at all.

This guy was not here to care about him, but to deceive him. He suspected that his memory had not been erased.