Nightmare Apostle

"On the night when the baby boy was born, Yao Ji and Ruan Bo set up altars in the north and south of Jishou Mountain to fight. Yao Ji left his body with a ray of soul and worshiped the gods to sneak into the dream of his beloved concubine through the thunder of the nine heavens. Ruan Bo was not to be outdone and went down to Jiuyou. Visit the underworld and lead the water of the weak river into the dream of the beloved concubine. "

"The two of them used tricks over each other in the dream of their beloved concubine, and the fight was inextricable. It is said that the stars and moon outside the palace changed suddenly that night, thunder rolled from the sky, and there were many strange phenomena, like a demon coming to the world. The first lieutenant was frightened to death on the spot.”

"After hearing the news, the supervisor, deputy supervisor, and more than ten subordinate officials who came over tried their best but could not save the situation. Yao Ji and Ruan Bo were already furious. They did everything they could to win, even using forbidden techniques. In the end, the two people's defiant act ended After all, it has led to divine punishment. It is a taboo for the sorcerers to interfere in the national destiny. A divine thunder of divine punishment fell, scattering the vision outside the palace and awakening the beloved concubine from her ghostly dream. The two instigators, Yao Ji and Ruan Bo, There was a backlash on the spot,

They both passed out. When they woke up at the top of the mountain, one of them had lost both his moves and the other had both legs broken. "

"The two of them were fighting in a dream, so how could they become blind and break their legs?" Zhang Songde asked curiously, frowning.

Xiang Fengchenli ignored him and continued talking on his own: "Shortly after my beloved concubine woke up, she suffered from unbearable abdominal pain. It was time to give birth, and several stable mothers who had been prepared were called into the tent."

"Head first, or feet first?" Chang Chuchu was also intrigued and asked: "Who won?"

Turning his head, Xiang Fengchen looked at everyone with a strange look. After a moment, he shook his head and sighed,

"No one wins, the head and the feet come out together."

Hearing this, Yang Xiao and others couldn't help being stunned. Their heads and feet came out together. They really couldn't figure out what kind of posture this was.

"That was a dead baby." Xiang Fengchen scratched his abdomen sideways with his hand. "It was torn open from the waist. The two halves of the body were stacked together, and the head and feet came out at the same time."

"Dead..." This result somewhat caught everyone off guard.

"Dead." Xiang Fengchen clicked, then looked at Zhang Songde, his eyes making the latter feel numb, "Now let me answer your question just now. This dead baby has 4 legs and side by side on its face. 4 eyes."

Thinking of the tragic situation of Yao Ji and Ruan Bo, everyone couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines. The extra pair of eyes and legs on the dead baby's body were actually lost by them.

"The ancients attached great importance to these things, especially in the emperor's home. The terrifying appearance of the dead baby scared a woman who was responsible for delivering the baby crazy on the spot. After the emperor knew about it, he ordered the news to be blocked as soon as possible, and several people who knew about it were informed. Ming Wenpo All the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting outside the tent were executed. The beloved concubine was also regarded as a monster and was nailed to death under the Star Tower of Qintian Prison together with the dead baby in her belly. That night, a deputy supervisor of Qintian Prison was also killed. He was found guilty and sentenced to hang himself."

"After this incident, Master Dafang regretted that he did not expect that his two beloved disciples would be so courageous. Of course, what he did not expect was that the two of them already had such heaven-defying means. , and he knew in his heart that this matter could not be covered by paper, and Qintian Prison was not full of wine and rice bags, and sooner or later they would be found out. "

"The great alchemist knew that he had brought terrible disaster to the alchemist lineage. In order to prevent the alchemist lineage from being cut off, he used a secret technique to divide the divine tortoise shell into three parts, held one for himself, and gave one piece to the blind Yao Ji, give me one piece Ruan Bo, who had broken his leg, also expelled his two former beloved disciples from the sect. At this point, the alchemist sect was broken up and divided into three sects: alchemists, fortune tellers, and sorcerers, and the divine tortoise shell naturally became the three sects. The leader’s token.”

After a pause, Xiang Fengchen held up the tortoise shell in his hand with an extremely pious expression, "If I read correctly, this piece should be a token of the warlock lineage, representing the supreme authority of my Feng Shui warlock lineage."

"Do you still remember that the ancestor of Earl's Mansion was also a Feng Shui master?" Lou Huiyang suddenly said,

This was what Xiang Fengchen told them, saying that their ancestor had a thick arc-shaped callus on his left wrist, which was called Guyuesha.

In addition, the ancestor also broke three fingers. According to Xiang Fengchen, this person's human behavior is unfathomable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his methods are all-powerful.

"That person is the owner of this divine tortoise shell, the leader of this generation of Feng Shui magicians. He is not an ancestor. We were deceived by the people in the Earl's Palace. The person who entered the palace last night to "win" longevity is the real one. Ancestor." Xiang Fengchen quickly figured out the logic.

According to the news that Yang Xiao and others learned outside, the people who spread the demonic poems were a group of people, at least 4 or 5 people. Now, except for one person who escaped by chance, the others were all caught and executed by Ling Chi. Now It seemed that was not the case, at least the great warlock who Xiang Fengchen admired so much was still alive.

"Slave cattle thieves suffer...:" Yang Xiao suddenly remembered a sentence in the demon poem, thinking that the warlock lineage should also belong to this category.

Now they have concluded that the people in the Earl's Mansion are using some kind of evil magic to continuously extend the life of their "ancestors". The reason why Fushou Village has a tradition of persecuting monks, Taoists, alchemists and sorcerers is probably because they are worried that these people will find out. their plans.

While everyone was thinking, footsteps came from the courtyard gate. Without saying a word, Xiang Fengchen wrapped the tortoise shell and stuffed it into his arms.

Soon, footsteps entered the courtyard. When Yang Xiao saw the visitor, his tense expression immediately relaxed. It was Nalan Shuo who was back.

But when people came closer, Nalan Shuo's slightly pale complexion gave everyone a very bad premonition that something was definitely going to happen.

"Mr. Nalan, what happened?" Zhang Songde asked in a low voice.

After Nalan Shuo entered the room and sat down, Yang Xiao poured a cup of tea for the director very sensibly. Nalan Shuo picked it up and drank it in one gulp, but the worry in his eyes has not subsided, "The people from the Earl's Palace told me that the event will be held tonight. During the exorcism ceremony, they will drive the evil spirits out of the ancestors, allowing us to take the opportunity to kill this evil spirit."

"Kill...kill ghosts?" The Ark man was dumbfounded.

"Yes." Nalan Shuo nodded again, "On my way back, I saw that they had already begun preparations."

These words frightened everyone. Almost all of them here are old players, and they have experienced a lot of nightmare worlds. Every time they are not chased by ghosts, they are desperate to survive, so asking them to kill ghosts is still a requirement. First time meeting.

Worry is worry, but to say that fear is out of proportion, Yang Xiao understands that killing ghosts is just a reason, and asking ghosts to kill them is the right solution. In other words, at least one of them will die in this ghost exorcism ceremony people.

Yang Xiao was not interested in how to kill ghosts because it was impossible. What he wanted to do was how to prevent being killed by ghosts during the ceremony. As long as his teammates were killed by ghosts first, the rest of them would be safe, at least for the time being. .

It was getting dark, and soon after dinner, Manager Wu, accompanied by a team of servants carrying lanterns, came to their small courtyard and invited them straight to the point. The exorcism ceremony was almost ready.

"Everyone, please put on this mask before you leave. Only the mask will be recognized in the ceremony venue, and no one will be recognized. You must be careful." Manager Wu still has the same attitude of fighting to the death, and his whole body is full of weirdness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants outside the door brought two boxes in. After opening them, one of them was filled with masks.

With just one glance, Yang Xiao discovered that these masks were very similar to the masks worn by the direct blood relatives of the Earl's Mansion.

They are made of wood and are very heavy. They are available in red, white, and black, but they are completely different from the feeling of Peking Opera masks. These masks are very weird, some are crying and some are laughing, one is big and the other is small, the proportions of the facial features are seriously imbalanced, and The terrifying fangs protruding out and the red tongue sticking out don't look like human faces, but more like ghost faces.

Under the candlelight, these ghost-face masks become more and more terrifying. It can be seen that these masks have been around for a long time, and the wooden edges are seriously worn, especially the lower part of the mask, near the chin, and many are stained with a kind of Weird brown.

Yang Xiao's first reaction was blood. He recalled that he had seen the owner of the Earl's Palace, the owner of Fushou Village. He was wearing a mask on his face at the time, and he was vomiting blood uncontrollably while talking. The scene was very scary.

And the blood was dripping from under the mask.

Seeing that no one responded to his words, Manager Wu's stinky face turned cold again, and he smiled softly and said, "Why, you guys are not willing to help my ancestor exorcise evil spirits?"

"No, I don't dare, it's just... we don't know how to wear this mask." Nalan Shuo resisted the mask with his naked eyes. He must have thought of the blood relatives of those masks in the Earl's Mansion. No one could say whether this mask had Some kind of curse, like once you put it on, you can never take it off again.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but think of the faceless Bodhisattva statue he saw in the Tutu Temple, the Zhongyi Temple.

Manager Wu stared at Nalan Shuo's face, and after a moment he pointed at one of the masks in the box, "This is yours, put it on now."

Nalan Shuo obeyed the instructions very cooperatively. The mask was very big, bulky, and had some dirty beards attached to it. But after Nalan Shuo put it on completely, a strange idea suddenly appeared in everyone's mind. That is, this mask matches Nalan Shuo's outfit very well. It seems...: It seems that this should be Nalan Shuo's face, and the face under the mask is fake.

It would be fine if others had this idea. Most of them were not familiar with Nalan Shuo, but Yang Xiao also had this idea. What was even more bizarre was that, looking at the mask on Nalan Shuo's face, Yang Xiao's mind The memory of Nalan Shuo's original face actually became blurry little by little. The face in the memory was constantly changing, merging towards the current grimace in an unexplainable way.

"This mask is weird!"

At this moment, Yang Xiao also realized that something was wrong, and he immediately looked away, thus saving the last memory of Nalan Shuo's face.

As Manager Wu called out names one by one, everyone also got their own masks. At this time, Yang Xiao also found that everyone tried to avoid looking at each other. Presumably, he also found something strange. Like himself, he did not want to forget other people's faces.

Yang Xiao's mask is a red human face, but the facial features are a little distorted. At first glance, it is extremely weird. But after looking at it for a long time, you find that the distortion is not abrupt, but vivid. It feels like the mask came from a It was ripped off the face of a living person.

After putting on the mask, it was not as heavy as he thought, and it fit perfectly on his face, as if it was tailor-made for him. It was this that made him secretly frightened. After all, this He didn't choose the mask, but Manager Wu gave it to them one by one. This means that every mask here is suitable for one of them.

There are two holes on the mask. You can look out through the holes where your eyes are clear. The field of vision is pretty good.

There are no holes in the mouth and nose, but breathing and speaking are not delayed.

After getting used to it for a while, Yang Xiao found that wearing this mask did not restrict him as much as he had imagined. When walking,

Turning around and turning his head were both relatively easy. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that when he looked out through the two holes on the mask, he always felt a sense of unreality, as if he was covered with a layer of age filter. He didn't know what this meant.

Seeing that everyone was wearing masks, Manager Wu ordered someone to open another large box, which was filled with weapons, knives, swords, short sticks, axes, soft whips, machetes, daggers, and many more, even bows and arrows, and a bag of arrowheads with a cold and eerie light.

"This is just a part of it. If it's not enough, there are more outside. You can choose any one." Manager Wu put his hands in his sleeves and his attitude was neither hot nor cold.

"What do we want these weapons for?" Xiang Fengchen asked tentatively, "Our mission tonight is to exorcise evil spirits." "Of course, holding weapons is to kill evil spirits. We can do it. We have a way. All you have to do is to cooperate with us to kill the evil spirits driven out of the ancestor. Remember, it's better to kill by mistake than to let go by mistake! "Manager Wu emphasized.

After hearing this, everyone was even more unsure. They thought that tonight was extremely dangerous, and they didn't know which teammate would go first.

If there was a major mistake or accident, it was not impossible for the whole army to be wiped out. After all, up to now,

this ghost world called Fushou Village has wiped out many teams, more than a hundred years apart.

It is said that the sword can kill evil, so Yang Xiao simply chose a sword, and most of the others also chose light and conventional swords. But to Yang Xiao's surprise, Jiang Qingluan actually chose a bow and arrow, and picked up the quiver and put it on his back.

"Everyone, it's almost time, let's go. "After saying that, Manager Wu made way for the door and gestured to everyone to come in.

The word "on the road" made everyone feel uncomfortable and completely destroyed the glimmer of luck. Following Manager Wu and his group, everyone came to a relatively central courtyard with tall walls and a gate that was more imposing than before. From a distance, one could see the light in the courtyard, which was red and thick like blood.

As the gate slowly opened, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. The wide courtyard was now full of people, and everyone wore a mask on their face. In addition to weapons, they also had all kinds of strange things in their hands. In the middle of the courtyard, a plain-colored circle was formed, and a wooden platform several meters high could be vaguely seen standing inside.

The scene was silent and solemn, between divinity and evil.

"Big..." Nalan Shuo couldn't help but lose his voice.