Nightmare Apostle

"Stare, stare, stare" after a few steps to the bedside, Lou Huiyang raised his hand to wake up this kid who was plotting against him.

However, his hand was raised in mid-air, but it still didn't come down. It wasn't out of kindness, but he was also a little afraid of this kid.

Not to mention, not long ago, this kid covered up his guilt. He was very generous in Zhang Songde's matter. If he had enmity with him, he would not be able to tell the complete story of last night at dawn. , according to the old guy Xiang Fengchen's temperament, he might not be able to eat and walk around.

In addition, the first person to look out tonight was obviously Ark, but why was it Zhang Songde who was haunted by ghosts?

Is it Zhang Songde's destiny to suffer this fate, or is this guy no ordinary person, pretending to be a pig here to eat the tiger?

Looking down at Fang Zhou's sleeping face, he opened his mouth and looked carefully at the traces of saliva flowing down.

In his opinion, this Ark was an out-and-out newcomer, with flaws all over his body, but the more he looked like this, the more afraid he became.

Finally, the hand hanging in mid-air slowly came down and placed it on Fang Zhou's back. He grabbed the quilt and lifted it up until it covered Fang Zhou's shoulders. "Young people should take good care of their bodies. What should I do if I catch a cold?" "

The voice was deliberately louder, hoping to make Fangzhou, who didn't know whether he was really sleeping or pretending to be asleep, hear clearly. Then Lou Huiyang walked lightly, walked away in good faith, and went back to continue his vigil.

I can't figure out the details of this guy at the moment, so I shouldn't be an enemy.

Early the next morning, Yang Xiao woke up from his sleep. The last shift was Nalan Shuo's night watch. Yang Xiao slept peacefully. The only drawback was that before he woke up, he had a dream. Maybe it was because Xiang Fengchen scared him. , he dreamed of his good sister.

The good sister's funeral procession changed its costumes and turned into a wedding procession. The big red blood coffin was also replaced by a red sedan chair carried by eight ghosts. Yang Xiao ran in front, and the wedding procession chased behind. In the end, Yang Xiao was caught and tied up. After being stuffed into the sedan, he couldn't remember clearly what happened after that, but it was still a terrible thing.

The three of them sat at the table and chatted about today's plans. Yang Xiao suggested that they should go out for a walk. Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo also nodded. After all, they wanted to investigate the origin of those words and take the opportunity to find out the person who had not yet been captured by the Earl's Mansion. Catch the magic soil.

At the same time, Nalan Shuo mentioned another thing. When the sky was slightly bright, someone came to the courtyard. He heard the sound of about seven or eight footsteps, walking around each of the three rooms. If he guessed correctly, it should be the doorman. The doorkeepers outside all took off their clothes and took them away.

"Anyone who commits unjust acts will be punished by his own death." Xiang Fengchen put down his tea cup and said righteously: "The people in the Earl's Mansion are good at using evil arts. Such unnatural methods will surely be counterattacked."

Suddenly, Xiang Fengchen saw Yang Xiao staring at him out of the corner of his eye. That gaze made him very uncomfortable, "What are you looking at me for?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that these words are not appropriate for you to say from the mouth of Xiang Daxie Warlock." Yang Xiaoyin said, "Ha." Xiang Fengchen was not annoyed when he heard this. He glanced at Nalan Shuo, who was sitting opposite, and sneered. "My methods are not clean, so are your patrol department's methods clean? Ask your Director Nalan, how did he climb to this position step by step?"

"And you little thing, do you dare to say with conscience that you have never done anything shameful?" Xiang Fengchen asked.

"Yes." Yang Xiao straightened his back, patted his conscience, and said solemnly: "I, Yang Xiao, serve the public whole, disdain personal gain, and have no sworn relationship with evil cultivators!"

Swearing poison or something like that is too childish for Yang Xiao. The bad things were all done by Dongfang Bai from the Sun Moon God Sect and Ye Xiao from the Yuyuan Sect. What does it have to do with Yang Xiao from our patrol department?

The next second, Xiang Fengchen, who really couldn't bear it, stood up and stretched out his hand, moving Yang Xiao's palm that was pressed on his upper abdomen to his left chest, and said earnestly: "This is the heart. Is it possible that your conscience is in your stomach? Did the dog eat it?”

Not long after, there was a sound of kicking footsteps outside the door. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. They were coming towards their room. When they stopped outside the door, there was also a knock on the door. "Masters, Manager Wu. Please let me bring you a message.”

"Crunch——"

Xiang Fengchen opened the door, and there stood a handsome servant outside. He was far less powerful than the martial artist who guarded the courtyard. On the contrary, this man was very thin, pale, with high cheekbones. There was no spark in his eyes, but full of energy. There was a moment of coldness and dead silence.

What's even stranger is that it's already dawn, but this man is still holding a paper lantern that has been extinguished long ago. The crooked Chinese character "Shou" on the lantern is really dazzling.

The first time Yang Xiao saw this person, he suspected that he was a ghost, or the kind of person who had been drained of his yang energy by ghosts.

"You didn't have any rest last night, okay?" Nalan Shuo spoke first.

A pair of eyes moved slowly, without any emotion, until they stopped on Nalan Shuo's face, and the man stiffly said: "It was not peaceful in the house last night."

"What happened?" Xiang Fengchen asked.

"My ancestor was attacked by evil spirits and almost lost his body."

"Hasn't the evil spirit been killed?" Yang Xiao recalled the exorcism ceremony last night. According to the arrangement of the Earl's Mansion, the warlock they killed represented the evil spirit.

"Our ancestors have great blessings and a long life. Naturally, there are more than one evil spirit attracted by the birthday banquet. Manager Wu said, I will trouble you all to pay more attention in the future." The man seemed to be reciting a text, and his tone did not fluctuate at all.

"It's natural. It's our blessing to be able to work for the Earl's Mansion." Nalan Shuo politely bowed his hands to the man.

Then Nalan Shuo changed the subject, "I hope to go out for a walk today and buy some incense candles and paper money.

Not sure if this is possible? "

"Of course you can, but Manager Wu has given instructions. Just like yesterday, only four people can leave at most, and the remaining people must be at your disposal at any time." The man answered like a machine.

After Zhang Songde's death yesterday, there were only seven of them left. Considering that there would be almost no danger during the day, Xiang Fengchen decided that all three of them would go out. In addition, he would bring Jiang Qingluan with him, as this young woman could also help.

Regarding the arrangement of tasks, Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo can make the decision without asking for everyone's opinions, and the rest only need to obey.

It was agreed that the descendants would pick them up from the house after a while, and the man with a dead look on his face left. But when he reached the parallel entrance, he suddenly turned around. This unforeseen scene immediately gave Yang Xiao an ominous premonition.

The wellhead was very messy, with broken incense and celadon bowl fragments left last night, and many messy footprints remaining around it.

"Did anything happen in the courtyard last night?" the man asked in a cold voice.

"What are you referring to?" Yang Xiao asked back. This is also a kind of test. Once the man's answer is revealed, they can derive more clues.

But what was surprising was that the man held the lantern, turned around and left without saying another word. He stepped out of the threshold with slightly stiff steps and disappeared.

As the intermittent footsteps faded away and disappeared completely, Yang Xiao and the other three stepped out of the room. Sure enough, as Director Nalan said, the door gods in their three rooms were gone. They walked behind the courtyard door and stuck them on The two human skin door gods at the courtyard gate also disappeared.

Turning around and looking at the other two rooms, Yang Xiao shouted: "Come out, it's okay!"

With this voice, two doors opened one after another, and Jiang Qingluan Fangzhou and other four people came out. I guess these people were also shocked by what happened last night. They would never open the door without confirming whether there was any problem outside.

Jiang Qingluan's expression was always indifferent. What surprised Yang Xiao was Lou Huiyang and Fang Zhou. The former had heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night. On the other hand, Fang Zhou was in good spirits and his skin was fair and rosy.

"I have discussed with Director Nalan. During the day today, I, Director Nalan, Yang Xiao, and Jiang Qingluan will go out to look for clues, while the rest will stay behind." Xiang Fengchen asked lightly as his eyes swept across everyone's faces. : "Who has any opinions?"

Lou Huiyang was about to raise his head when he was suppressed by Nalan Shuo's faint warning. The next second he shrank his neck and did not dare to speak anymore.

He has opinions, and they are big ones. After all, Yang Xiao, Fangzhou, Jiang Qingluan and Chang Chuchu went out yesterday. Counting today's arrangements, he is the only one who is still alive who has never gone out. This is unfair.

But he also knows that the nightmare world is never a fair place. Whoever has the biggest fists has deep connections.

Whoever has enough experience will have the right to speak. Compared with the two old guys like Nalan Shuo and Xiang Fengchen, his skills are not as good as those of Nalan Shuo and Xiang Fengchen.

It’s really not enough.

Even Yang Xiao and Jiang Qingluan may not be worse than themselves.

Thinking that this person next to him was probably Fang Ark, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, Lou Huiyang's last trace of courage disappeared. He couldn't afford to offend everyone here. He decided to follow everyone honestly and without being betrayed. , try to seek cooperation and leave alive.

"Brother Lou, you are the oldest among the remaining people, please be more careful." Yang Xiao said with a smile and put a high hat on Lou Huiyang.

"Don't worry, brother Fang Zhou and sister Chu Chu are not outsiders. We must take good care of our family and not cause trouble to the two seniors." Lou Huiyang replied politely.

Not long after, a maid came outside the courtyard gate. Behind the maid were several burly martial artists, who were holding packages in their hands.

Just like yesterday, the package contained casual clothes and shoes for replacement. The maid held a delicate wooden box in her hand and opened the lid. Inside was some neatly-coded silver coins. "Masters, this is what Manager Wu specially told me." Yes, please accept it.”

"Manager Wu is so polite." Yang Xiao reached out and put down the box containing the silver coins. After thinking about what happened last night,

Today he is going to buy a lot. He needs to prepare enough things such as incense, candles, paper, money, and some medicines in case of emergencies.

After returning to the room and changing clothes, Yang Xiao and the four of them walked all the way out under the leadership of the maid. But as they walked, Yang Xiao suddenly realized that something was wrong. This direction... was not the way out of the house.

At the same time, what made Yang Xiao's back stand up was that he heard a slow but clear rubbing sound. His subconscious told him that it was a sword being unsheathed, coming from the martial arts masters who were silently following them.