Nightmare Apostle

I searched nearby and found no trace of the handle. It seems that like the players who died before, the magic weapons were taken away by ghosts.

It was not a good place to stay for a long time. Yang Xiao returned to the small courtyard at the west end of the village. Girl No. 127 was still lying on the ground.

The fishing net was still in Yang Xiao's hand, and the rest of the time was waiting. This process was extremely difficult. He was always vigilant, lest the terrifying ghost suddenly appear out of nowhere.

About half an hour later, there was sudden movement in the dilapidated yard behind him. To be precise, it was the dilapidated house in the yard. With a burst of cyan light, the ground began to tremble, and the whole world became unstable.

The dark sky above the head is like a cracked eggshell, with many cracks appearing. Through the cracks, one can see the fog-filled gray space outside. The fog is rolling and struggling like a living thing, rushing crazily along the cracks toward the world where Yang Xiao is. enter.

The pupils suddenly shrank. The mist and the strange space behind the mist gave Yang Xiao a feeling of déjà vu. It seemed like... .It seems that this is the world he accidentally entered, and that is where the evil ghost is.

Before Yang Xiao could think about it, a cyan halo from the broken house in the courtyard enveloped his whole body, and a beam of light shot towards the girl on the ground. After a moment, a terrifying scene appeared, and the girl's clothes gradually became transparent , then skin, flesh, bones... In just a few dozen seconds, or even shorter, Yang Xiao on one side seemed to be observing an ultimate operation that surpassed all surgeons in the world. He could clearly see the girl's body. Every blood vessel, every muscle fiber, see them appear and then disappear.

As the girl disappeared completely, a huge panic descended on Yang Xiao. When it was his turn, he could clearly feel that he was being watched and locked by an irresistible force. His fate would be the same as the girl's!

This power did not make him feel extremely dangerous, it was more like a rude temptation. It seemed that under this power, his body, even his soul, and his memory no longer had any secrets. Word.

A green halo gradually spread all over his body, and just when this force was about to go even further and dissect him deeply, Yang Xiao suddenly felt that the opera robe on his body became cold, and another blood-red halo slowly followed his body. Expand.

The two forces of blood and cyan were entangled together, one was ebbing and the other was fighting, but Yang Xiao, as the owner of this body, could not interfere at all. It was the opera robe that was fighting on its own, and this confrontation soon attracted another existence. of attention.

An inexplicable cold force in the distance noticed him. Yang Xiao couldn't move his body, but he saw a terrifying scene from the corner of his eye. He saw signs that the gray mist invading the world was starting to gather towards him.

As the gray fog poured in crazily, it had engulfed most of the fishing village in a very short period of time. When the fog got closer and closer, Yang Xiao noticed that the buildings engulfed by the fog were decaying and dilapidated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared quietly. The collapse of sound.

Not to mention that, what frightened Yang Xiao the most was that he vaguely saw a ghost figure deep in the spreading thick fog.

The ghost's body was stiff, his movements were slow, and his feet never left the ground. He looked like a dying old man, but he was actually extremely fast. In just a few breaths, he was only twenty meters away from Yang Xiao. "One by one,

?

The friction sound makes one's scalp numb.

Fortunately, the fight between the two forces of green and red has come to an end at this moment. The blue one has a slight advantage, but the blood-red power emanating from the opera robe wraps Yang Xiao's whole body airtight. If Yang Xiao can see himself from another perspective, You will find that now his whole body is dyed blood red, and his face is exposed.

The head and hands all showed a delicate texture similar to silk, with a faint blood-red glow.

His body became heavier and heavier. The moment before the gray mist was about to touch him, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and Yang Xiao fell violently downwards.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the cold concrete floor, with a paper lantern hanging above his head, shaking slightly, emitting a dim yellow, half-dead light.

His pupils gradually focused, and Yang Xiao slowly got up. The scene around him seemed familiar, a wooden chair,

There was also an old wooden table with a broken bamboo basket placed under the table, and when he turned his head, there was an old wooden door behind him.

It was the passage he entered before, and now it seemed that he had come out, and... He looked at his whole body up and down, and all the injuries on his body had recovered. He clenched the fist of his left hand, and several of the fingers that had been cut off had also grown longer. return.

It was a pity that the ghost fishing net could not be brought out. He remembered that the ghost fishing net was wrapped around his left arm before being restrained by the cyan power.

"Congratulations on passing the qualifying round. Now you can go back and rest. I know you have many questions to ask, but don't ask. We won't be able to answer them. Anyone who leaves there will have that part of their memory erased."

The mechanical synthesized sound from the old-fashioned iron speaker above his head was hard and cold, "But it's not absolute. A very small number of people will retain some memory fragments, but I can tell you clearly that that is not a good thing. Some of them will Falling into strong self-doubt due to memories can even lead to some horrific, bizarre and unnecessary troubles. "

"Please leave now. The tunnel will be closed in 5 minutes. Wear your mask. This is your ticket to the next game."

"Besides me, is there anyone who survived this game?" Yang Xiao raised his head and asked in the direction of the speaker. He guessed that there should be monitors and other equipment there.

About half a minute later, the cold mechanical synthesized sound sounded again, and the content remained almost word-for-word: "Please leave now. The channel will be closed in 4 minutes. Wear your mask. This is your ticket to the next game."

No longer hesitating, Yang Xiao turned around and left. The night wind was blowing, and the college was very quiet. When he returned to his residence, Yang Xiao took out his mobile phone to check. It was almost three o'clock in the morning. The start time of his game was 2 o'clock in the morning, except for those on the road. Due to the delay, he would not have spent more than half an hour in the nightmare world.

But according to his calculations, the stay in the fishing village world should be more than 3 hours.

Leaning on the sofa, Yang Xiao's body was not tired, but his head hurt a little. The physical injuries would recover after they came out, but the consumption of mental energy was not so easy to replenish.

According to what the academy said, anyone who enters the nightmare world of Guansi Pavilion will have their memories erased. But Yang Xiao closed his eyes, and the scenes in the game were vividly in his mind. Needless to say, this must be the protection of the opera robe, and the feeling related to the opera The cyan power against the robe will erase the memory.

If you guessed it correctly, the piece of blue jade in the shabby house in the small courtyard of the fishing village is the core of the entire Guansi Pavilion, which is the resentful eye that maintains this small nightmare world.

If it was just to erase the memory, in Yang Xiao's understanding, Xipao would not interfere.

That piece of blue jade must have other uses.

This Confucian Academy can be called Shangsan Shufang together with the other two academies. It is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and its heritage is unfathomable.

Taking the contestants competing with Yang Xiao this time as an example, girl No. 127 is the weakest, about the upper-middle level of Yuan level, woman No. 24 is above Yuan level, and middle-aged man No. 9 has half a foot across the threshold of Li level. The strongest one is the old man No. 189. He is a real Li-level mid-to-upper level. Even if he is not as good as the top sages like Chenghuang Shitai, he is still a bit stronger than the evil cultivators like Red Grandma Kill the Old Man with a Stick. The magical weapon in his hand was so sharp that even Yang Xiao himself was caught off guard and suffered a hidden loss.

Frankly speaking, most of these guys have combat capabilities above the captain level of the Patrol Department. If they join forces, they can make a name for themselves even in Thief Town, but they died in a secret game without any reason.

Not even a name could be left behind.

After changing out of his opera robe, Yang Xiao planned to take a shower and then rest as soon as possible. After all, there might be something unexpected tomorrow.

But when he took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom, what he saw reflected through the mirror made the corners of his eyes twitch.

He turned his back to the mirror and saw an extra paw print on his back, off-center.

The palm print is extremely dark, the five fingers are thin and long, and the joints are distinct. It doesn't look like a human palm print at all.

It looked more like what a skeleton had left behind.

The thin and stiff ghost figure in the gray fog world suddenly flashed in Yang Xiao's mind. It must be it!

When he escaped from the gray fog world, a dark ghost hand poked out of the fog and reached out to him,

What was chilling was that he clearly remembered that the ghost hand had not touched him, but even so,

It still left a palm print on his back through the opera robe.

What on earth is that?

No, what kind of evil ghost is he?

Woman No. 24 died in the hands of this guy. The cause of death was that her magical weapon backfired, her left and right ankles were locked, and she was torn apart alive.

Yang Xiao also has speculations about the origin of this ghost, but there are only two kinds. The first is that it originally existed in the nightmare world of Guansi Pavilion in the academy. The gray misty space exposed after the collapse of the fishing village is the world it lives in.

Second, this guy has nothing to do with Guansi Pavilion or even the Confucian Academy. This guy was released by himself.

But it is impossible for such a terrifying guy to exist in his mirror world. The level of this thing is far higher than that of the ghost in the mirror. The only variable is the bronze mirror given to him by the Chamber of Commerce. He used that mirror in the mission. The bronze mirror was used as a medium for transmission, and the bronze mirror was given to him by Mo Dudai's sister who had "resurrected" from the "death" with the help of Chi Hengzhong, the president of the Chamber of Commerce. There might be some conspiracy involved.

However, as soon as this idea appeared, Yang Xiao dismissed it. It might be possible for Mo Daidai to plot against him, but people should be self-aware. Yang Xiao did not believe that Mo Daidai was willing to take out such a precious thing to plot against him. of.

According to Yang Xiao's guess about that thing, it is probably at least the level of the peak You level, or even higher.

"No matter what that thing is, don't let me bump into it again. Let's keep the same thing."

Staring at the dark handprints, Yang Xiao secretly prayed in his heart that he came here just to play the game. After entering the Xiaozangjing Pavilion and getting what he wanted, he would leave immediately and never cause any trouble to the old ghost senior.

Lying on the bed, Yang Xiao tossed and turned, until the sky turned faintly white, he gradually became sleepy, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

The dream began in his heart. Yang Xiao slept very uneasily during this sleep. He dreamed of many strange and strange scenes. He dreamed that he was back in the small fishing village, walking on the muddy path, surrounded by mist and dilapidated buildings. The wooden house looms behind the fog.

As if being guided by something, he walked back to the small courtyard at the west end of the village. It must have just rained. There were still large pools of water in the courtyard. Several figures stood there with their backs to him. In front of the dilapidated house, the scene was silent.

Yang Xiao remembered that there was originally a piece of cyan jade in the broken house, which also gave off a strange green halo. But at this moment, gray fog lingered near the broken house, and a gloomy and ghostly atmosphere could be seen through it.

Suddenly, several figures with their backs to Yang Xiao seemed to sense that guests were coming, and turned around almost at the same time.

The steps are stiff and the movements are the same.

From left to right, there is a bearded man with a Chinese character face, a fat middle-aged man with a beer belly, a tall and thin old man with a needle pattern between his eyebrows and a gray goatee, and finally a man in his 40s.

A woman of around 20 years old with a plump figure.

There are four people in total, namely No. 40, No. 9, No. 189, and No. 24 who died.

The four of them all had the same fake smile on their faces, like puppets on strings. They all raised their left hands to Yang Xiao, looking at him gently and calling him over.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped his whole body. Yang Xiao knew there was something wrong here, but he stepped out uncontrollably. He walked into the yard step by step and walked towards the broken house. He was getting closer and closer. Yang Xiao could already see The four people's mouths were wide open, revealing their ugly gums.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao's eyes inadvertently glanced at the feet of the four people. They stepped on a pool of stagnant water, which covered their feet. Through the reflection of the water surface, Yang Xiao saw a terrifying scene. He saw that the four people in the water had completely changed their appearance, and the three of them had completely changed their appearance. Each man's body was made up of pieces of minced meat, like a gourd of blood, while the last woman, No. 24, was split in the middle, her internal organs flowing from the vicious wound, and she was left lying in the mud. The scene was horrible to watch.

What's even more terrifying is that after their disguise was seen through, the thick fog behind the four people suddenly surged up, revealing the dilapidated house behind and the ghostly figure standing stiffly on the threshold of the dilapidated house.

It felt like his scalp was going to explode. The ghost had become a lingering nightmare in Yang Xiao's mind. He turned around and ran away, with the sound of feet scraping from the ground behind him.

"——"

"——"

The friction sound was as inescapable as a bone sister. No matter how Yang Xiao ran, he could not escape from this small fishing village.

Just a second before the footsteps came behind him and the ghost hand was about to grab him, Yang Xiao sat up suddenly and woke up from the bed.

"call--"

Panting sounds continued, and his forehead and back were already wet with cold sweat. Yang Xiao raised his hand tremblingly, his fingers still trembling.

The scene just now was so real that he thought he was going to die.

After calming down, he got out of bed, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and drank a few large sips of water. Only then did his nervousness ease a little.

Picking up the phone, he sent a message to Yang Cha, informing him that he had successfully passed the qualifying round, and asked him to inquire about the other three contestants in Rongcheng. Unexpectedly, not long after the message was sent,

Before Yang Xiao put down his hand, he received a reply. Yang Cha replied that he had something very important to talk to him face to face. He would be there in a few minutes and asked him to go downstairs now.

"So urgent?" Yang Xiao was startled, and he sensed something was wrong. If there was something he couldn't talk about over the phone, he had to talk about it in person, and it was at this time.

The phone showed 5 o'clock on the hour, so Yang Xiao only slept for half an hour. He vaguely felt that something was fishy, ​​so he walked lightly to the door and looked out through the peephole, but the corridor was quiet, and the corridor under the ceiling was quiet. The lamp emits a soft light.

But the more this happened, the weirder Yang Xiao felt. He rolled up his sleeves, and goose bumps appeared on his arms, as if as a warning.

There must be something wrong, but he hasn't noticed it yet.

"The phone in Bong Yiyi's hand suddenly vibrated, and another new message came from Yang Cha. The other party told him that he was already downstairs and asked about Yang Xiao's location.

Coming so quickly, Yang Xiao immediately turned off the night light in the room and then quietly walked to the window.

He hid most of his body behind the wall, opened some curtains and looked downstairs. It was still dark at the moment, and there were only a few street lamps downstairs that gave off a miserable light.

A familiar figure stood under the street lamp. What made Yang Xiao's heart tremble was that Yang Cha under the street lamp seemed to have a telepathic connection. While Yang Xiao was watching, he just raised his head, revealing a pale smiling face.

Yang Cha raised his left hand and waved it slowly to greet him.

There was a buzz in his head, and Yang Xiao "glared" and took several steps back uncontrollably. This scene seemed familiar. Yang Cha's gesture of greeting downstairs and his stiff smile were exactly the same as those four dead people in the fishing village in his dream!

At this moment, he also thought about the abnormality. He went to bed when it was dark, but now he woke up after a long sleep, and it was still dark outside.

Coming!

That...that guy actually came!

"Buzz" I see you. "

“Buzz

"I'm here to find you."

Two consecutive messages made Yang Xiao breathless. His first reaction was to open the door and escape. He must not be blocked in the room, but his remaining reason resisted him from doing so. Staying might be his only chance.

"Theatrical robe! Theatrical robe!"

Yang Xiao immediately went to find his backpack, but when he grabbed it, he found that the zipper on the side of the backpack had been halfway opened, and the opera robe inside was missing.

"I came in, on the first floor."

Yang Xiao was so anxious that he frantically searched for the opera robe in the room, on the bed, in the quilt, in the wardrobe, etc.

Under the sofa...

"Buzz" I got to the second floor and couldn't find you. "

Yang Xiao's room was on the fourth floor. It was too late to escape at this moment. He knew that the opera robe was the only chance to survive tonight.

"Buzz" on the third floor. "

With his eyes red, Yang Xiao turned the room into a mess, but the opera robe seemed to be avoiding him. Maybe it confirmed the old saying, when disaster strikes, everyone will fly away.

Kayang Xiao heard a dull scraping sound of feet that did not leave the ground from far to near, and finally stopped accurately outside his door.

After a while, the phone buzzed.

"I'm outside your door."

The pads of his fingers twitched, and the phone fell to the ground with a "dong" sound. Yang Xiao looked at the door in horror. Through the gap under the door, gray mist was desperately trying to get in.

The terrifying ghost refused to let him go after all, and actually came out of the nightmare world of Guansi Pavilion to claim his life!

The incoming gray mist quickly enveloped the door. The strong iron door was decaying and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was riddled with holes. Through the holes in the door, Yang Xiao saw a stooped, worn-out body. The body of the purple gold Taoist robe.

This is a mummy. The whole body is filled with gray mist, and the face cannot be seen clearly. The skin that is accidentally exposed has turned black and purple.

Without hesitation, Yang Xiao grabbed the chair and rushed to the window, smashing the glass twice, and jumped off the fourth floor the moment the mummy entered the door.

At the moment of falling to the ground, Yang Xiao woke up from the bed, cold sweat sliding down his neck. Looking at everything familiar around him, Yang Xiao realized that this was another dream.

A dream within a dream.

After calming down for a while, he got out of bed, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, drank a few sips of water, sat on a chair and took a deep breath, and then gradually calmed down his nervous mood.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao seemed to realize something and suddenly looked at the deformed water bottle in his hand. The last time he woke up from a dream, he did the same thing. He almost copied it this time. After calming down for a while, he got out of bed.

Unscrew the water bottle, fill it with water, sit on the chair and breathe heavily, even... .Even the degree of deformation of the water bottle is exactly the same!

Fear that he had never experienced before exploded in Yang Xiao's heart. He dropped the water bottle and went to the sofa to pick up his backpack. When he turned the backpack over, he saw that the zipper on the side was halfway opened, and the opera robe inside was missing.

Stumbling and running to pull open the curtains, Yang Xiao collapsed. The street lights downstairs outside were dimly bright.

But it was still dark in the distance.

It’s a dream again….

No, it’s... .It was he who was always trapped in this dream and never woke up.

If he wanted to survive, he could only rely on himself. After a brief hesitation, Yang Xiao decided to take a gamble. He threw the mobile phone in the room that might attract ghosts. Before the ghosts came, he quietly opened the door and ran away. Going out, he slammed every door he passed along the way, trying to attract the attention of some people who might be inside, but it was always quiet here, and he was the only one making noise. To be precise, it seemed that there was only one person left in the world. He is a living person.

This is not an aimless escape. Yang Xiao has a clear goal. He wants to go to Guansi Pavilion, which is the place where he competes and where all the encounters begin.

But as he ran, Yang Xiao noticed something was wrong. A layer of mist slowly floated around him. The mist became thicker and colder. The most terrifying thing was the familiar gloominess hidden in the mist. feel.

That guy is here... Yang Xiao can be sure!

He ran with all his strength in the direction of Guansi Pavilion in his mind, but the surrounding fog consciously approached him. He ran for an unknown length of time, and when he was about to collapse from exhaustion, he suddenly heard a distant sound floating in the air. There was a sound of blowing and beating.

The dark night, the deserted college, the strange mist, all these together with the festive sound of playing, were completely like a horror movie. But when he heard the sound of playing, Yang Xiao almost cried, and his body became energetic again. His calves were no longer cramped, so he rushed towards the sound of the playing with all his strength.

The gray mist in the distance seemed to be torn open by some force. The next second, a funeral procession carrying a red coffin filed in, and countless white paper money fell from the sky like heavy snow.

Before Yang Xiao had time to cry, he was picked up by two servants wearing melon skin hats, red clothes and green trousers, with blush on their faces. They were dressed like paper figures and tossed him gently into the red coffin. Inside the dark coffin, the next second, the coffin lid closed with a bang, and Yang Xiao was carried away while shaking violently.

I don’t know how long they walked along the way. The kid carrying the coffin didn’t take care of him at all. Yang Xiao was shaken to pieces. When the team stopped and the lid of the coffin was opened, Yang Xiao only had half a breath left. He couldn’t crawl. When he came out, the guys carrying the coffin didn't tolerate him at all. They lifted the coffin and threw Yang Xiao, who had already climbed out half of his body, to the ground.

"I'm crazy.::::

Yang Xiao's whole body ached. Before he could even complain, he saw a black and white portrait of himself hanging in front of the black coffin.

A large blood-red coffin stood quietly not far away, exuding an eerie and strange aura.

There was gray-white mist all around, and paper money was floating on the ground. Yang Xiao always felt like he had been to this place before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Soon, two guys, one tall and one short, walked out of the mist. The taller one was an old man who looked like a housekeeper, wearing cloth shoes and a gray coat. The short one was a little girl, dressed like a paper man with a pale face.

Yang Xiao knew that there was a coffin nail driven through the top of his skull buried in the braid on his head.

The little girl is the ghost in the ghost lantern. She is nominally under the command of Yang Xiao, but the final interpretation is in the hands of the good sister in the opera.

The lantern girl and the old man who looked like a housekeeper said nothing, and with two dead faces, they started to move stiffly in front of Yang Xiao... .acting.

Um.. . It should be an act. The old man is hiding in the mist, his figure is looming, while the little girl is holding a piece of white paper money, jumping over it, and sticking the white paper money to the old man. If you don’t do it once, you will do it twice. If you fail once, you will succeed three times... ． .

After watching for a while, Yang Xiao finally figured out the way, but he was so frightened that his face turned pale. He knew what his good sister wanted. She wanted to stick the paper money on the opera robe Mingyi to the withered manuscript. On the old ghost!

The good sister took a fancy to the opponent's ability and wanted to snatch the ghost herself.

"It can't be beaten, let alone beaten. Just one look at it will shorten your life by three years!" Yang Xiao shook his head like a rattle. Now that he saw the old ghost, his calves were cramped. Regardless of the opponent's level, he almost stared at everyone to death.

As soon as Yang Xiao finished speaking, the little girl who was actively acting stopped and turned to stare at Yang Xiao. With a wave of her hand, she threw out the wad of paper money in her hand. Then she jumped towards Yang Xiao, and the pigtails on her head began to rise. Trembling, thick blood mixed with white brains flowed out together. Behind the girl, dozens or hundreds of ghost figures slowly walked out of the mist. Each one showed the tragic scene before death, as if the door to the underworld had been opened.

What's even more terrifying is the big blood-red coffin not far away. A small crack opened in the coffin with a creak, and a pale hand poked out from the crack. Its long fingers with bright red nails pinched the edge of the coffin and made a crunching sound. sound.

At the same time, countless paper money fell inexplicably from the sky, some fell on Yang Xiao's head, and others fell on the coffin hanging Yang Xiao's portrait.

"You're afraid of that old ghost, but aren't you afraid of me?"

If there are subtitles here, Yang Xiao is sure that the good sister's lines must be this, or: "Why don't you ask that old ghost if he is afraid of me?"

Yang Xiao couldn't afford to offend either of them, so he chose the lesser of two evils. If he promised his sister now, he would still survive today. If he didn't agree, the coffin would be prepared for him later.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao figured out something. These top ghosts seemed to be able to feel each other's presence. His good sister liked that guy. And before, the guy's attack on him was not for his good sister.

Both guys want to eat each other.

In the world of the fishing village, the Ama Ghost also took away the magic weapon of the deceased after every killing. After restricting the Ama Ghost, no trace of the missing magic weapon was found. However, every time the Ama Ghost appears, it becomes stronger. It is judged that these magic weapons, as well as the ghosts in these magic weapons, have also been devoured by the sea maiden ghosts in some special way.

He had seen similar descriptions in the files of the Patrol Department before. The older the supernatural places were, the more apostles had died in them, and they would become more and more dangerous. In many cases, in order to prevent the situation from getting completely out of control, just You can choose to isolate and seal this place.

Not long after, Yang Xiao woke up from the bed for the third time, and this time, he lay on the bed for another five minutes after opening his eyes.

Later, he changed his position and got up. He did not drink water first, but immediately checked his backpack. After seeing that the opera robe was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After drinking a few large sips of water, he walked to the window and opened the curtains. It was already bright outside. After observing for a while, Yang Xiao found something was wrong. Students should go to class at this time, but students walking around the campus could hardly be seen. On the contrary, There were many more people who looked like college guards, and these people hurried to the other side under the leadership of several teachers.

"It seems like something happened. Could it be that...that mummy old ghost is not just harassing me?" Yang Xiao guessed.

It was not appropriate to go out today, so he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of those people's transfers and sent it to Yang Cha, asking him if something had happened.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't receive a reply from Yang Cha, which made the ominous premonition in Yang Xiao's heart become more obvious.

There were a lot of food in the room such as instant noodles, ham sausage, dried meat chocolate cookies, and two boxes of mineral water, all prepared by Yang Cha. These were enough for Yang Xiao to stay away from home for a while.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiao woke up and found that his mobile phone had no signal. At this moment, he confirmed that something big must have happened in the academy, and it was probably related to the mummified old ghost.

In the torture, he waited until it got dark before the mobile phone signal was restored. Just as he was debating whether to call Tong Han, there was a knock on the door, but the knock was deliberately kept low. Yang Xiao leaned behind the door and spoke. Look, there is actually Yang Cha outside.

Yang Xiao remained calm, picked up the phone and dialed Yang Cha. The next second, the phone vibrated outside the door, but Yang Cha just glanced at it and hung up. At the same time, he lowered his voice and pointed at the cat's eye, eagerly calling say something.

After opening the door, Yang Cha rushed in, closed the door first, and then said anxiously: "Brother Yang, something happened. I suggest you cancel all subsequent games."

"What's wrong?" Yang Xiao unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Yang Cha, leading him to sit on the sofa. Yang Xiao himself pulled a chair and sat across from him. "Don't be anxious. If you have anything to do, please speak slowly."

After drinking a few large sips of water, Yang Cha took a deep breath and said, "I came out secretly. Now the college is under martial law and all communications are being monitored. These are all related to the dark competition. There is a big trouble in the dark competition this time." ,

The level of casualties was unprecedented, and in some scenes no one even came out. "

"All dead?" Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Well, if the person is still alive, he will definitely be transported out. This is the only explanation." Yang Cha sighed and shook his head in annoyance, "The most important thing is that we can't figure out what happened inside. "

"You've been in there, do you remember anything?" Yang Cha looked at Yang Xiao as if asking for help.

But before Yang Xiao could speak, Yang Cha seemed to suddenly remember something and smiled bitterly, "Asking Brother Yang is in vain. Everyone's memory will be wiped out."

After careful consideration, Yang Xiao asked tentatively: "Do you know what it is like inside?"

"Inside is an unknown world that changes every once in a while. It may be a village,

a tall building, or even a forest, snowfield, or wilderness. All worlds that have appeared in the real world may appear." Yang Cha paused and added: "In a sense, Bisi Pavilion is a small nightmare world, but unlike the ghost script, it will not give you a hint in advance. Only when you really enter it, you will know what you are facing."

"But generally speaking, this nightmare world is much easier than the ghost script, and the rhythm is faster. Ghosts may not appear throughout the game. The biggest threat inside is the teammates who enter with you.

Here, mutual assistance is stupid, only hunting."

After speaking, Yang Cha also admitted that these were accidentally revealed by the family elders. He has never been in it. This dark competition is prepared for desperate people.

"Well... let me ask you a question. Don't mind. Since everyone who enters will have their memories erased, how do your academy elders know what's inside?" Yang Xiao followed logic and asked a basic question.

Yang Cha was stunned when he heard this. He didn't seem to expect that Yang Xiao would find the loophole so quickly. After thinking for a moment, he revealed: "Brother Yang, you are not an outsider, and I won't hide it from you, but you must keep it absolutely confidential. This matter involves a secret of the academy."

'Can I listen?" Yang Xiao couldn't help but prick up his ears when he heard the word "secret".

Yang Cha hesitated for a moment, subconsciously looked at the door, and then lowered his voice and revealed: "This Bisi Pavilion is not always like this. Some strange things happen every once in a while. This strange thing is not entirely dangerous, and there are also... .. .. .."

"What else?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.

"Opportunity." Yang Cha whispered.

After a moment, Yang Cha asked: "Brother Yang, do you know where this Bisi Pavilion is? "

"A mysterious place. Before I went in, a middle-aged man explained to me that there was a piece of green jade inside. It was barely a safe place. I think... that so-called jade is the resentful eye that triggered the mysterious world in the Bisi Pavilion."

"That's right. That Qingzun Bixi is the resentful eye. It is a very high-level and extremely mysterious resentful eye. Its function is to collect the ownerless resentful eyes lost in it and awaken the ghosts in them one by one, creating a nightmare world, so that these ghosts can gradually improve and strengthen themselves while hunting intruders."

"Just like raising Gu?" Yang Xiao's heart trembled.

"Yes, it is raising Gu. These desperate people who come to participate in the dark competition every year are Gu worms. To be precise, what we want is the resentful eyes they carry." Yang Cha said bluntly.

"So... you want to raise a powerful ghost? "Yang Xiao was also shocked by Yang Cha's remarks. He didn't expect that the Yunqi City Yang family, one of the top three schools, could do such a desperate thing behind the scenes.

As if he noticed the subtle change in Yang Xiao's tone, Yang Cha smiled and whispered: "Brother Yang, no one would do a business that loses money. Our Rulin Academy provides opportunities and does not force anyone to participate. They all voluntarily sign up because they have something to ask for. Besides, those who can come to participate in the secret competition,

If you randomly pick out 10 people and shoot them, 9 and a half of them will not be wronged. "

"Of course, I didn't say you, Brother Yang. You are my friend, and I know you well." Yang Cha explained again.

After calming down, Yang Xiao asked tentatively: "Then why do you want to raise ghosts?"

Yang Cha waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, you misunderstood. What do we want ghosts for? We want the resentful eyes, the resentful eyes represented by this last raised ghost. "

Yang Xiao took a deep breath. At this moment, he finally knew the origin of the mummy ghost. This guy was raised by the Yang family of Yunqi City with the help of countless apostles' bones and blood and resentful eyes. Moreover, those who can participate in the secret competition are not ordinary people. The resentful eyes on these people are naturally top-grade.

No wonder this old mummy ghost is so strong, but... can this thing really be controlled by humans?

"Then the strange thing you said this time... Could it be the work of the evil ghost you raised?" Yang Xiao asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Yang Cha shook his head, "I don't know. Bisi Pavilion will raise a ghost every long time, which is actually a high-level resentful eye. It is generally limited to 6 to 8 years, but it is not absolute. For example, it has been almost 15 years since the last time a resentful eye was raised. "

"15 years? "Yang Xiao's tone could not help but rise.

"Yes, I remember it was almost. I heard from the elders in the clan that many problems and strange things happened during this period. What happened here is not something that a junior like me can know. However, according to the calculations of the elders, it will take at least three years to raise the Gu this time, so this abnormality should not be related to raising the Gu."

Although Yang Cha said it with certainty, Yang Xiao had seen the dried corpse ghost wearing a tattered purple gold Taoist robe with his own eyes. If you say that this is not raised, Yang Xiao does not believe it. This thing will become a spirit after raising it for a few more years. Once it is released, even if there are masters in the Confucian Academy, it is afraid that it will be turned upside down, and it is even possible that the clan will be exterminated.

What Yang Xiao is most worried about now is the level of this ghost. He urgently wants to know how to deal with it. "Brother Yang Cha, the ghost you raise normally for 6 to 8 years... No, it is a resentful eye. How strong can it be?"

"That's not necessarily true. Normally, you can get a mid-level ghost level, and if you're lucky, you can get a ghost level or even a peak ghost level. It's all possible." Yang Cha explained patiently, "But being able to raise it is one thing. Whether it can be recovered and how much loss it will suffer during the recovery process are the key. If the recovery fails, many good people may have to be sacrificed, and in the end, nothing can be obtained."

Yang Xiao took a deep breath, and the terrifying appearance of the old ghost Gan Hu emerged in his mind. It would take 6 to 8 years to raise a ghost level or even a ghost level peak resentful eye. Damn, this old ghost has been raised for 15 years, and it's still a waste?