Nightmare Apostle

But now it’s too late to say anything. She needs Guo Tiejun to wake up and help her get through this ordeal. This is her only chance.

What Feng Xiaoyan didn’t expect was that as soon as she rushed into the dormitory, the footsteps of "Aunt Zhang" outside the door suddenly disappeared.

She waited for a full half minute, but the footsteps never resumed, nor did anything slam into the door. All of this... just ended like that.

Feng Xiaoyan dared not be careless. She decided to wake Guo Tiejun first; they shared both fortune and misfortune.

But just as she turned around, the scene before her made her freeze momentarily. She saw that Guo Tiejun, who had been lying on the bed, had somehow stood up.

He stood on the pillow, his back to her, completely still and silent, the situation indescribably eerie.

"Tie... Tiejun, listen to me, don’t scare me. I’m timid, I was wrong, I’m truly... I’m really wrong, please forgive me." After a series of fright, Feng Xiaoyan’s emotions were on the verge of collapse, tears flowed endlessly, and her voice trembled continuously.

"Zzz... Zzz..."

"Snap!"

The roof was leaking at midnight. Just as Feng Xiaoyan was desperately pleading, suddenly, the light bulb overhead flickered spookily a few times before finally going out with a "snap," plunging the room into instant darkness.

What’s more terrifying than a ghost suddenly appearing? It’s when the ghost appears and then suddenly disappears.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoyan fully experienced this horror; she knew the ghost hadn’t left and was hiding near her in this less than 20-square-meter small room.

She gasped heavily, her eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. Soon she discovered something incomprehensible; it seemed that her surrounding environment had changed.

Everything around was indeed dark, but it was a layered darkness, shrouded in a vague shadow in the distance.

This was a very large space, far larger than her dorm room.

After a moment, she finally realized where she was. This... was a cinema!

Nearby, she saw a vague shadow, almost average-sized; it was a large area of empty seats.

The ghost had brought her to the cinema!

Feng Xiaoyan had an inkling of what was going to happen next, but she... she wanted to struggle a bit more, she was still young, she didn’t want to die, she shouldn’t die!

"Thud"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from not far away. Feng Xiaoyan held her breath and focused, staring at that direction. She vaguely saw a black shadow appear near the stage.

The black shadow was relatively far from her; she was near the cinema’s back door, with the main door not far behind her, so she turned and ran towards it.

But once she reached the door, no matter how she tugged or kicked, the door seemed welded to the wall, not moving an inch.

"Thud"

"Thud"

"Thud"

Heavy footsteps were approaching, unhurried, exerting infinite pressure on her, clearly determined to get her.

When the shadow got closer, Feng Xiaoyan confirmed that the shadow was not "Aunt Zhang."

Though she couldn’t see the face clearly, the difference was obvious. The shadow was clearly taller; this was a man.

Moreover... Feng Xiaoyan inexplicably felt that the person seemed familiar, like she had seen him somewhere.

The shadow drew nearer and nearer. Feng Xiaoyan ran all around the cinema, but it was useless. She was soon cornered by the shadow, with just one blow leaving her defenseless.

Ignoring her desperate pleas, a pair of cold hands tightly clasped her throat, pressing her into a seat, then raised scissors and began cutting her face.

"Snap"

"Snap"

Feng Xiaoyan let out heart-wrenching screams. The scissors were already very blunt, and the tip was severely worn. Each cut was not clean, requiring three or four cuts to completely sever her skin, an unimaginable level of pain.

Her face was covered in blood, and half of her skin had been peeled away. Feng Xiaoyan was already in a dying state, almost dying from the pain.

The pain inflicted by the ghost was exponentially increasing. It was a blatant form of revenge.

Malice, anger, violence, resentment, cruelty... this Fierce Ghost seemed to be a collection of all negative emotions, and at this moment, it poured all its hatred onto Feng Xiaoyan.

In her final moments, Feng Xiaoyan experienced a burst of energy, suddenly struggling violently, her bloody eyes fixed on the shadow’s face as if she recognized it:

"You! It’s you!! Ahhh!!!"

But the shadow turned a deaf ear, working like a machine, continuing to cut with the scissors, roughly separating the flesh and skin until completely peeling off her face.

At this point, Feng Xiaoyan, bereft of her face, ceased to struggle, lying straight on the chair, her body still tense from her dying state, her eyes wide open, pupils dilated, completely lifeless.

...

When Yang Xiao crawled out of bed, it was almost noon. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window.

Outside, daylight was already bright. The rain had stopped, and the sun hung high, pouring down warm sunshine. The weather was quite nice.

"Why didn’t you wake me?" Yang Xiao looked at Ye Zheng, who was tidying things up with his back to him in the room, and asked.

"You looked so sound asleep, I didn’t wake you. You’ve been exhausted these past days." Ye Zheng turned around, his eyes bloodshot from staying up almost all night, but his expression remained composed.

After they returned last night, Ye Zheng let Yang Xiao rest first, saying he’d keep watch for two hours before waking Yang Xiao to switch shifts, but Yang Xiao slept straight through until now.

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