Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 557: Chapter 484: Because of His Kindness

Someone was violently flung out, and those who survived were frantically fleeing for their lives. Cries and wails merged into a cacophony.

There was also the sound of flesh and bone crushed under the wheels of a car, along with the sound of feet trudging through mud as if the villa had ceased to exist, replaced by an endless muddy road on which a truck rampaged.

Thoughts returned to the past, the rainy night, the muddy road, the big truck... These were Wang Zhongli’s experiences just before his death, and now, history was repeating itself.

Through a bizarre phone call, Wang Zhongli dragged Mr. Wolf and the others into that rainy night before his demise.

With the last crushing roll, the faint groans abruptly ceased; on the other end of the phone, there was only the sound of the wind and rain splattering.

Yang Xiao couldn’t help but hold his breath, his nerves taut, trying to make his presence as minimal as possible.

Before long, the truck that had stopped started up again, its heavy body rolling over the muddy road, the sound fading in and out as it moved away, and the call ended along with it.

Monk Wukong silently lowered the phone in his hand; the screen light went out, and the phone returned to its original state.

It was a broken phone, only reachable by ghosts. freewebnovёl.ƈom

At this moment, there was dead silence downstairs. Yang Xiao waited a few minutes before mustering the courage to go down the stairs where, around a corner, a body lay at an odd angle on the ground, half its head crushed. A large smear of red and white matter stained the wall. Based on the man’s death pose, one could imagine he was hit by the truck near the villa’s front gate and flung here, his head smashing against the wall.

In the moment he was struck by the truck, the man had undoubtedly died, already a corpse before reaching this spot.

The hall was a vision of hell, with the man’s death at the corner being a comparatively merciful fate. The others were either dismembered or turned into indistinct masses of flesh and blood by the wheel’s crushing. Yang Xiao could only recognize Mr. Wolf’s body thanks to the leather jacket he wore.

Mr. Wolf was almost spread flat, as if rolled over several times by the largest millstone. The scene bore a striking resemblance to the effect Yang Xiao achieved when using his horsetail whisk to strike down his foes.

Looking at Mr. Wolf’s crushed face, an inappropriate thought popped into Yang Xiao’s mind, "Truly, a wheel across the face."

What was more bizarre, only the smashed and crushed bodies were present, while all other furnishings like the tea table, bookshelves, and sofas, remained intact.

"Good!" Monk Wukong looked down at the corpse on the ground, brought his hands together in prayer, and uttered a deep sound.

About ten minutes earlier, nearly at the same time Mr. Wolf stormed into the villa, there was movement at the hotel. The door to an inconspicuous room on the 10th floor opened, and a woman in casual clothing and sneakers quietly stepped out.

The woman wore a baseball cap pulled low to hide the upper half of her face and a mask. She hurried down the stairs with a black cloth bag in her hand.

The hotel’s occupancy rate wasn’t high, and the corridors were eerily quiet. The woman hastened to the 9th floor, approached room 9018 lightly, and listened at the door.

It was very quiet inside, as if it were unoccupied, but the woman glanced at her watch, then took a key from her jacket pocket. After taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door swiftly, darting into the room.

At this moment, Wen Chongxian was sitting on the sofa with a troubled frown. When someone burst in, he trembled with fright, jumped up from the sofa, and thought it was the Ghost knocking on his door. He cried out in panic, "Don’t, don’t kill me!"

The next second, the black muzzle of a gun was pointed at Wen Chongxian. "What are you doing? Why haven’t you made the call?!"

Wen Chongxian recognized the woman’s voice, "You... you’re Sha, no, you’re Fei Rou!"

"Indeed, you’ve already figured out my identity." The pair of eyes under the brim of the hat were gleaming with cold light, "Correct, I am Sha Meihui, who escaped back then. Now, take out your cell phone and call me, immediately!!"

"Or I’ll shoot you dead!" Sha Meihui stopped pretending; tonight was the final night, and if she could get through this night until 12 o’clock, she would be safe.

Wen Chongxian wasn’t a fool either. He dared not provoke Sha Meihui, who was armed with a gun, and could only try to stall for time, "Miss Sha, you... don’t shoot. This is a hotel; if you fire a shot, it’s all over for everyone, and you won’t be able to escape either!"

"Don’t try to play tricks on me. I’ve rented out several rooms nearby. Even if I fire a shot, no one will know." Sha Meihui finished speaking and took out a silencer from the black cloth bag slung on her wrist, screwing it onto the muzzle of the gun. Now, nothing could go wrong.

Wen Chongxian silently cursed her entire family for generations in his heart, but still put on a smile on his face, "Miss Sha, we had no grievances in the past and no enmity in recent days; as I see it..."

"Whoosh!"

The moment Sha Meihui pulled the trigger, Wen Chongxian felt a severe pain in his right leg, and his body uncontrollably collapsed to the ground, letting out a painful wail.

"I’ll say it again, take out your cell phone and make the call, or... I’ll shoot you dead!" Sha Meihui’s patience was exhausted; she had no more time.

Wen Chongxian was in a dilemma he couldn’t speak of. He couldn’t reveal that Yang Xiao, that bastard, had smashed his cell phone, otherwise Sha Meihui would certainly not let him off.

"Where’s your cell phone?" Sha Meihui asked loudly, pointing the gun at Wen Chongxian’s lower body, as if ready to pull the trigger at any second.

"There, there’s a cell phone!" Wen Chongxian hastily raised his hands, indicating his surrender, and then dragged his injured leg to crawl to the wardrobe. He pushed the wardrobe door open with force; indeed, there were cell phones inside, but all were smashed by Yang Xiao. Wen Chongxian had collected all the wrecked cell phones and brought them to this ominous room No. 9018, thinking they might still be useful.

Seeing that the cell phones were all smashed, Sha Meihui was on the verge of a breakdown. Her hand holding the gun trembled violently. She had specifically arranged for Mr. Wolf and others to come to the door tonight to prevent these people from playing tricks, which was actually just to have them scout the villa. But shortly after entering the villa, there was no news from Mr. Wolf and his group, and Sha Meihui guessed that something must have gone wrong. Taking the opportunity when the Ghost slaughtered Mr. Wolf and his men, Sha Meihui immediately set out to find Wen Chongxian, who was staying in the same hotel. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Don’t act rashly; there’s one that works! I was about to fix it!" Wen Chongxian pulled out a relatively intact cell phone from inside, but it either slipped out of his hands or his hands trembled, and the phone fell to the floor, close to Sha Meihui.

Seeing Sha Meihui squat down to pick up the cell phone, Wen Chongxian dug out a battery from the pile of phone wreckage and handed it to Sha Meihui, "Try putting the battery in."

In the instant Sha Meihui reached out with a mix of trust and doubt, Wen Chongxian violently smashed the battery onto her face, then grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. Caught off guard, Sha Meihui lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Left hand grabbing hair, right hand coiling strength for a punch to the face—his first punch broke her nose bridge, and blood gushed from her nose and mouth.