Nightmare Light

Chapter 290 The Apostle's Escape
The apostle awoke.

He had a splitting headache.

A violent wave of dizziness surged through his brain, causing a pricking sensation. Each time the wave of dizziness crashed into his brain, the pricking pain would erupt simultaneously.

At the same time, there is a spot on the back of my head that is in extreme pain.

What... what's wrong with me?
Did you fall down the stairs and hit the back of your head?

Or was he hit in the back of the head by a train?

The apostle was dazed and shook his head vigorously, but his mind was still foggy and he couldn't remember anything.

He rolled over and tried to get up, only to find that his hands and feet were tightly bound.

"What! Why am I tied up?!"

The apostle was filled with shock and anger.

He struggled a bit and discovered that what bound his hands and feet was an exceptionally strong plastic rope—he knew this was the kind the police used to tie up prisoners; it was very sturdy, and if he struggled, it would only tighten further.

The apostle opened his eyes and looked around.

This was a room with unusually bright lighting, surrounded by five or six powerful lights that shone brightly into his eyes.

Outside the light, several figures were hidden in the darkness, their shapes and features obscured. However, one of them was unusually tall, much taller than the others.

These must be the people who arrested me...

The apostle vaguely came to this conclusion.

Suddenly, the apostle heard a solemn and deep voice from among the shadows: "Are you the murderer who stole the blood of Deer Mountain?"

Blood! That's right! I'm here to steal blood!
A flash of inspiration struck the apostle; he remembered his mission—to steal the blood of the Deer Mountain people.

He shook his head vigorously a few times to dispel some of the awful dizziness.

Some memories also returned to his mind—when he was controlling a mosquito, preparing to steal blood, the mosquito was suddenly killed.

Just as he was preparing to open a Taobao store, he encountered a genius.

Then, he appeared here.

So, I guess I've been caught...

Ouch, why does the back of my head hurt so much?

"Cult of Blood, answer my question!" the deep, authoritative voice asked once more.

The apostle scoffed, looking contemptuously at the shadowy figure outside the spotlight: "What right do you have to question me, you cowardly fellow who only dares to hide in the darkness? Besides, you should address me as... Lord Apostle."

boom!
The lights were turned off, and the surrounding light suddenly changed from extremely bright to normal. The apostle was so shocked by the bright light that he closed his eyes and it took him a long time to readjust to the surrounding light.

He saw a tall, imposing man from the north looking down at him: "And now?"

"Huh? A northerner? You brought me to the north? No, there are also Candle Clan members... so this is still Tangsheng City."

The apostle chuckled, “I am deeply honored...so many people are paying attention to me alone.”

He shifted his body, trying to make himself a little more comfortable: "That's right, I am Lu Shan Blood Thief... Thief is a harsh word, I only borrowed some blood, but it was indeed me who did it."

"What is the purpose?"

"Why should I tell you?" The apostle smiled, while simultaneously breaking off his own fingers behind his back and slowly pulling his hand out.

“Cultist! Don’t think we don’t know just because you don’t say anything!” A young woman with wheat-colored skin pointed at him, biscuit crumbs still clinging to her lips. “You’re definitely helping the Blood Cult cause trouble!”

“Yes, you’re very clever.” The apostle looked at the woman without fear. “So, guess what I’m going to do?”

"you……"

The tall northerner walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and leaned close—the apostle could already see the man, his dark, sharp eyes, and the flames burning within them.

"Blood Cultists, don't try to test our patience!" the Northerner said. "We have many ways to make you experience the pain of interrogation!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of this?" The Blood Cultist's lips curled into a smile as he slowly said, "The day I became a member of the Blood Cult, I dedicated my life... to the cause."

He pulled his hand out completely, then subtly and slowly bent his fingers back into place.

He began to form hand seals. The interrogators, including the Northerner, were clearly annoyed by the apostle's stubbornness. The Northerner waved his hand forcefully: "I suggest we torture him! I refuse to believe he won't talk!"

"Oh... torture, that's a good method indeed." The apostle chuckled sarcastically. "I sincerely suggest you give it a try; it might just work."

The northerner turned his head angrily: "Cultists! Don't think... What? What's going on?"

The entire surrounding space trembled.

At the same time, a low "humming" sound accompanied the entire space.

Outside the room, in the sky, a dense, endless buzzing sound grew ever closer.

The apostle grinned at the people around him, revealing a smug smile: "Do you think I only have one or two mosquitoes? Mosquitoes... are creatures with a very high reproductive rate."

"Damn it! There are many ordinary people on Deer Mountain! If these mosquitoes swarm into Deer Mountain, it will cause huge casualties!" The northerner's expression changed drastically. He shouted into the air next to the apostle, "You keep an eye on this guy! We'll deal with those mosquitoes!"

Beside the apostle, a gigantic, semi-invisible brain slowly emerged from the air and waved its tentacles at the Northerner: "Don't worry, if I could catch him before, I can catch him again."

These guys really did have a backup plan!

The cunning Deer Mountain Man...where did he get these helpers from?!

And what's with this weirdly big head?

The apostle's mind raced, but his hands kept moving. He secretly stabbed his hand into his body, and some blood flowed out.

He sucked the blood onto his fingertips, splitting it in two. The larger portion condensed into a blood blade, while the smaller portion flowed silently toward the door.

He began to wait for an opportunity.

The tall northerner, accompanied by several companions, charged out shouting. They were indeed elite helpers invited by the Deer Mountain people, and their strength was astonishing.

In less than a minute, the apostle had shot down hundreds of mosquitoes.

Now is not the time to feel sorry for mosquitoes.

The apostle adjusted his breathing and gave an instruction to the smaller droplet of blood at the doorway.

The next second, the blood suddenly twisted and turned into a blood-red fist, which jumped up and slammed solidly into the big head.

The brain monster reacted instantly, sending several tentacles around a table to block its path.

The blood-stained fist slammed into the table with a loud crash, shattering the table into pieces.

It's now!

The apostles have moved!

His hands had already broken free. Holding the dagger, he swiftly stabbed at his leg. The moment the plastic rope on his leg was cut, he used all his strength to slam into the brain monster. Caught off guard, the monster was sent flying and crashed into the wall behind it, creating a crack.

Taking advantage of the opening, the apostle rushed towards the door, then smashed open the window at the end of the corridor and jumped out.

Behind him, the big man shouted angrily and chased after him.

But this time, the apostle was prepared—a swarm of mosquitoes descended from the sky, grabbed his clothes, dragged him into the air, and flew away.

The apostle's loud laughter echoed in the air from afar.

"You ants! Regret it! You are about to face the most devastating revenge!"

……

Cang stopped the pursuit.

A few seconds later, Lin Wang appeared not far from Him.

"Will this Blood Cultist return to his lair safely?" Wenqujun pointed with his tentacles in the direction the apostle had fled.

“No.” Lin Wang shook his head firmly. “He is a professionally trained cultist. He will not go straight back to his lair like this—he will be wary of us.”

“However, you must have a backup plan, right?” Cang Youyou said.

"Yes, I had a backup plan," Lin Wangye said quietly, a flash of white fire disappearing from his eyes.

(End of this chapter)