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Chapter 376: Horror Apartment (Second update, thanks to reader 20170223 for the tip!)

Horror apartment.

Room 1313.

"A King's Council must be convened. Now the real outlier has appeared." The missionary shouted at the landlord with a grim face.

He clutched the Dark Bible tightly, his face looking very ugly, like a corpse.

Certainly better than the cowboys and butchers who were already corpses.

He almost lost his life just now. He used damage transfer and sealing continuously in a short period of time. The life-saving supernatural props are gone, and his condition is very unstable.

"Calm down." The landlord didn't care and elegantly picked up a glass of blood-red wine to taste it.

"Crowley, I remember you were always so calm, how could you be yelling like a frightened child?"

"No!" The missionary's eyes were dark as he stared at the landlord and roared, "Lucas, I'm not kidding!"

"An alien species different from us has really appeared!"

Seeing the missionary's miserable state with strange and restless movements all over his body.

The landlord, King Lucas, put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Alien?"

"Aren't ghost riders like us considered aliens?" He pulled the corners of his mouth as stiffly as a zombie.

"What I mean is not to use supernatural powers." The missionary took a deep breath.

"No, it's also possible that he's perfectly utilizing supernatural powers, treating them as magic or supernatural powers!"

He slammed the table.

Although the fight (beating) was short, the missionary could clearly see that there was no supernatural fluctuation from the opponent.

The demon relied on pure physical strength and strange flames to defeat the butcher and the cowboy in an instant.

The butcher's body, infested with the spirit and nearly impervious to modern weaponry, fell apart like cheesecake.

And the other man, with a spear that was blazing, noble, and indescribably radiant like the sun.

This is definitely not some supernatural prop!
It's more like a super artifact in a superhero comic! !

"Crowley, you are kidding?" The landlord's corpse-like face twitched slightly, obviously extremely surprised.

"That's right, they are definitely not ordinary humans or ghost riders!" The missionary thought of the holy light.

"If there are evil spirits and hell, then it's not impossible that there are heaven, gods, or even aliens."

The missionaries' three views held for many years were completely crushed and trampled on the ground.

When he was still an ordinary priest, he didn't know that there were evil spirits in the world. So can he be sure now that there are really no gods in the world?

Regardless of whether these people can perfectly use psychic powers or possess other divine arts, superpowers, magic and other abilities.

Or maybe these are alien travelers in human form.

Only one thing is certain.

The world is about to change!
The real crisis is coming!
The landlord looked deeply at the missionary's panicked expression, and was very suspicious that the missionary's evil spirit had revived and started talking nonsense.

Although it is theoretically true that evil spirits exist in the world, the observable universe is vast and boundless, and it is not impossible that there are aliens who are superior to evil spirits!

There might also be a creator god who only returns once every thousand years.

But the landlord didn't believe it.

Many ghost hunters claimed to have seen gods in the last stages of their lives.

He is God's messenger and is here to cleanse the world.

But without exception, these ghost riders are all crazy.

History has proven that in this world, there are no gods, only ghosts!

"Crowley, calm down." The landlord took a step back and silently took out a blood-stained bronze pocket watch.

The missionary looked at him and sneered: "Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Of course not, my friend," said the landlord very coldly.

Just when the situation was tense, a girl suddenly appeared in the room.

She was about ten years old, with a pale face and big eyes.

But her pupils were dull and lifeless, like a porcelain doll.

"Twins, why are you here?" The missionary was obviously a little surprised.

The porcelain doll could no longer speak, its mouth was sewn shut with black thread, but its large, lifeless eyes kept turning, staring at the missionary strangely, like a ghost.

"I invited the twins to clear the evil spirit in room 1404." The landlord put away his pocket watch and wiped his monocle.

"She, came out?" The missionary obviously knew what it was, and he looked at the landlord sarcastically.

"Has the previous landlord completely become a ghost?"

"It's just an unconscious ghost. I have trapped her in the corridor between the 14th and 13th floors and she can't leave." The landlord said calmly.

"Ha." The missionary chuckled.

Apparently, the landlord and the twin kings had no way to deal with the terrifying ghost, and could only use the apartment's mechanism to restrain her.

A year ago, the horror apartment was controlled by a powerful ghost rider named Linda.

She used the powerful spirit of the horror apartment to shelter many ghost riders whose evil spirits were about to revive, and restricted the evil ghost tenants to those above the 12th floor, while floors 1 to 11 were all occupied by human tenants.

At that time, the apartment was still a spontaneous supernatural organization where ghost hunters gathered together to keep each other warm and help each other.

It is one of the most powerful supernatural organizations besides the King's Organization.

The current landlord, Lucas, was one of the tenants at that time.

However, because Linda refused the recruitment of the King's Organization, she was seriously injured by the captain alone, and fled into the horror apartment when the evil spirit was about to revive.

I thought I could rely on the tenants to help resist the pursuit of the King's Organization.

Unexpectedly, when Lucas saw the weak Linda, he did not appreciate her protection, but took action without hesitation, severely injuring Linda and seizing the management rights of the apartment.

Linda had no choice but to take her last breath and escape into room 1404, and she never came out again.

Lucas seized the management rights of the horror apartment and became the master of this extremely terrifying and mysterious place.

After he became the landlord, he not only killed some tenants who disobeyed him, but also mixed up the room numbers of evil spirits and humans.

It directly turned the horror apartment into a mysterious place of one-way oppression.

If the tenant wants to live in a safer room, he must submit to him, either completing the bloody tasks he issued, or regularly offering him gold and supernatural props.

This caused the tenants to complain, but the landlord never left the horrible apartment, so there was no way for them to retaliate.

The other tenants had to hold their noses and endure it in order to get a safe house.

But even though Lucas became the owner of the horror apartment, he was helpless against the evil spirit turned from the former landlord.

"It's a small matter." The landlord looked a little unhappy.

Apparently, the process wasn't going smoothly.

That woman was causing him trouble even after her death!
If she didn't still hold some authority, she would not be unable to fully control the horror apartment. She could only keep bringing in living residents and use them to satisfy the evil spirits' murderous restlessness and maintain the normal operation of the apartment.

"Crowley, I still have things to take care of. Since you have escaped the pursuit, please leave." The landlord sat back down and ordered him to leave with a cold look on his face.

As for the dead butcher and cowboy, the landlord was not familiar with them, and there was no need to find out who killed them. Kings had no obligation to help each other.

In the King's Organization, although he is not particularly strong as he controls the horror apartment, he is the real king in this apartment and has an army of evil spirits.

Only a few people such as the captain, the old woman, the landowner, the coffin bearer, and the cowboy could attract his attention, while the missionaries lacked direct killing power, which meant that they had entered the King's organization earlier and had a longer seniority.

"Okay." The missionary's face turned pale and he turned around to leave.

He lost a lot of supernatural props and the King's Squad, so it was not wise to conflict with the landlord here.

Since the landlord could not understand the great crisis he was talking about, he would go to the owner of the manor and the captain and organize a force to hunt them down.

The missionaries have discovered that among this group of "supermen" there are strong and weak ones.

The two strongest ones are almost immune to any supernatural attacks. Although they don’t have a ghost domain, it is equivalent to facing a real S-level ghost.

No, they are far more terrifying than S-level ghosts.

Others do not have such terrifying abilities and should be weaker. Perhaps they can be attacked through remote curses.

Maybe we can capture a few and get relevant information from their brains.

Or maybe, let him find another way by himself.

At this moment, the girl who looked like a broken porcelain doll seemed to have sensed something, and her large, lifeless eyes moved a few times.

In an instant, the landlord also sensed something, and his dark, pupilless eyes suddenly looked at the old closed-circuit television on the table.

"Wait!" he snapped.

"You lured him here?!"

The missionary turned around and saw the landlord's murderous look.

He quickly looked at the CCTV and saw that the figure, scarier than a ghost, was already standing at the door of the apartment. Moreover, he was smiling and greeting them behind the camera.

This is a terrifying scene comparable to an attack by a ghost!
"Damn it! How did he get into this haunted place!" The missionary was horrified.

You have to know that the horror apartment is in a very special and mysterious place.

There are only two ways to enter: either be invited by the landlord or hold the tenant's key.

Otherwise, even the owner of the manor would not be able to enter.

That's why the missionary can use a key to instantly escape from reality and hide in the haunted place of the horror apartment.

But this monster, how did he get in?
At this time, the landlord stared at the missionary coldly, holding his pocket watch tightly in his hand. Now he was somewhat suspicious whether this was a trap set by the missionary to kill him!
"Now is not the time for civil unrest, Lucas!" The missionary's face twisted.

"He's coming in!"

"Let all the evil spirits go and kill him, quickly!"
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"He actually came to the apartment."

Standing at the door of the apartment, I saw the string of English letters.

Zhuang Boshi recalled a king of the King Organization who was mysteriously resurrected.

His code name is Landlord. He wears the same monocle as Amon and owns a horror apartment.

The original novel describes this building as being just as terrifying as the Haunted Post Office, but where exactly is it so terrifying...

do not know.

Didn’t say either.

Judging from the poor performance, the third generation of Wang can resist three kings and one apartment ghost for a long time here.

That shouldn't be too scary.

Anyway, it's probably a place where evil spirits gather.

As for the missionary, Zhuang Boshi could vaguely see him on the 13th floor, looking terrified, through the layers of ghostly spaces in the apartment.

Beside him was an old man with a monocle and a scary little girl who looked like a porcelain doll.

The twins are here too.

Just enough to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Zhuang Boshi's divine eyes became brighter and brighter, and the invisible curse line became clearer and clearer, and he was about to teleport and invade.

But the landlord seemed to sense something and took out a small table knife and stabbed the landlord fiercely.

The curse line broke instantly.

Ok?
The landlord could actually sense my preacher curse.

Zhuang Boshi frowned slightly.

From the first to the thirteenth floor, it seems that each floor is an independent ghost realm.

But the ghost realm is very shallow and cannot block his divine eyes. But when it comes to the fourteenth level, he can only see roughly, and as for the fifteenth level, he can't see clearly at all. The ghost realm is too deep.

From the first to the thirteenth floor, the rooms are densely packed with evil spirits.

It's truly a den of ghosts.

Since you won't let me teleport over here, I'll burn down your entire apartment.

See if you can still sit still!
The moment he walked into the apartment door, Zhuang Boshi had already opened the fourth-level gene lock, ready to deal with sudden attacks at any time.

But nothing happens.

It seemed like just an ordinary old apartment.

Although the air on the first floor was heavy and moldy, it did not have the bloody and rotten smell that one could smell outside.

There was only a reception desk in the lobby of the apartment, which was empty and covered in dust. It seemed that no one had worked here for a long time.

Zhuang Boshi saw a row of key cabinets behind the front desk.

Most of them were empty, but a few still had a bunch of brass keys hanging on them.

There was nothing else of value except a scratched photo of a white woman lying in the corner.

There was no registration book, no flower directory, and no apartment rules. Zhuang Boshi picked up a bunch of keys at random.

At that moment, he felt as if his spirit had established a connection with a room in the apartment.

As long as you take out this key outside, you can return to the apartment at any time. It is an excellent way to escape.

As a price, you must complete the apartment's bloody mission every week.

It's a bit like the mechanism of a ghost post office.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at the key number, Room 206.

Is there any connection between the height of the floor and the horror level?
The apartment has an old elevator but it seems to be in disrepair.

Zhuang Boshi casually held the key in his hand and walked up the corridor.

The corridor was so dark that the stairs were almost indistinguishable.

Zhuang Boshi could clearly see numerous ghost footprints and broken limbs on the ground, which seemed to be the bodies of many tenants.

He didn't care and walked up slowly. The sound of his footsteps was very clear, as if it reached the top floor and echoed down.

Tap tap tap.
The footsteps intertwined with each other, as if several people were walking in the corridor at the same time.

But this was not an illusion. Zhuang Boshi could clearly distinguish the sound of footsteps coming down quickly from upstairs, and there was also a sound of footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer.

Zhuang Boshi breathed a sigh of relief. The ghost finally came.

He stopped, but the two footsteps didn't seem to stop, and continued to approach quickly.

So close!

Swish!
Two terrifying shadows were strung on the barrel of the gun like a string of candied haws.

The evil ghost kept struggling, with a look of fear on its face, and it bared its fangs and claws towards Zhuang Boshi.

The blazing and brilliant Samadhi True Fire suddenly rose up, erupted from Zhuang Boshi's body, and poured all over the ground.

In an instant, the darkness "lit up".

A dozen terrifying ghosts appeared in front of and behind Zhuang Boshi at some point.

At the moment of the terrorist attack, they were all swept away by the rumbling Samadhi True Fire.

The bodies of the evil ghosts were slammed hard against the wall, and the flames continued to burn them. More than a dozen evil ghosts were burned out of their shape by the golden-red flames.

Only the most original rune combination fragments were left, which Zhuang Boshi put into a large golden cloth bag.

"It's so weak that it doesn't even have a rule of instant death." Zhuang Boshi complained.

There should have been quite a few evil spirits in the corridor, but after this burning, they were basically all gone.

He continued to walk up.

When he reached the corridor on the second floor, he stopped.

The smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed at all.

"Really, quite enthusiastic!"

He kicked the corridor door hard, breaking it into pieces, and the two evil spirits behind him flew out.

But the dense swarm of evil spirits has blocked the entire corridor, like enthusiastic neighbors truly welcoming the new tenants.

Black eyes, green eyes, red eyes.
Twenty pairs of terrifying ghost eyes stared at him at the same time.

In an instant, almost a dozen killing patterns were superimposed at the same time.

Dozens of fatal wounds suddenly appeared on Zhuang Boshi's body.

Eyes gouged out, hearts pierced, internal organs rotted, blood dried up, and bones turned to sand.

Cold water drops, dark flames, ghost hands, ghost feet, and ghost breath.

Curses and spirits were running rampant in his body, trying to take his life.

If it were an ordinary ghost rider who had not been restarted or was in the top ghost realm, and was attacked by more than a dozen evil ghosts at the same time, he would definitely die on the spot, or the evil ghosts would be revived.

But it would be very difficult to kill Zhuang Bosch with this level of physical attack.

Ghost riders cannot control the spirits like warriors control their internal energy.

We can only rely on crude methods such as supernatural hedging or suppression.

As a result, no matter who wins or loses, their bodies will be in a mess.

However, the fourth-level subtle ability can quickly guide the supernatural power, and combined with the true reversal technique, the wounds on the body were completely healed in less than a second.

"What warm and welcoming neighbors!" Zhuang Boshi said to the group of evil spirits with a smile.

"I just happen to have a gift in return, so you guys are welcome!"

The golden-red sea of ​​fire instantly engulfed the entire second floor.

(End of this chapter)