Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1063: Chapter 734: Thousand Prison Country

After confirming there were no flaws, Yang Xiao abandoned his luxury off-road vehicle and walked to the outside of the villa district to call an internet taxi.

At exactly 8 o’clock, Yang Xiao appeared in front of Zhao’s Script Club, where a number of young people were gathered, either sitting or standing. Some were engrossed in their phones, while others sat around a small table playing card games. These were players who had reserved rooms in advance and were waiting for their turn.

Zhao hadn’t lied to him; business was several times better than before.

To the left and right of the Script Club entrance stood two life-size standees. To Yang Xiao, they were familiar, as they were key characters from his scripts: one was the red-clothed female ghost from "Fenmen Ghost Play," and the other was the tape-face murderer from Yang Xiao’s earlier script "Rainy Night Murderer."

"All memories..."

Yang Xiao sighed to himself as he was about to enter when someone called to him from behind.

"Hey handsome, hey, wait a minute!"

At these words, Yang Xiao, along with several guys standing not far in front of him, turned around.

A girl with twin ponytails, dressed in an adorable beast-girl cosplay, came jogging over and, without asking, handed her phone covered in a fuzzy case to Yang Xiao, sweetly asking, "Brother, can you take a picture for me?"

Yang Xiao was initially reluctant, as he had matters to attend to, but rejecting her might attract more attention. He nodded, took the fuzzy phone, and the girl dashed over to the red-clothed female ghost, striking a peace sign at the camera. Yang Xiao pressed the shutter at the right moment, realizing she was just a girl checking in.

Afterwards, she posed next to the tape-face murderer wielding a makeshift giant axe, sticking her head under the murderer’s axe and making a funny face for the camera.

"Done." Yang Xiao took several photos in one go, giving her options to choose from later. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Thanks, brother." The girl took back her phone but didn’t enter the Script Club; instead, she began to operate it skillfully while looking down.

Yang Xiao grew curious, pausing behind the girl to secretly observe what she was doing.

He watched as she adeptly opened her app, pasted two photos, and a bold and eye-catching title stunned Yang Xiao’s pupils: "Avoid this script writer!!"

"Played two signature scripts in one day, exhausted me. Not scary at all, terrible experience, over a hundred bucks wasted. Male ghost was cool, female ghost was too pathetic, garbage writer is misogynistic! Sisters, beware!"

Yang Xiao: "?!?!"

Before Yang Xiao could react, the girl twirled her little tail and swaggered away, leaving Yang Xiao standing alone in the cold wind.

"Fine, fine, a hater, huh? If I weren’t in a hurry today, I would have begged you on my knees to delete that post!"

Shedding the unpleasantness, Yang Xiao entered the Script Club and headed straight to Zhao’s office, the place they agreed to meet.

After knocking three times, Yang Xiao pushed the door open to find Zhao sitting on the sofa, with a young girl seated on the other side.

The girl wore casual clothes and thin black-framed glasses, with a high nose bridge and fair skin. Upon Yang Xiao’s entry, she got up hastily, appearing somewhat reserved.

"Shuya, let me introduce you, this is President Wen, he’s the one interested in your script."

"President Wen, this is Qin Shuya, a graduate student in classical literature, with robust professional skills."

Zhao stood up with a smile, introducing the girl as per his and Yang Xiao’s agreement to not use real names.

The girl curiously sized up Yang Xiao, seemingly not expecting the capable big boss Zhao had described to be so young.

After brief pleasantries, Yang Xiao took out a tablet from his backpack, containing photos of ancient books he had taken.

Yang Xiao had taken a picture of each page, and the clarity should suffice for translation. For security reasons, he certainly couldn’t show the girl the actual ancient book.

"Miss Qin, I’ll have to trouble you." Yang Xiao nodded politely. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"You’re too kind."

"I’ll leave you guys to it, I have other matters to attend to." Zhao felt this was a matter for the younger people, and he would be a bit of an eyesore, so he withdrew, trusting Yang Xiao’s character.

Although Qin Shuya had no idea why she was to translate these, at their first meeting, she just assumed the other party was testing her. She even worried the investor might make some unreasonable demands, but upon seeing Yang Xiao, her concerns were dispelled.

This person exuded scholarly air, courteous in demeanor, and seemed quite reliable. At worst, he was probably just an unskilled rich heir.

Yang Xiao appeared nonchalant while observing Qin Shuya’s reactions, mindful of the treacherous world, wary of what she might deduce from the book.

Sure enough, after reading for a while, Qin Shuya adjusted her glasses, looking up at Yang Xiao with a slight frown, "President Wen, may I ask where you got this book?"

"Why? Is there something wrong with it?" Yang Xiao kept a natural demeanor, responding with a question.

"From my observations, this book should be an ancient manuscript, not a modern imitation, and... it’s at least over 300 years old."

Qin Shuya pointed to a spot on the tablet, explaining, "The wording here is quite precise, unlike the privately copied ones I’ve seen, resembling an official edition, just that..."

"Just what?"

"Just that the content inside is somewhat odd, not quite like anything I’ve encountered before."

"Miss Qin, I’m pressed for time, and to be frank, I am very interested in your script and have investment intentions, but currently, I’m not very confident in your professional capabilities."