Free Web NovelChapter 1107: Chapter 757: Jiang Han
The lessons Chachai taught him during this period were put to good use with these two guys, and the effect was evidently excellent.
After pushing away the corpse pressing on him, Yang Xiao spread his arms wide, breathing heavily. Given his current physical condition, doing this was still too strenuous.
This place was not safe for lingering. Yang Xiao forced himself to stand up, planning to leave first and find a secluded spot to hide.
Of course, before leaving, he had to dispose of the two corpses first.
There was a well in the courtyard. Yang Xiao dragged the two bodies behind a tree for simple concealment, then dragged the corpse with a smashed head and crushed throat to the well’s edge, tossing it headfirst inside.
The person was burly, so it took Yang Xiao quite some effort to fit the corpse inside.
But before he could catch his breath and hurriedly return to move the second corpse, an accident happened; there was nothing under the tree, no trace of the corpse.
The corpse with a broken neck had disappeared!
Yang Xiao immediately drew short knife from his waist, adopting a defensive posture. This weapon was seized; his first thought was he had been exposed, and someone had entered the courtyard during this time. freeweɓnøvel.com
He cautiously edged closer to the tree, sure there was someone hidden behind it. He feigned a move, darted from the right side, swinging the knife—but there was nobody hiding behind the tree.
His suspicion of being ambushed, he reflexively turned around and swung again, but behind him, there was nothing but the sound of the wind.
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Things began to turn strange. He was sure the woman was dead, as nobody could stand up and run away after having their neck broken.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Yang Xiao glimpsed the tree trunk. In the dim light, there seemed to be some abnormalities on it. Maintaining vigilance, Yang Xiao moved closer and discovered they were actually several bloody handprints.
The handprints were chaotic, fingertips pointing upwards. Yang Xiao felt a sudden jolt in his heart, quickly backing away while lifting his gaze upward. In the next moment, a terrifying scene unfolded before his eyes.
A swollen silhouette was hanging upside down from a thick branch, cocking its head as if grinning at him, before leaping down, pouncing towards him.
Yang Xiao was knocked to the ground, feeling like he was hit by a flying truck, his head buzzing, as the head-tilted woman straddled him, laughing eerily while tearing at his clothes, large hands groping on him.
Yang Xiao struggled desperately, but to no avail, his head growing heavier, thoughts scattering. He fought to stay conscious; it was a battle testing the limits of his will and physical strength.
Until the woman’s face came close, the next instant, Yang Xiao suddenly woke up, lying on a bed, recognizing the room’s environment and furnishings as his own bedroom.
Looking at him was not an ugly decapitated female ghost, but Tong Han’s slightly haggard face.
"You’re awake?" Tong Han’s dim eyes suddenly became clear, his voice filled with delight.
Later, Yang Xiao learned from Tong Han that Daoist Qingfeng had brought him back. At the time, while exorcising the evil spirit possessing Ming Yue, he hadn’t expected the ghost to target him. In that critical moment, the Opera Robe Ghost intervened and suppressed the ghost.
However, whenever the good sister intervened, there was bound to be a price. Previously, it was the good sister who brought him into the dream world, and recalling everything that happened in the dream, the key point revolved around that man.
It was a young man bearing a resemblance to himself by about seventy to eighty percent. His name on the badge was Jiang Han.
The good sister wanted him to find that person.
Late at night, Yang Xiao nestled alone on the sofa, closing his eyes, with scenes from the dream world flashing through his mind. His body felt somewhat itchy, and he raised his hand to scratch, and suddenly, as if realizing something, he pulled open his shirt to see a bright red spot on his lower abdomen.
It was a fragment of the Drama Robe!
His pupils involuntarily contracted; he remembered clearly that it hadn’t been there before.
Yet this part... Yang Xiao furrowed his brow, took his backpack, retrieved the drama robe to compare, and sure enough, he discovered the problem. The spot on the robe originally had a magic artifact, taken from the Pingzong Building elder—a black stone, but now the stone was gone!
It wasn’t on the robe, nor was it on him. He tentatively touched the fragment on his abdomen, trying to sense it with spiritual power, but got nothing, unable to even perceive the existence of the black stone.
He rummaged through the drama robe meticulously, confirming the black stone was missing, and simultaneously, the Ghost Chef’s Knife taken from the Yu Yuan Sect had disappeared too.
Both magic artifacts were temporarily entrusted to the Mirror Ghost for use. Yang Xiao promptly summoned the Mirror Ghost, wielding the Ghost Chef’s Knife in his left hand and the black stone in his right hand. Both artifacts were indeed on the Mirror Ghost, yet had lost their connection with him.
Yang Xiao attempted to control the two artifacts but received no feedback.
The two magic artifacts no longer belonged to him.
Yang Xiao took a deep breath, somewhat comprehending that this was the Drama Robe’s backlash, or one might say the Opera Robe Ghost’s punishment for deceiving him. Now not only had he lost control over the two magic artifacts, the corresponding areas of skin had been replaced by the drama robe.
He went to the bathroom, undressed, and looked at himself in the mirror. By now, one-fifth of his skin had been replaced by the red Drama Robe.
The red areas were irregular, with rough edges and strange patterns, creating the appearance of some serious skin disease, distinctly terrifying.
The only thing that reassured Yang Xiao slightly was that only he could see this, otherwise it would be hard to explain.
Yang Xiao’s mindset had changed from the past; now, he could calmly accept the fate destined for him. As Tong Han had rightly pointed out, they, as Angel Envoys, were not above everything, merely prisoners of nightmares.
