Free Web NovelChapter 1155: Chapter 782: The Old Dean_2
Yang Xiao seemed to realize something, he turned his head, and the scene behind him frightened him.
Behind him was a square, crowded with people, and on the right side of the square stood several white stone pillars, with about a dozen corpses hanging under them.
As soon as he saw the faces of these corpses, Yang Xiao’s heart suddenly ached, and then an endless sorrow surged in, quickly transforming into anger. He recognized these people, they were members of the Patrol Defense Office who had come with them to trade in the Dharma Sect’s territory.
These people had been left behind in Wanqiang Town, and unsurprisingly fell victim to the Dharma Sect’s hands, their bodies displayed in the square.
The strongest among them was only a Fierce Level Apostle, barely worthy of attention in the eyes of the mighty Dharma Sect. Perhaps until their death, they didn’t understand why the Dharma Sect would kill them.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao saw these corpses with drooping heads each raise their heads, their eyes all looking at him, blood-tears flowing from their eyes, and their mouths cruelly ripped open, exposing the upper part of their naked oral cavity, along with torn blue throats—a scene too tragic to bear.
This heartbreaking scene deeply stimulated Yang Xiao, and in the next second, he awoke from the nightmare, only to find a young girl kneeling halfway before him.
The girl looked at him, shocked, wearing a yellow half-skirt, holding half a water scoop in her hand.
"Plop"
The water scoop fell into the bathtub, and the girl, speaking words Yang Xiao couldn’t understand, ran outside while calling out. By this moment, Yang Xiao, slightly recovering his senses, began to observe his surroundings.
This was a quite carefully decorated room. He was lying in a wooden bathtub, the tub wasn’t deep, it was narrow like those wooden coffins meant for mummies, and more than half of his body was submerged in a black medicinal bath.
This medicinal bath was icy cold, even floating with ice cubes, and the girl who served him was using the water scoop to pour the ice-laden medicinal bath over his head.
Shortly after the girl ran out, the footsteps outside suddenly became chaotic. Soon, the door was pushed open, and several figures came in, four people in total, including Sui, a middle-aged man in yellow, and an elderly man being supported by a maid.
"How are you?" Sui asked excitedly, coming to the side of the bathtub, unable to hide his concern.
Seeing such a scene, combined with his remaining memories, Yang Xiao immediately understood this was the Esoteric Sect’s territory. Sui and the others lived up to expectations and really called in reinforcements.
And it was that expert roaming the sandstorm who saved him and brought him back to the Esoteric Sect’s sanctum.
Recalling that person’s deeds, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but feel a wave of shock. The Demon Sect Vajra, known for its defense, was shattered by this person with one punch, leaving no remains.
Yang Xiao tried to open his mouth, but his throat was terribly painful, as if sliced by a blade, making it nearly impossible to make a sound.
"Brother, you don’t need to speak, you were saved by the High Priest of the Esoteric Sect, we’re all fine, Professor Cui is also out of danger. The people of the Esoteric Sect helped him, Tai Wenqin is taking care of him, so don’t worry." Sui Chengguo said.
"That... High Priest..." Yang Xiao squeezed out a few words, hoarsely.
"He’s not here, he went to the border." Sui Chengguo lowered his voice, "The people of the Dharma Sect came chasing, that White Robe Dharma King personally brought a group of experts to demand you. The High Priest is currently confronting them at the border, but don’t worry, they absolutely won’t hand us over. The High Priest promised personally, saying you’re a friend of the Esoteric Sect." Sui Chengguo patted Yang Xiao’s shoulder, comforting him, "After all, you returned his precious daughter to him, he’s very grateful to you."
"He... found the girl?" Yang Xiao’s mind was still foggy, but he remembered he had hidden the girl in the Mirror World, and he had tried to bring her out, but she refused to leave.
"This..." Sui Chengguo looked up at the elderly man being supported nearby.
The elderly man was pale but spirited, with a kind smile on his face, "I’m the one who guided the experts of the Esoteric Sect, opened your Mirror World, and brought the Esoteric Sect’s lady out."
"The Esoteric Sect’s lady is now in a nearby room, your substitute body has also been brought back, the Esoteric Sect’s lady is guarding it, not allowing anyone near, crying all night." The elderly man smiled helplessly.
Yang Xiao swallowed hard, nodding. He knew no one else could heal the Mirror Ghost’s wounds, only he could send it back to the secret chamber in the Mirror World and consume his spiritual power to heal it.
"I’d like... to speak with this... elderly gentleman... alone... is that okay?" Yang Xiao hoarsely asked, looking at the middle-aged man of the Esoteric Sect who seemed to hold some status.
The middle-aged man seemed to understand Yang Xiao’s request, nodded, and left with the maid. As he was leaving, Sui Chengguo gave Yang Xiao a look, "I’ll be outside, call me if you need anything."
It was apparent Sui Chengguo did not have a good impression of the elderly man, and at this moment, the elderly man had removed his mask, and even the black shackles on his feet were gone.
Just as Yang Xiao was about to ask something, the elderly man raised his hand to interrupt, took a small porcelain bottle from his chest, poured out a black pill, and without asking, directly stuffed it into Yang Xiao’s mouth.
"Eat this, it can treat your throat and relieve the pain." The elderly man explained.
Sure enough, after chewing and swallowing, Yang Xiao’s throat was less painful. The elderly man reached into the black medicinal bath, stirring it, muttering to himself, "Only the four great families of the Yin Temple could be so extravagant. The herbs in here would sell for a fortune at home."
As he spoke, the elderly man touched Yang Xiao’s skin, then asked, "How is it? My method isn’t bad, is it?"
Yang Xiao shuffled, checked himself over, discovering there hadn’t been any skin replacement this time. That pill had indeed temporarily suppressed the Opera Robe Ghost, putting it into a slumber.
This was vital for Yang Xiao; it could significantly ease the control of the Opera Robe Ghost over him and, more importantly, limit the robe’s backlash.
"The robe..." Yang Xiao seemed to remember something, immediately looking around.
"Don’t worry, it’s not lost, it’s on the chair behind you, I personally handled it for you." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Yang Xiao swallowed hard, nodding. He knew no one else could heal the Mirror Ghost’s wounds, only he could send it back to the secret chamber in the Mirror World and consume his spiritual power to heal it.
"I’d like... to speak with this... elderly gentleman... alone... is that okay?" Yang Xiao hoarsely asked, looking at the middle-aged man of the Esoteric Sect who seemed to hold some status.
The middle-aged man seemed to understand Yang Xiao’s request, nodded, and left with the maid. As he was leaving, Sui Chengguo gave Yang Xiao a look, "I’ll be outside, call me if you need anything."
It was apparent Sui Chengguo did not have a good impression of the elderly man, and at this moment, the elderly man had removed his mask, and even the black shackles on his feet were gone.
Just as Yang Xiao was about to ask something, the elderly man raised his hand to interrupt, took a small porcelain bottle from his chest, poured out a black pill, and without asking, directly stuffed it into Yang Xiao’s mouth.
"Eat this, it can treat your throat and relieve the pain." The elderly man explained.
Sure enough, after chewing and swallowing, Yang Xiao’s throat was less painful. The elderly man reached into the black medicinal bath, stirring it, muttering to himself, "Only the four great families of the Yin Temple could be so extravagant. The herbs in here would sell for a fortune at home."
As he spoke, the elderly man touched Yang Xiao’s skin, then asked, "How is it? My method isn’t bad, is it?"
Yang Xiao shuffled, checked himself over, discovering there hadn’t been any skin replacement this time. That pill had indeed temporarily suppressed the Opera Robe Ghost, putting it into a slumber.
This was vital for Yang Xiao; it could significantly ease the control of the Opera Robe Ghost over him and, more importantly, limit the robe’s backlash. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"The robe..." Yang Xiao seemed to remember something, immediately looking around.
"Don’t worry, it’s not lost, it’s on the chair behind you, I personally handled it for you."
