Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1259: Chapter 835: Carrying a Ghost on the Back

"It’s over..."

Hafeez’s mind went blank, his limbs stiff and unresponsive. He did not understand where the arrowhead came from, but he knew he was going to die.

He could clearly sense that something had appeared behind him, blocking the candlelight. The intruder also cast a shadow, which was creeping over and consuming his own shadow on the coffin like a living entity.

Its limbs twisted, hands and feet disordered, as if familiarizing itself with a new body, constantly trying various movements. freewёbnoνel.com

It was mimicking him, and Hafeez knew very well that once the mimicry was complete, it would be his end.

As a newcomer, he had survived thus far thanks to the support of his teammates, who had leapt forward in times of crisis to cover for him, sacrificing themselves so he could run first.

Ahmed did so, and so did Big Brother Juan, for which he was always grateful.

However, a person’s luck is ultimately limited, and he was going to die here, on the last night before the mission’s completion.

In this final moment, regret even overshadowed the fear, the light in his pupils gradually dimming, no longer reflecting the dwindling candlelight around him.

Hafeez pressed his lips together, suddenly thinking of his parents and family, memories of his life flashing through his mind like a racing montage.

He was still young and didn’t want to die, but this ghostly place had already devoured too many young lives.

At this moment, the ghostly shadow had fully risen, almost covering nine-tenths of his shadow.

This all happened in a matter of seconds, but in Hafeez’s perception, it felt infinitely long.

He surprisingly did not scream. He wouldn’t allow himself to make another mistake, considering there were still teammates nearby. He may have run out of chances, but his teammates still had hope.

Nightmares eventually come to an end; someone has to make it out alive.

As the twisted ghostly shadow was about to completely envelop his shadow, Hafeez slowly closed his eyes, and then came a burst of pain, sharper than he expected. He hadn’t thought a ghost’s method of killing would be so ruthless.

But when his body floated upwards uncontrollably, Hafeez quickly opened his eyes, realizing that things were not quite as he had thought...

Out of the corner of his eye, Hafeez saw Yang Xiao appear beside him, delivering a perfect side kick that sent him, kneeling and waiting for death, flying away.

Once freed from the ghostly shadow, the icy cold sensation on his body immediately dissipated by more than half. As Hafeez fell to the ground, he felt like a drowning man coming back to the surface, alive once again.

At the same time, everyone present had turned around, and as the ritual was broken, the pitch-black human figure that had mysteriously appeared behind Hafeez vanished once more.

Yet, no one dared to relax their guard, because they all knew the ghost was right beside them.

And it was about to attack again, as the surrounding candle flames were still being suppressed, violently flickering as if ready to be extinguished at any moment.

With a dire expression on his face, Hafeez’s lips trembled as he prepared to thank his savior, Yang Xiao, but was held back by the flash of coldness in Yang Xiao’s eyes.

At this moment, Hafeez’s mind began to clear a bit. He knew he had made a mistake, and now he couldn’t speak. Any utterance or breath would reveal human presence, triggering another ghost attack.

Musa swiftly picked up the broken incense stick from the ground, relit it, and shoved the small remaining piece into Hafeez’s mouth, which he smartly held with his lips.

Yang Xiao stepped forward, gesturing with hand signals to communicate his plan. Adila collected incense sticks from everyone’s belongings, lit them, and distributed one to each person, to be held in hand.

As Yang Xiao was the first to stretch out his arm, everyone immediately understood and stepped forward one by one, forming a circle, hand in hand, just like before.

The moment the circle was formed, the already dim hall grew even darker. More than half of the candles extinguished, and the temperature dropped several degrees, raising the hairs on everyone’s body.

There were originally only five people in the circle, but now a sixth person had appeared within.

The ghost had returned.

As before, everyone’s sense perception encountered severe asymmetry. Although Yang Xiao could sense the presence of a sixth person, he could not see them with his eyes, but could smell the nauseating burnt odor emanating from them.

Unfortunately, that smell permeated the surroundings, preventing him from pinpointing the source.

Moreover, what’s even more terrifying is that due to the darkness, he couldn’t even clearly see the faces of his teammates just an arm’s length away.

Each face was shrouded in shadow, as if obscured by an inexplicable force.

As time passed, these blurred faces began to twist into eerie shapes. Yang Xiao originally remembered each teammate’s position, but gradually, even his memory was interfered with, becoming chaotically distorted.

Subjected to this intensely disorienting sense of misalignment, the team’s trust in their surrounding teammates gradually began to crumble, with the hands holding Yang Xiao’s on either side starting to tremble to different extents, ready to let go at any moment.

Yang Xiao struggled to suppress this grotesque distortion. He knew very well this was the influence of the ghost. Right now, right now, if their formation was broken, someone among them would be immediately seized and killed by the ghost.

Just like what happened to Davi before. frёeωebɳovel.com

Biting the tip of his tongue sharply, the bloody taste exploded in his mouth, slightly calming his mind. Yang Xiao began to break the deadlock, inserting a stick of incense between the fingertips of the teammate’s right hand.

He slowly raised his right hand, stepping to the right, and in an extremely awkward posture, he skewed the incense into the teammate’s side.