Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1269: Chapter 839: Prophecy

The moment they rushed into the cave entrance, a familiar feeling of weightlessness hit, and Sopa, who was dragging him, disappeared.

Under Yang Xiao’s feet was empty space, and his entire body fell uncontrollably downward.

A bizarre sense of dizziness filled his mind, memories from the script flickered like slides, and time and space lost meaning until Yang Xiao closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao awoke in a muddled state. The surroundings were somewhat dark, but the softness beneath him was that familiar large bed.

He barely propped up his body and glanced around. The light was dim, and dawn had not yet arrived. Not far off, two girls were curled up on the blanket in front of the screen.

The girls nestled against each other, eyes closed, their bodies gently rising and falling, clearly sleeping soundly.

Yang Xiao relaxed his body, flopping back onto the bed, feeling the lingering warmth. At this moment, he felt as if he had been resurrected.

He was back, back in the camp of the Esoteric Sect, and the martyr’s prediction of his certain death had been broken.

Taking deep breaths, every breath of air was sweet. It took a full ten minutes for the near-death sense after surviving the disaster to gradually fade.

In its place was a suppressed anger in his chest.

"Adila..." Thinking of the face when he struck the copper bell made Yang Xiao want to slash him with a knife.

If this revenge isn’t exacted, Yang Xiao swore he wouldn’t be human. Even when he discovered Adila had killed teammate Maria, Yang Xiao hadn’t thought of taking action against him.

Though also considering team interests, Yang Xiao felt he had already been as benevolent and just as he could be.

Now, Yang Xiao was almost certain that the death of Old Mr. Musa was also Adila’s doing. This guy was the scourge within the team.

Thinking this, Yang Xiao awakened the two sleeping girls by the screen. The girls were frightened upon being woken up, immediately kneeling upright, begging Yang Xiao for forgiveness, explaining they had fallen asleep accidentally.

"It’s not your fault. Now go outside and find the steward. Tell him I’ve returned from that world." Although Yang Xiao’s physical injuries were healed, his spiritual power state was still weak, and he spoke feebly.

Upon hearing this, the girls looked up at Yang Xiao, eyes full of confusion, seemingly not understanding his words.

"Just say as I told you."

Hearing the change in Yang Xiao’s tone, the girl immediately got up, running out the door.

Once Yang Xiao was alone in the room, he reached out to feel the bed. Suddenly, under the animal skin blanket beneath him, he touched something hard.

Frowning, Yang Xiao tentatively slipped his hand under the blanket and touched the hard object.

The instant he touched it, it felt crinkly and was sheet-like, with some flexibility and a bit of residual warmth, bringing a familiar sensation.

Quickly, Yang Xiao realized what it was—a piece of human skin, which had peeled off the Ghost’s body, that kind of crinkly, shriveled human skin.

Once he lifted the blanket, his guess was confirmed. A piece of almost palm-sized, pitch-black human skin lay there silently, faintly carrying a scorched, stench.

Soon, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. Presumably, the Esoteric Sect people had received the news and rushed over. Yang Xiao did not hesitate, immediately getting up to retrieve a silver empty box from his bag, quickly stuffing the pitch-black human skin inside, then sealing it.

When the Cannibal Buddha and his group pushed the door open, Yang Xiao was already back on the bed. His mind still felt a bit confused, like a hangover that hadn’t worn off.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

The Cannibal Buddha strode up to Yang Xiao, his gaze still carrying a bit of disbelief, followed closely by several elders of the Esoteric Sect.

"High Priest, I’ve returned." Lifting his head to squeeze out a smile, Yang Xiao knew that the notoriously fierce Cannibal Buddha was genuinely good to him, and he hoped the other could be at ease.

Hearing Yang Xiao’s words, the Cannibal Buddha’s slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. There was still a hint of alcohol on him. frёeωebɳovel.com

After all, not long ago, he was at a banquet drinking with others, and Yang Xiao was also present. Only, Yang Xiao had left early to rest.

What he hadn’t expected was that not even a day after receiving the Ghost Script, Yang Xiao was forced into that treacherous Nightmare World.

Meanwhile, more hurried footsteps came from outside. This time it was Dean Sheng, Professor Cui, and Sui. Upon receiving the news, they had rushed over immediately.

"High Priest, I’d like to ask you for a favor, to help me find someone."

Yang Xiao got straight to the point, then had someone bring paper and pen. Relying on memory, Yang Xiao quickly drew a portrait: a middle-aged man, it was Adila.

Yang Xiao’s drawing skills were solid. With just a few strokes, he could capture a person’s essence. Upon seeing the person in the drawing, an elder in plain clothes who had come with the Cannibal Buddha gradually widened his eyes, blurting out, "Isn’t this Bo Yetong?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiao quickly lifted his head to look at the elder, "You know him?"

As the Cannibal Buddha turned to stare at him, the elder answered honestly, "I know him, he is the only son of the Gu Sect Priest, predetermined to be the next Gu Sect Priest."

Seeing Yang Xiao’s perplexed look, the Cannibal Buddha explained the situation to him, and Yang Xiao learned that the Gu Sect also belonged to the Yin Temple forces, but ranked relatively low.

The Yin Temple is an alliance composed of hundreds of tribes, with the Blood Sect, Esoteric Sect, Dharma Sect, and Exoteric Sect being the strongest, while the Gu Sect’s overall strength ranks below average in the alliance.