Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1300: Chapter 854: Do Good Deeds Without Asking About the Future

Yang Xiao was taken aback slightly, his mouth opened to explain, but after several seconds, he still couldn’t come up with any reason. After all, Good Sister’s character was well-known and it was indeed possible for her to do such things.

Seeing that Sheng Yanlin couldn’t be persuaded, Yang Xiao had to return to the Mirror World alone.

Before leaving, he agreed with Sheng Yanlin that if he didn’t come out in an hour, Sheng Yanlin would go in to find him.

Returning to the Mirror World, Yang Xiao found the secret room and ordered the Mirror Ghost to throw Bo Yetong, that eyesore, out and paste him upside down on the outside wall.

After making the necessary preparations, Yang Xiao put on the Drama Robe, with a box containing a piece of pitch-black human skin placed in front of him, which was now opened.

Closing his eyes, Yang Xiao silently called out to Good Sister in his heart, and within a short moment, Yang Xiao acutely sensed that a chilling aura was slowly awakening.

The temperature in the secret room plummeted, goosebumps sprang up on his arms, and even the hair on his back stood on end.

The physical reactions were entirely instinctive, and Yang Xiao’s heart sank, knowing this was absolutely not a good omen; he had never encountered such a situation before.

Good Sister had indeed awakened, but she carried a strong resentment, likely due to the previous suppression.

A chilling breath began to climb up Yang Xiao’s spine, making his teeth chatter from the cold; he wanted to stop all this, but he was completely powerless to do so.

Right now, he could clearly feel that Good Sister was very displeased this time.

Her attention wasn’t drawn to the human skin at all, but instead, it was focused on him.

In panic, he immediately ordered the Mirror Ghost outside the secret room to save him.

And the Mirror Ghost was quite efficient, within less than two seconds, the door of the secret room in front of Yang Xiao was pushed open. At this moment, the Mirror Ghost appeared at the door, and to Yang Xiao, it was no different from a savior.

But the next second, the Mirror Ghost looked behind Yang Xiao, its pupils constricted like a startled cat, and then with a "bang," it slammed the door shut again.

"Ran away..."

In just a few seconds, Yang Xiao experienced both heaven and hell, and his brain nearly short-circuited.

"Hu——"

A chilling breath was exhaled behind Yang Xiao’s head, akin to human breathing.

His body went rigid, it seemed as if his blood vessels were filled with ice shards. Yang Xiao dared not move, and he couldn’t move, until a hand inserted from behind into his body, gradually gripping his heart.

"Sister! Sister, listen to my explanation!!"

Yang Xiao couldn’t move his body, but fortunately, he could still speak. He knew this was his last chance, "It’s all the fault of those Dharma Sect guys last time. I, Yang Xiao, swear to the heavens, my devotion to Sister is as clear as day and night!"

"Don’t kill me, I’m your most loyal lackey, Sister!!"

When faced with the choice between pride and life, Yang Xiao decisively chose to discard pride to save his life, which was one of the secrets to his survival.

But this time, the Opera Robe Ghost clearly did not intend to let him go so easily. The hand gripping his heart was icy cold, and it suddenly clenched hard.

An unprecedented pain shot through Yang Xiao’s entire body, causing him to instantly lose consciousness and topple forward stiffly.

He didn’t know how long had passed, but Yang Xiao was awakened by someone patting his face. Groggily opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Sheng Yanlin’s old face.

Seeing Yang Xiao awake, Sheng Yanlin, who was holding onto the Wisdom Stick, finally let out a sigh of relief.

Yang Xiao glanced around, still in his secret room for sure, and he was lying on the single bed in the room, with the Mirror Ghost standing not far away in the corner.

Seeing Yang Xiao had woken up, the Mirror Ghost’s expressionless face showed a trace of embarrassment.

"Traitor..." Yang Xiao couldn’t help but feel infuriated upon seeing him.

Fortunately, Sheng Yanlin calmed Yang Xiao and informed him that it was the Mirror Ghost who suddenly appeared in front of him, sensing something was wrong, entered to check, and saved him.

At this moment, Yang Xiao felt pain all over his body, he lifted his clothing to find his body and arms covered in wounds.

These injuries weren’t life-threatening but were all surface wounds, yet they hurt, an excruciating pain, some feeling like stepping marks but mostly like being whipped by something.

Bruises and scars painted his body blue and purple, some places drawing blood. Anyone who didn’t know the context might have mistaken Yang Xiao for someone with a strange fetish.

"Take a look at this."

Helping Yang Xiao sit up, Sheng Yanlin brought over a mirror for Yang Xiao to see his back. freewebnovёl.ƈom

There was a faint handprint left on the left side of his back near the heart.

The handprint had long, slender fingers, clearly a woman’s hand.

"Good Sister, mercifully spared my life. I, Yang Xiao, swear here, I will strengthen myself quickly to avenge her sooner!"

Yang Xiao deliberately raised his voice, ensuring everyone around could hear it clearly.

"Don’t waste your effort; it can’t hear you." Sheng Yanlin gave a wry smile, this little guy Yang Xiao was shrewd like a monkey, flexible in and out of danger, killing him was not an easy feat.

"Don’t talk nonsense, if Good Sister hears, she might think I’m a traitor!" Yang Xiao corrected with a serious face.

Sheng Yanlin didn’t argue with Yang Xiao, instead, he turned to point at the empty box behind them, inside of which the pitch-black human skin was already gone.

Yang Xiao, his mind quickening, flipped his palm, and the piece of pitch-black human skin was already in his hand.

Yang Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Good Sister didn’t plan on killing him, just teaching him a lesson, and this piece of pitch-black human skin was a good thing too.

However, strangely, this piece of human skin was different from other Magic Artifacts, seemingly having already fused with his body.

When he summoned this Magic Artifact, his palm transformed to match the texture of the pitch-black human skin.