Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1335: Chapter 863: Bone Burning Taoist (Part 4)

Previously, he had heard some rumors, saying that within the gang now, some newcomers didn’t even know who he was, and that Tong Han, the acting leader, had more influence than him, the Pingxi Marquis.

But Yang Xiao didn’t care about this because he knew that Tong Han was on the same page as him, and no one could drive a wedge between them.

They were good brothers, sharing a bond forged through life-and-death situations. fгeewebnovёl.com

After chatting for a while, suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and then Ling Yanyu walked in, looking embarrassed, "Well... Mr. Song said he’s asleep now, and any business should wait until tomorrow morning."

"Truly ungrateful!" Sui Chengguo slammed his wine glass on the table with a "thud," spilling wine everywhere.

Having spent more than a year making a living in the Myanmar-Tai Black Triangle, Sui Chengguo wasn’t a man of good temper anymore. He was one way with friends and quite another with outsiders, especially those causing trouble in Yang Xiao’s territory.

"Yang, Miss Tong, you go ahead and eat. I’ll bring him here to apologize!" Sui Chengguo stood up, ready to confront Mr. Song.

Yang Xiao reached out to stop him, a cold smile appearing on his face, "Brother Sui, let’s go together. I’m also curious to see who holds such sway."

On the way, after some inquiries, Yang Xiao learned that this guy had done this more than once, standing on ceremony before. But because some matters required his involvement, even Tong Han had been quite courteous, not pursuing it.

"Next time, this won’t do. No matter how strong someone is, if we can’t control them, they’ll only cause trouble." Yang Xiao softly admonished Tong Han.

"Understood," Tong Han nodded quietly.

"Yanyu, Miss Tong is new here and doesn’t understand, but haven’t you been in Xiang Ma Town long enough to know?" Turning to Ling Yanyu, Yang Xiao changed his tone.

Ling Yanyu: "...Me??"

Ling Yanyu imagined himself taking trouble to Mr. Song, getting slapped away, and might not even find his corpse for a month or two.

Moreover, stepping back, Tong Han had been here for more than a year, handling all the gang’s matters with authority. What he said didn’t matter—at most, he was just a steward. frёewebnoѵēl.com

But he wouldn’t dare say these things, after all, marquises come and go, but Ms. Tong is here to stay.

Yang Xiao wouldn’t stay more than a few days before leaving, and to live well in Xiang Ma Town, he had to watch Ms. Tong’s expressions to act.

"Yanyu is also good, works diligently, just don’t let it happen again." Tong Han smiled, giving Ling Yanyu a gentle and forgiving look.

Ling Yanyu’s head spun; he felt like he was part of Yang Xiao and Tong Han’s game, a piece in their game, a wicked pleasure.

Soon, they reached outside Mr. Song’s room. Sui Chengguo held back his anger and knocked on the door.

But just after two knocks, they heard a "crash" from inside, like a teacup or something smashing on the ground, "Didn’t you hear what I said? I’ve already gone to bed, discuss it tomorrow!"

Then came a bunch of unclear mumbling, seemingly involving a woman.

Sui Chengguo wasn’t catering to him, lifted a foot, and kicked the door open.

"How dare you!" A roar came from inside, as Mr. Song made the first move.

After all, it was a conflict between Ghost-level Apostles. Yang Xiao didn’t want this manor destroyed, so he used the Soul-Capturing Mirror to pull Mr. Song into the Mirror World.

After this, Yang Xiao roughly gauged this guy’s level, just the lowest of Ghost-level Apostles, his spiritual power not even as strong as his own.

Not very capable, yet with quite a temper; thinking of the time he used his absence to boss around his place, Yang Xiao decided to teach him a good lesson.

This Mr. Song’s magic artifact was a long-handled wooden spoon; whenever he attacked, an illusion would appear, trapping the opponent within.

But against Sui Chengguo, who far surpassed him in combat experience and power, it was useless, beaten like a dog by Sui Chengguo.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but sigh; among the same-level Apostles, those from the Yin Temple had higher combat effectiveness than domestic Apostles. After all, that place was chaotic, a no-man’s-land, where only the strong survived. Without real skills, you couldn’t survive, and if you died, even your corpse would be used for alchemy.

However, this also led to fewer Apostles in the Yin Temple line compared to domestic ones, due to relatively better law and order domestically.

With the three major forces in control, it wasn’t lawless; some great sects would even proactively help maintain order. Most so-called domestic cults were practically law-abiding compared to the Yin Temple’s forces.

Seeing Mr. Song hadn’t been beaten too badly, Yang Xiao called a stop. After all, this guy was still their man, and beating him to death wouldn’t be worth it.

Watching Mr. Song tremble and crawl up from the ground, Tong Han fetched a chair, and Yang Xiao, legs apart, sat down openly, facing Mr. Song.

"You... are you the Pingxi Marquis?" Mr. Song was shocked and scared, because both Yang Xiao and Sui Chengguo wore the Ghost-Level Masks.

With Yang Xiao sitting and Sui Chengguo standing, their status was clear at a glance.

"Mr. Song, if you’re living under someone else’s roof, you have to have that awareness. What do you take the Pingxi Marquis for, a philanthropist?" Yang Xiao’s tone was unruffled.

"Sir, I’m sorry, I... I overstepped, I will change!" After being taught a lesson, Mr. Song’s attitude improved greatly.

"Whether you change isn’t up to you, it’s up to me." Yang Xiao sneered, "My things aren’t so easy to take. Before beating you half to death and throwing you out of Xiang Ma Town, I’ll take back what’s mine from you."