Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1338: Chapter 864: Master of Bone Pavilion

The fact that they managed to force the Evil Cultivator to confess shows the terrifying pressure this Withered Bone Pavilion exerted on them. Yet at the same time, Yang Xiao also sensed something different.

The people of the Withered Bone Pavilion seemed particularly focused on Song Ziming, who was likely also one of their targets for revenge, just like that tragically deceased Great Elder and another Tributor.

If Song Ziming hadn’t escaped, he might have also been skinned, his corpse hung outside the door.

As thoughts surged, Yang Xiao found a common point and suspected it was something these three did that offended the Withered Bone Pavilion.

Without acting rashly, Yang Xiao sent Xi Menxiu a message, asking him to use the Patrol Defense Office’s intelligence network to investigate the so-called Joy Sect massacre.

Xi Menxiu acted quickly, replying to Yang Xiao within an hour. After reviewing the information sent by Xi Menxiu, its contents basically matched what Tong Han had said.

But there was an additional key point: the Withered Bone Pavilion showed little interest in the other Joy Sect survivors, with only Song Ziming being an exception.

It became clear that Song Ziming and those two must have done something to provoke the Withered Bone Pavilion.

With this question in mind, Yang Xiao found Song Ziming again, and after explaining his purpose, Song Ziming was confused. He couldn’t remember any particular events involving the three of them; they hadn’t gone out on a mission together for nearly a year, let alone offended anyone.

After a while, Song Ziming frowned, as if he had thought of something.

"Does playing with a woman together count?" Song Ziming suddenly said.

"When?"

"About... a little over a month ago, I think. Liu Feng brought back a woman and invited me and the Great Elder to his room to cultivate her bone foundation," Song Ziming vaguely recalled.

"What kind of woman?" Yang Xiao asked softly.

"Quite good-looking, with a solid bone foundation, but unfortunately, she was mute." Song Ziming opened his mouth, gesturing a scissor motion with his hands, indicating her tongue had been cut off—not by them. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Sss—" Yang Xiao calculated the time and found it roughly matched up.

"What about the woman?" Yang Xiao asked, his face cold.

"Killed her, but it wasn’t me who did it, it was... it was the Great Elder."

As if recalling something, Song Ziming asked Yang Xiao and the others to wait. He then ran to the corner of the room, retrieving a black leather bag from a cabinet.

After running back, he took out a pair of white leather gloves from the bag; the gloves had exquisite marbling patterns.

Upon receiving the gloves, Yang Xiao’s first touch felt very strange. The material of the gloves was incredibly delicate, unlike common leather.

"After the woman died, I handled the body. She had a piece of tattoo on her back that looked pretty, so I skinned it and made these gloves. If Marquis likes it, take it, I have a lot more in my bag...", Song Ziming said with a generous smile.

"Fuck you..." Yang Xiao raised his hand, slapping Song Ziming and sending him flying.

Yang Xiao threw the gloves on the ground, feeling waves of nausea. Although he prided himself on being no saint and was ruthless to enemies, the act of skinning people to make personal items crossed his bottom line.

This slap was swift and heavy, leaving Song Ziming dazed. To him, she was just a random woman. Killing her was of no consequence, yet he couldn’t understand what possessed Pingxi Marquis.

Sui Chengguo took Song Ziming’s leather bag, emptying its contents. There were quite a few collections inside: a leather wallet, a finely crafted box wrapped in a layer of leather, leather wristbands, belts, and other decorative items, as well as whole pieces of human skin yet to be cut—about a dozen items in total, and from their preserved state, all were Song Ziming’s treasures.

Even the bag they were contained in was a product made from human skin, artificially aged and dyed black.

Facing the gaze of Yang Xiao and the other two, Song Ziming, sitting on the ground, trembled all over, unable to utter a complete sentence.

He knew very well that these three were filled with murderous intent.

Song Ziming regretted it, despair filling his eyes; if he’d known they disliked it, he wouldn’t have shown them his treasures.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiao knew keeping this person alive for now was useful. He gestured to stop Sui Chengguo, focusing on Song Ziming, and said coldly, "Are you sure these gloves were made from that woman?"

"Ye...yes," Song Ziming replied in a small voice.

Yang Xiao tore off a tablecloth, collecting the scattered gloves through the cloth, then wrapped them up and handed them to Tong Han. "Find someone to take these apart and reassemble them to their original state."

"Okay," Tong Han nodded, taking the gloves wrapped in the tablecloth and leaving.

Song Ziming wasn’t entirely foolish. He roughly guessed that the woman killed by the Great Elder might have had some connection to the Withered Bone Pavilion, but oddly, she was not an Angel Envoy, just an ordinary person.

"Tell me about this woman," Yang Xiao ordered with a gloomy face. freewebnoveℓ.com

Not daring to delay, Song Ziming immediately recounted everything he knew, but since he didn’t capture her, he didn’t know much.

"If something like this happens again on my territory, I’ll skin you, and lay it out on my doorstep—do you understand?" Yang Xiao didn’t raise his voice, but every word pierced into Song Ziming.

"I understand, I understand, I... I won’t dare anymore," Song Ziming nodded repeatedly, appearing very compliant in the face of Yang Xiao’s threat.

After giving Song Ziming a look that told him to fend for himself, Yang Xiao left with Sui Chengguo.