Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1363: Chapter 870: Rescue (Part 2)

"I can still accompany you for quite some time, at least three or four years," said Nalan Shuo nonchalantly.

"Nonsense! You’ve been eroded to this extent; how could you possibly have a few years left?!"

Yang Xiao couldn’t bring himself to voice his next words. When he used the Ghost Lantern to check, he could vaguely sense Nalan Shuo’s current condition was poor, and maintaining a year’s life would be the limit.

Nalan Shuo didn’t argue, just smiled, with bitterness hidden in the smile.

"You’re a second-level commissioner at the Patrol Defense Office; they won’t ignore you, right?" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"We’ll go to the Provincial Office, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll go to the General Bureau. The General Bureau nurtures so many experts; they must have a way!" Yang Xiao couldn’t bear to see Nalan Shuo die before his eyes.

Suddenly, as if a thought struck him, Yang Xiao reached into his pocket and pulled out a small porcelain bottle. He uncorked it, and impatiently poured out a round elixir.

"Director, this is an elixir refined by the Esoteric Sect, very precious. Keep it and take it; it can delay the erosion caused by using the magic artifact!"

"All for you, all for you!" Yang Xiao tipped the porcelain bottle, pouring out all the elixirs inside, though there were only two pills in total.

But as he looked at Yang Xiao’s eager face and the extended hand, Nalan Shuo shook his head, stretched out his hand, and pushed back Yang Xiao’s hand holding the elixir. His eyes, touched, were full of complexity, "Little Yang, I have no use for it anymore. Don’t waste such good things on me."

"My situation is rather special. Back then, I had a bloody battle with Xiang Fengchen and the many helpers he summoned. Because of my rashness, we fell into an ambush. All the members of my team died in battle, Xingye, Mingxi... they’re all gone, and I was also crippled by a magic artifact."

"Originally, Xiang Fengchen and I were evenly matched, both Ghost-level Apostles, but after that, my spiritual power had issues, at best only reaching Fierce Grade standards."

"Only in utter despair did I think of leaving the sad place, coming to this small Rongcheng to spend my remaining life."

"But to my surprise, after the recent task at Fushou Manor, I obtained that Resentful Eye from the ancestor’s body."

"It is a piece of golden scale armor, of very high quality, this magic artifact helped me restore my crippled spiritual power, allowing me to exert Ghost Level, even stronger than that, in battle."

"But everything has a price. I originally had hidden injuries on my body, utterly unable to withstand the backlash from this magic artifact. But it was too late when I realized it."

"I had someone examine it. Maybe I originally wouldn’t have lived for many years; the coming of this magic artifact just accelerated the process."

"But it’s quite good, that I can help you one last time; our acquaintance hasn’t been in vain."

Nalan Shuo’s tone held no regrets, only a sense of serenity, "Yang Xiao, the future belongs to young people like you. Your future path will be much longer than an old guy like me."

"Director..."

Yang Xiao understood that, given Nalan Shuo’s level and connections, he could also obtain such an elixir if he wanted, but for the current Nalan Shuo, this kind of elixir no longer suited him.

"Isn’t there any other way?" Yang Xiao’s voice trembled.

"I don’t know, maybe there is, maybe it will be found soon. Don’t worry about me, don’t you know the power of my circle of friends?" Nalan Shuo displayed a smiling face, hoping to reassure Yang Xiao.

Nalan Shuo had connections, and so did Yang Xiao. He considered a few seniors who might be able to help, starting with the closest Senior Er Mo, a highly respected figure in the martial arts world with broad knowledge, who perhaps could help.

If he couldn’t, there was also the High Priest of the Esoteric Sect, the Cannibal Buddha, and Dean Sheng of Yiling Academy.

Besides, there was also the Old Clan Leader Yang Qianhe of Ru Lin Academy, who shared a friendship with him.

In terms of the quality of the circle of friends, Yang Xiao believed he was no less than Nalan Shuo.

These seniors were exceptionally skilled and also good people. As long as he lowered his face to ask them, he believed they would surely help.

The Esoteric Sect had so many methods, and Dean Sheng was knowledgeable; they would surely come up with a solution!

With trust in these people, a streak of hope slowly reemerged in Yang Xiao’s heart.

Seeing this scene, Nalan Shuo naturally knew what Yang Xiao was thinking, but he couldn’t say more; he knew what kind of person Yang Xiao was.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao’s pupils contracted. He thought of another way to save Director Nalan, raising his hand while circulating his spiritual power; his left palm turned jet black. freewebnovёl.ƈom

He could transfer Nalan Shuo’s hidden injuries onto himself, so even if there was backlash, with his good sister present, he wouldn’t die suddenly.

Of course, if successful, he would immediately catch a Ghost-level Apostle to transfer the injuries to them.

He had already thought of potential candidates, using local resources, either Marquis Zhengdong or An Nan Marquis would do.

But when truly using the jet black human skin to transfer injuries, Yang Xiao realized it wasn’t that simple.

Unclear whether his spiritual power was insufficient or for some other reason, the jet black human skin barely reacted.

"Useless..."

Dazed for a moment, Yang Xiao was a bit dejected; it seemed he was too optimistic.

If it were so easy to save someone, those big figures in the Provincial Office or within Director Nalan’s circle would have settled it long ago, wouldn’t they?

It had been a long time since Yang Xiao felt this sense of helplessness.

After a moment of silence, Yang Xiao suddenly stood up, determinedly saying: "Director, wait for me; I’ll head back to Xiang Ma Town now, my Shishu may have a way."