Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1397: Chapter 880: Letter from the Yi Sect

"Hiss——" As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Xiao immediately recalled the prophecy brought by Su Tingting, which he himself witnessed; a young sect leader had such a blood mark on his left hand.

But Yang Xiao never imagined that it was left by Elder Sheng.

"Yang Xiao, the High Priest and Miss Sutana both miss you dearly. Hopefully, when it’s convenient, you can return to visit them."

His extended thoughts were interrupted by Elder Dachai, to whom Yang Xiao nodded in response, "Certainly, I really can’t pull myself away lately, but I will find an opportunity to arrange to go with a caravan organized by the Provincial Office in a while."

Yang Xiao was well aware of his own capabilities, rather than missing him, it was more that Sutana was concerned about the Mirror Ghost. She cried like a tearful mess when they parted ways initially.

Nonetheless, it would be good to take a trip back, after all, the young sect leader is still within the Yin Temple’s territory. As long as he doesn’t die, Yang Xiao can’t rest easy.

The young sect leader is preoccupied with his Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, and Yang Xiao is pondering how to get that Corpse Mirror from the sect leader.

"Elder, what does the warning from the content in the sachet look like?" Yang Xiao needed to confirm this.

"There will be crying sounds."

"Crying sounds?"

"Yes, it’s hard to explain to you exactly what kind of sound it is. It’s very distinctive, you’ll know it once you hear it. Even if you are asleep, you’ll be jolted awake."

Elder Dachai was not one for pleasantries; after saying what needed to be said, he left, without even a perfunctory farewell like ’take care.’

Many people in the Esoteric Sect had such personalities; it wasn’t that Yang Xiao looked down on them, but with such ways of dealing with people and social niceties, it would be hard for them to even be a village chief domestically.

But the strength of these guys was evident; they were powerful and had bad tempers, and would resort to violence at the drop of a hat, killing a person or two was nothing out of the ordinary, and this, Yang Xiao deeply understood.

Not long after Elder Dachai left, Nalan Shuo pushed open the door and came in. Before Yang Xiao could speak, Nalan Shuo raised his hand and made a gesture to halt him.

"Don’t tell me, some things are better known only to yourself, don’t tell anyone else. The more people who know, the more danger there is."

A moment later, Nalan Shuo glanced back in the direction where Elder Dachai left, and then reminded earnestly, "Little Yang, you’re about to leave and go to a strange place, facing an unfamiliar environment."

"The relationship and personnel matters there will only be more complex and unpredictable; from now on, don’t easily trust anyone. Fortresses are most easily breached from the inside, and often it’s your perceived allies that cause trouble."

"The enemy in front of you isn’t frightening; it’s the ones hidden behind you that are deadly."

"I understand." Yang Xiao originally didn’t intend to inform Nalan Shuo about the sachet and Ghost Gu matters, not because he didn’t trust him, but because it was unnecessary.

And Nalan Shuo was a smart person too; knowing that since the Esoteric Sect specially sent someone, this matter must be quite significant, and not probing randomly was beneficial for both him and Yang Xiao.

At night, Yang Xiao sat alone on the sofa in the bedroom, examining the sachet in his hand.

Not having looked carefully at the time, Yang Xiao now discovered that this sachet had an outer and inner layer. The outer fabric was just decoration, with a slight rub the inside provided a leather-like tactile feedback.

The stitching of the outer fabric wasn’t very tight, Yang Xiao held the sachet up, against the light, peering through the faint gaps, vaguely discerned that the inside layer was made from some animal’s skin.

Moreover, this leather texture was extremely delicate, even more so than the human skin products collected by Song Ziming.

Growing increasingly suspicious, Yang Xiao reached out to pinch the sachet bit by bit, based on the tactile feedback, inside there was an irregular, round bulging object.

It was about the size of a walnut, but the surface wasn’t that smooth, with several unidentified protrusions.

From Yang Xiao’s usual experiences, he truly hadn’t found anything comparable to it.

Elder Dachai’s words echoed in Yang Xiao’s ears, this thing would cry, and the crying sound was special, immediately recognizable, even awakening one from slumber.

Pondering momentarily, Yang Xiao’s pupils trembled, an awful conjecture dawned upon him instantly; he promptly used the most sensitive part of his fingers to feel the object inside the sachet bit by bit.

This time it took less than half a minute for Yang Xiao’s complexion to turn pale, as those irregular protrusions corresponded one by one with the image in his mind, a weird chill spread from his heart.

Those protrusions happened to correspond to the five features of a human face; what’s inside wasn’t a walnut shell, but a miniature human head! freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Yang Xiao had heard a story a long time ago. In some corner of this world, within an uncivilized tropical rainforest, lived a group of Shivaro people, who also had another name, the Headhunter Clan.

After killing men from opposing tribes, they would cut off their heads and attempt to separate the skull and scalp.

Then sew their eyes and mouths shut with hemp thread, place them into a large pot filled with mysterious herbs to cook.

Finally, they’d fish it out rapidly, filling the scalp with boiling sand and then apply a layer of special charcoal ash over the surface.

The resulting shrunken head was only about the size of a fist but could retain the deceased’s earthly visage,

rumor has it that they believed strongly that the soul resides in the head, and by extracting soul power from these shrunken heads, they could empower themselves.

Now it seems, this technique was adopted and expanded upon by the Esoteric Sect, the shrunken heads in here were only the size of a walnut shell, a leap forward from the original Headhunter Clan’s methods in unknown ways.