Free Web NovelChapter 1410: Chapter 883: They’re Here_4
Not knowing how much time had passed, Yang Xiao suddenly awoke from his sleep. The room was dim, the light overhead had gone out at some point, and everything around him was silent.
A sense of unease surged in his heart, and his head was still a muddled mess.
Yang Xiao moved slowly and cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing something hidden in the darkness. Just as he propped himself up with his hand, he seemed to touch something that was light, thin, and covered the bed, yet had a peculiar slippery feel.
Forcing himself to endure the throbbing pain in his head, Yang Xiao summoned the Ghost Lantern. As the green light spread, Yang Xiao clearly saw that a layer of gray traces, resembling the ashes of burnt paper, was evenly covering his bed.
No, it wasn’t just the bed; the floor, the table, even the door—everywhere his eyes could see—was covered with a layer of gray ashes.
Even in the air, fragments of ashes floated, and with each breath, the smell of something burnt and charred filled his nostrils.
"Something’s wrong!!" This was Yang Xiao’s first reaction. He guessed that their movements had been detected by the opponent, and now the opponent had sent elite forces to carry out a decapitating operation against them, similar to what had happened when dealing with the Bone Burning Taoist of the Withered Bone Pavilion.
But Yang Xiao never expected it to happen again this time. How could the members of the Withered Bone Pavilion have such keen senses, and aren’t these Patrol Defense Offices worthless? freёwebnoѵel.com
Those assigned Night Watch were eliminated without even issuing a basic alert.
The opponent was already at the door, there was no time for hesitation. Yang Xiao decided to join up with the other two Directors. After all, if he’s still alive, they should be too.
With a flip of his palm, the Soul-Capturing Mirror appeared in his hand. But in the next second, Yang Xiao was shocked to find that he was unable to use the searching ability of the Soul-Capturing Mirror.
To be precise, it wasn’t that he couldn’t use it; the ability was still there, but seemed to be restricted by some force. In his perception, the whole world had disappeared, leaving only the room he was in.
"How... how could this be?" Yang Xiao had never encountered such a situation before and was momentarily flustered.
This was not a skill that a Ghost-level Apostle could possess. Bear in mind, the Ghost Lantern itself was a divine artifact for breaking illusions, yet the opponent could still suppress him using an illusion.
His heartbeat quickened, making Yang Xiao estimate that the other two Deputy Directors were also likely in grave danger.
Who has come, the Master of Bone Pavilion himself? Or that Great Protector of the Half-step Nether Realm?
Yang Xiao had no time to think anymore, his plan had changed. He no longer thought of joining the others; he had to escape.
As long as he could leave this damned place, with the help of the Ghost Lantern and the Soul-Capturing Mirror, he still had a slim chance to survive.
If he could just escape back to the territory of the Yi Sect, he could live, knowing that the Shao Changyin Ji of the Yi Sect still owed him a favor.
Even if it was the Master of Bone Pavilion, they dare not act rashly on the territory of the Yi Sect.
But what happened next was more terrifying than Yang Xiao anticipated. He tried every way to open the door or windows but failed; the doors and windows seemed welded shut to the walls.
Or perhaps it was all fake, the doors and windows were merely painted on, but Yang Xiao lacked the power to use the Ghost Lantern to break the illusion.
As the ashes increased, the temperature in the room also rose. At first, Yang Xiao didn’t notice it, but by the time he did, scorching heat waves had already swept up in the room, and then the bed behind him was the first to catch fire.
Then it was the table, the curtains, the wardrobe, the television... almost in the blink of an eye, the entire room was on fire, thick smoke billowing, the heat wave overwhelming, and Yang Xiao was choked to the point he couldn’t breathe, the scorching air searing his lungs.
Once the magic artifact was restricted, an Apostle was no different from an ordinary person.
Yang Xiao took off his clothes to cover his face and nose, crouching and still trying his best to kick open what seemed an unyielding door, blow after blow.
Until—
"Director Yang! Are you in there?!" A voice suddenly called from outside the door.
"Hai... hai hai... Yes, I’m in here, quick... hai hai... quickly open this door!!" Yang Xiao could hardly hold on now, his mind becoming blurred.
"Hang in there! Just hold on!!" From outside came the sound of hurried footsteps, cries, and calls for help, turning the scene into chaos in an instant.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The door was being banged loudly, and the previously unbreakable door in Yang Xiao’s eyes started to loosen, indicating it could only be opened from the outside; indeed, some bizarre force had trapped him.
But fortunately, the force only imprisoned him alone; otherwise, today would have been a complete disaster.
With one final crash, the door couldn’t withstand and broke from its hinges, almost falling on Yang Xiao, who was weak and collapsed on the floor.
"Director Yang, hurry... hurry out!! The house is about to collapse!" Several blurred figures appeared outside the door, trying several times to rush in but were repelled by the fierce flames and smoke.
With the last bit of strength, Yang Xiao climbed up from the ground, crawling outward on his knees.
Now he had only half a breath left, his body extensively burned, unable to even find a basic sense of direction, his lungs felt as if they were set ablaze.
Just when he was about to collapse, he mustered all his strength to extend his hand and finally touched the hand reaching out for him from beyond the smoke.
At the moment their fingertips touched, the other person grabbed him, pulling him out, rescuing him from the boundless fire and smoke, the scene so sacred as if a kind of redemption had been accomplished.
With one final crash, the door couldn’t withstand and broke from its hinges, almost falling on Yang Xiao, who was weak and collapsed on the floor.
"Director Yang, hurry... hurry out!! The house is about to collapse!" Several blurred figures appeared outside the door, trying several times to rush in but were repelled by the fierce flames and smoke.
With the last bit of strength, Yang Xiao climbed up from the ground, crawling outward on his knees.
Now he had only half a breath left, his body extensively burned, unable to even find a basic sense of direction, his lungs felt as if they were set ablaze.
Just when he was about to collapse, he mustered all his strength to extend his hand and finally touched the hand reaching out for him from beyond the smoke.
At the moment their fingertips touched, the other person grabbed him, pulling him out, rescuing him from the boundless fire and smoke, the scene so sacred as if a kind of redemption had been accomplished.
At the moment their fingertips touched, the other person grabbed him, pulling him out, rescuing him from the boundless fire and smoke, the scene so sacred as if a kind of redemption had been accomplished.
