Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1517: Chapter 914: Epilogue_2

"Don’t worry, I have confidence. Brother Zhou Hai, see you at the finish line!" It seemed that Zhou Hai’s spirit had infected him, and Yang Xiao was now filled with determination.

Next was the waiting. Time passed second by second: 3 o’clock, 4 o’clock, 5 o’clock... By now, the sun was gradually setting, casting a golden hue over the old mechanical factory buildings.

Yang Xiao used his hand to shield his forehead from the sun, gazing into the distance. The blood-red sunset inexplicably added a melancholic tone to the world.

Soon, all of this would end, and he was the one to decide the outcome and the fate of everyone left.

To be honest, Yang Xiao wasn’t guaranteed victory, but he would give it his all. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Rustle..."

"Rustle, rustle..."

Suddenly, the sound of static inexplicably arose, very close, right from the bag in front of him.

"Finally... it’s here." Yang Xiao, who had been resting his eyes, slowly opened them. He had already prepared his body in advance, clearing his mind of chaotic emotions to face this battle in the best state.

Yes, the DV machine in the bag had inexplicably turned on, the red light indicating power was emitting a faint glow, just as it did last night.

The sun had already set significantly, the remaining red light tearing at the horizon, marking the boundary between day and night, the origin of light and darkness.

The smell of charred ash filled his nostrils, and a piece of black ash slowly drifted down in front of him, tracing an unappealing arc.

Yang Xiao slowly looked up, and a terrifying, shocking scene unfolded: countless ashes fell like snow from the sky. At that moment, Yang Xiao truly understood the despair Zhou Mingxiao and Munan had faced.

For someone without strong will, just witnessing this apocalyptic scene would be enough to break them, but Yang Xiao showed no fear. He chose a path like Mr. Zhou and Munan.

Picking up the DV machine, a countdown appeared on it, with less than 12 minutes remaining. The left side of the screen was still normal, but the right was shrouded in a milky fog.

Yang Xiao raised the DV machine, constantly shifting the lens direction, but the screen’s display didn’t change. It showed a gray-black building, and the lens stumbled as it moved.

By identifying his surroundings, Yang Xiao quickly pinpointed the location of the ghost.

It was in Factory No. 7, the one that burned down in a fire.

Simultaneously, it was also the filming location of Chen’s Strange Film Industry from years ago. The Source Ghost had died in that factory, and its body was likely buried nearby.

Now... it had arrived.

Yang Xiao stood on the open ground outside the factory. Initially, visibility should have been good, but not anymore, as the sun was about to set, at the transition of day and night.

Additionally, the ashes drifting down from the sky hindered Yang Xiao’s vision, which was extremely disadvantageous for him.

Indeed, nothing remained constant, and at least the recordings left by Mr. Zhou and Munan didn’t mention any of this.

Yang Xiao faced a tricky situation. Although each time the ghost appeared later, giving Yang Xiao ample time during the day to search for clues, in contrast, the current situation was more troubling than what his teammates faced on previous days.

Night fell, severely limiting visibility. With the constantly falling ash, it was hard for Yang Xiao to locate the Source Ghost based on the screen’s image alone.

This DV machine lacked infrared capabilities; the screen turned black at night, and at this point, it was almost entirely gray.

"Damn..." Yang Xiao indeed hadn’t considered this. The ghost was already invisible, and now with the darkening sky, he was almost blind.

Even more frightening, with the sunset, visibility quickly deteriorated, a trend that could be perceived with the naked eye, its speed alarmingly fast.

Yang Xiao glanced at the countdown on the screen, with 8 minutes remaining. Based on the sky, it would be completely dark in at most 5 minutes.

Once it was totally dark, he wouldn’t see anything, and the screen would be black. What would be left to find? He might as well wait for death.

Previously, Yang Xiao considered using the method Munan mentioned, looking in the ghost’s general direction. If he felt something unusual, it would prove the ghost was there. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

But he tried; it was futile. The sky was too dark, compressing his vision into a minimal range. His sense became erratic, instead bringing him fear and pressure.

He searched his whole body and the bag, but found nothing that emitted light. His most vital task wasn’t finding the ghost, but locating his position on the near pitch-black screen.

Once he identified his location on the screen, he could use himself as a reference point to locate the ghost.

No flashlight, no candle, not even a match. At this moment, Yang Xiao was nearly in despair. He had found a way to deal with the ghost, but died because of the fast-falling darkness and lack of light. Facing Mr. Zhou and Munan in the afterlife, he couldn’t explain himself; it was too unjust.

Yang Xiao forced himself to remain calm. He still had time. Based on Zhou Mingxiao’s recordings, the ghost wouldn’t immediately kill.

Desperate for ideas, his gaze fell on the DV machine, the screen faintly glowing.