Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1668: Chapter 967: Funeral Guanyin

The number of people is increasing, absolutely more than a hundred, and among them, apart from those wearing patient clothes, there are also people wearing nurse uniforms, work clothes, and even a dozen who are dressed conspicuously differently.

"These animals..." Yang Xiao couldn’t anticipate these people being so ruthless, actually massacring all the innocent people in the healing center, and moreover, even killed their own people, turning them into puppets.

These people with eerie smiles on their faces were obviously already dead, and a substantial portion of them had gaunt faces, resembling ghosts, clearly disciples of Withered Bone Pavilion.

Even among cults, the ones who can kill their own are certainly anomalies. Most cults are evil but internally cohesive, given the external threat posed by the renowned sects. If they internally fell apart, they would be eradicated sooner or later.

But this Withered Bone Pavilion is truly deranged; judging by the number of corpses, it’s feared nearly all the disciples in the healing center were slaughtered by their own.

Soon, a strange figure followed the corpses out of the woods, it was a woman, dressed like Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, but with a gaunt face, sunken eyes, protruding buck teeth, exuding not a trace of Buddhist majesty, only boundless eeriness, as if the monster had attained enlightenment.

The "Bodhisattva" was not holding a Jade Purification Bottle with willow branches but a stick covered with white paper strips, like the Mourning Stick held by Black and White Impermanence.

"Funeral Guanyin!" Ku Daoist instantly recognized the person, indeed ranked fifth among the protectors of Withered Bone Pavilion, nicknamed Funeral Guanyin, reputedly skilled in the art of funerals.

The origins of this person are rather mysterious, some say Funeral Guanyin once belonged to the Black Buddha Mother Sect, later changed identity and joined Withered Bone Pavilion.

Whether this is true or not, Ku Daoist does not know, but this person is indeed difficult to deal with.

Ku Daoist roughly felt this person’s spiritual power was comparable to his own, both at the Upper Ghost Level, close to the Peak of Ghost Level.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiao holding the Human Bone Staff seemed to notice something, turning back to look at the way they came, only to see a strange object floating toward them from a great distance.

It seemed to be... a giant balloon, tumbling clumsily up the steep mountain path.

But only when it got closer did Butterfly Lady, blessed with excellent eyesight, widen her eyes, realizing it wasn’t a balloon at all, but a person, a person so bloated as to be almost spherical. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

As they drew nearer, Yang Xiao finally saw the person’s true form; this fellow had a body full of decayed flesh, a tiny head almost swallowed by the folds of flesh, only the part around the eyes visible, no arms, his sleeves hanging empty, with stubby rotten legs seemingly stunted by constant pressure.

The most terrifying part was the skin exposed, covered in horrifying blood-red fissures, like a balloon overinflated to the point of bursting.

"Blood Flesh Immortal! Why is he here too?" Trickster couldn’t help but exclaim.

He was the first to recognize the approaching person, simply because they were once fellow disciples, the Blood Flesh Immortal also belonged to Qimen, later left under unknown circumstances, and disappeared from the world of martial arts, Trickster had presumed him dead after so many years, yet unexpectedly he now appeared alongside Withered Bone Pavilion.

Immediately, several figures flashed out from the mountain forests on both sides, seven in total, none were weaklings, the weakest was at the Peak of Fierce Level.

The strongest of the two were genuine Ghost-level Apostles, one at Ghost Level Middle, the other at Ghost Level Lower, staring at Yang Xiao’s group as if they intended to devour them alive.

The situation was clearly evident, they were ambushed, this Withered Bone Pavilion bunch weren’t fools, perceiving the deployment from the Patrol Defense Office at the foot of the mountain, a slip-up somewhere couldn’t be ruled out.

However, Yang Xiao also knew, had they had a chance to flee, they would have; the reason they remained here was simply because the encirclement outside had already taken shape, they couldn’t escape.

"Put down your weapons and surrender, I guarantee your safety on my honor." Yang Xiao wasn’t the least bit flustered, hands behind his back, bluffing.

"Farewell Evil, I’ve checked outside, quite a few experts have arrived, we can’t rush out, follow your plan and capture them, use them as hostages to secure a way out." Blood Flesh Immortal’s voice was deep and resonant, buzzing in the ears.

"Capture their leader, the rest... kill them!" Funeral Guanyin’s voice was sharp, as if in mourning.

In the next second, Funeral Guanyin raised the Mourning Stick, striking the corpses from a distance, causing the originally smiling faces to twist painfully, transforming into mourning faces, each opening their mouths, emitting piercing and terrifying wails.

Hundreds of corpses mourning together, in the nighttime mountain woods no less, the echoing cries overlapping wave after wave, should an ordinary person stumble upon this place, they might literally die of fright.

"Number 1, you handle Funeral Guanyin, Numbers 3 and 4 deal with those two Ghost levels, Number 5 clear out the small fry, Blood Flesh Immortal blocking the retreat is mine." Yang Xiao and the others wore masks to avoid revealing their identities, additionally, each was assigned a numerical codename.

Ku Daoist was Number 1, Yang Xiao himself was Number 2, Trickster was Number 3, Butterfly Lady Number 4, and Chen Nang Number 5. During the operation, they did not use real names or nicknames, addressing each other by codename only.