Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1841: Chapter 1051: Why Is My Book in Your Hands?

As a finger descended, Beiyu Ye stopped moving, an elderly stiff face faintly revealed from beneath Beiyu Ye’s skin, and the world’s timeline instantly came to a halt.

The domain of the Startled Ghost Mask became unstable, countless blue-gray mists surged from all directions, deep in the fog as if stirred by some force, the mist roiled violently, followed by a mournful procession bursting out from within, countless joss paper money fell from the sky, like a vast snowstorm.

A group of fierce ghosts dressed in paper costumes strode without looking aside, their steps rigid yet incredibly swift, carrying behind them a Big Red Coffin that Yang Xiao recognized all too well.

The funeral procession charged directly toward Beiyu Ye, reaching him in the blink of an eye, then, under Yang Xiao’s expectant gaze, the Big Red Coffin ruthlessly crashed into Beiyu Ye’s body. freёweɓnovel.com

At the moment of impact, a bizarre scene unfolded, an illusory human figure was knocked out of Beiyu Ye’s body, while Beiyu Ye stood motionlessly, like an unconscious shell, allowing the coffin-bearing team and the Big Red Ghost Coffin to pass through him without the slightest hindrance.

But the elderly figure sent flying was different, even before landing, the Big Red Ghost Coffin caught up again, and the descending figure fell straight into the Ghost Coffin.

At the last moment, Yang Xiao hazily saw a pale slender arm extending from the Ghost Coffin, swiftly pulling the elderly figure into the coffin.

The funeral procession did not slow down, continuing to charge forward in a straight line, until it disappeared into the fog on the opposite side.

"Phew—"

Seeing everything concluded, Yang Xiao let out a long sigh of relief, at this moment his head throbbed, knees weakened, and the aftereffects of using the Underworld Robe were hitting him.

It could be said, to deal with this Source Ghost, Yang Xiao truly poured out everything, using all his skills, even wasting that precious Life-saving Human Pill.

Thinking of that ruined elixir made his heart ache with shivers, that wasn’t just any ordinary pill, once gone, there was nowhere to replenish it.

Even with Yang Xiao’s thick skin, he couldn’t bring himself to bother the Esoteric Cannibal Buddha for help crafting another one, considering the Buddha had already done enough.

But fortunately, there was a reward, that Wordless Heavenly Scripture from the Taoist Sect was finally in his hands, although it belonged to his good sister, he enjoyed the right to use it.

Forcing himself to move, Yang Xiao limped towards Beiyu Ye, intending to check his condition, if alive, to save him, if dead, at least to bring his body out, as an explanation to the Jiu Mountain Family and the Taoist Sect.

Yet before Yang Xiao got close to Beiyu Ye, the funeral procession suddenly burst again from the fog not far ahead, charging directly at him and Beiyu Ye, reaching them in no time, and the entire procession once again passed through Beiyu Ye.

Yang Xiao, clueless, thought he would also be passed through unharmed like Beiyu Ye, but reality harshly taught him a lesson.

At the instant the Big Red Ghost Coffin touched him, Yang Xiao realized he was still too young, the next second, he felt like being hit head-on by a fully-loaded dump truck, his whole being soared backward like a severed kite.

When he hit the ground, Yang Xiao faintly saw ancestors of eighteen generations whom he’d never met, but swiftly, the coffin-bearing fierce ghosts arrived, giving him no time to catch his breath, trampled him relentlessly.

After the coffin team ran far, the battered Yang Xiao lay flat on the ground, feeling broken.

At this moment, the surrounding mist completely dispersed, the domain of the Startled Ghost Mask vanished, Yang Xiao realized he was lying in a Taoist temple, beneath him no longer dirt but large slabs of blue stone.

And right behind him was a door, a dilapidated old double wooden door, through the gap in the middle he could see the outside world.

Outside the world was collapsing, but it was still recognizable as a dark yellow land, far off surrounded by dense forests, with clusters of peaks settled.

Meanwhile, the ground outside was strewn with people, numbering at least a hundred, among them his acquaintance Beiyu Ye, currently with brows furrowed, as though enduring an incomprehensible nightmare.

At this moment, Yang Xiao understood everything, what he previously believed outside the Taoist temple was fake, it was his consciousness, his true self was inside the temple, and the Source Ghost wandered outside the temple.

He thought opening the temple door to escape inside, but in reality, it corresponded to the true self opening the temple door, letting the Source Ghost inside. freeweɓnøvel.com

The Source Ghost let inside could possess their bodies, even refining them into "Living Puppets," the ones sprawled outside, like Beiyu Ye, fell into such a trap.

Everything experienced before seemed like a dream, a dream as real and vivid as the illusion constructed by Jiushan Cangxuan.

Now, Yang Xiao finally comprehended the terrifying aspect of this Source Ghost, outside the hundred or so corpses were all those who perished here.

Because the Source Ghost anticipated his coming, it left Beiyu Ye with a life, temporarily possessing him, as the Secret Realm was breached, Beiyu Ye narrowly escaped death, now showing signs of waking.

Even more surprisingly for Yang Xiao, he found his Teleportation Jade Scroll and Life-saving Elixir Pills untouched on his body, not destroyed, previously just a strange dream.