Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1857: Chapter 1059: Catastrophe Approaching

The samurai puppet lost control, which no one expected, and Yang Xiao was completely unable to control this puppet; the scene was in chaos.

The samurai puppet’s attack continued, becoming even more fierce. Beiyu Ye, who had managed to narrowly avoid another attack, stopped holding back. With a flick of his wrist, a peach wood nail appeared in his hand, a full foot long.

Yang Xiao had seen this thing before; in the secret realm, this peach wood nail had rendered several of his magic artifacts useless. It could be said to be Beiyu Ye’s most powerful magic artifact.

This peach wood nail bore a remarkable resemblance to the wooden wedge inside the Mirror Ghost, with the difference being that the peach wood nail could pin down fierce ghosts and could be reused, while the wooden wedge was for suppressing and controlling a specific ghost.

Having lost control over the samurai puppet, Yang Xiao, shrouded in ghost fog, was deprived of his ability to see. He could only rely on the Ghost Lantern to dispel the mist and use the Human Bone Staff to discern the position of the samurai puppet.

But the ghost fog seemed to also have some shielding effect on the sensing ability of the Human Bone Staff. As long as the target was a little further away, Yang Xiao lost sight of it.

As the ghost fog thickened, it was Beiyu Ye who couldn’t withstand it first. His puppet couldn’t handle the intensity of the ghost fog, and the safe area beside him was continuously compressed by it.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao rushed to Beiyu Ye’s side. The two stood back to back, cooperating seamlessly, each guarding a direction, not giving the samurai puppet any chance to attack.

Yang Xiao used the Ghost Lantern to form a protective shield and drive away the ghost fog, while Beiyu Ye held the peach wood nail on guard.

"Hold on a bit longer, we’re in the territory of the Jiu Mountain Family, reinforcements will arrive soon!"

Under pressure, Beiyu Ye remained calm, knowing well that once the elders of the Jiu Mountain Family arrived, a mere out-of-control puppet would be of no threat.

"Don’t be so optimistic, there’s something wrong with this place." Yang Xiao, holding the Ghost Lantern, was more attuned than Beiyu Ye to the peculiarity of the place.

Time flowed very slowly here; it was more like a closed-off world with none of the natural sounds like the wind.

For a moment, Yang Xiao felt an overwhelming sense of abandonment by the whole world.

Many experiences of surviving desperate situations had made him accustomed to only trusting himself. He couldn’t place all his hopes on the Jiu Mountain Family.

"You’re right, this isn’t the courtyard we were in earlier. My other two puppets are stored inside a dark room in the courtyard, but now I can’t contact them at all." Upon careful observation, Beiyu Ye was also secretly alarmed, the situation had indeed spiraled out of control.

Yang Xiao had already attempted to summon the Mirror Ghost earlier, but he failed. This very failure confirmed to Yang Xiao that this place held deep mysteries.

Feeling the occasional presence hidden in the depths of the fog, Yang Xiao whispered, "Soon, I will try to trap it with the lantern. Find your opportunity, pin it down directly, and you must be quick!"

"Don’t hold back, it doesn’t matter if you destroy this puppet." Yang Xiao cautioned, worried that Beiyu Ye might hesitate.

Although Yang Xiao had encountered numerous supernatural events, this one felt particularly unusual. Additionally, the experts from the Jiu Mountain Family hadn’t appeared, which was quite telling.

The capability of those elders from the Jiu Mountain Family should have allowed them to notice something was off here long before.

He was a special envoy from the Patrol Defense Office, and Beiyu Ye was from the Taoist Dragon Tiger Mountain; both of them had significant identities, and the Jiu Mountain Family would have no reason to leave them to die.

"I can’t find its location." Using the Human Bone Staff in his hand, Yang Xiao continuously searched around but the samurai puppet seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Don’t panic, let me try." Beiyu Ye maneuvered his puppet to shield in front of him and pulled out a bronze compass from his pocket. fгeewebnovёl.com

But as he saw the bronze compass, his expression turned puzzled for a moment, as the needle on the compass spun madly as if malfunctioning.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao and Beiyu Ye seemed to think of something at the same time. Almost in unison, they pushed each other away and used the momentum to retreat. A moment later, a figure fell from the sky, hitting right where they had been standing.

The massive force created a pit in the ground, and more terrifyingly, blood seeped from the pit, with faint yellow bones visible beneath the soil.

Yang Xiao’s head buzzed; he knew that this definitely wasn’t the main residence of the Jiu Mountain Family, but a strange and terrifying hell.

Yet at this moment, the two of them couldn’t think deeply. As the samurai puppet missed its strike and was unsteady, Yang Xiao swung his staff directly at it.

In the next instant, the cage capability of the Ghost Lantern activated, trapping the samurai puppet within the Green Light Cage.

At this moment, Beiyu Ye was also ready. As the Green Light Cage shattered, he fiercely stabbed the samurai puppet with the peach wood nail.

After the first strike, the samurai puppet’s movements became noticeably stiff and it could no longer use the ghost fog to heal its injuries. It tried to retreat into the ghost fog but was toppled over by the puppet controlled by Beiyu Ye.

This gave Beiyu Ye the chance for a second strike, and as the second blow landed, the samurai puppet completely lost its ability to resist, collapsing motionless on the ground.

With the fall of the samurai puppet, the surrounding mist gradually dissipated. About a minute later, when Yang Xiao and Beiyu Ye came to their senses, they found themselves back in the secluded courtyard.

The samurai puppet lay quietly on the ground, devoid of life, and the courtyard bore no sign of battle. The pit created by the puppet’s fall had disappeared, and the blood and bones seemed like a dream.