Free Web NovelChapter 607: Chapter 509: Cultivating Gu (Happy National Day, Daily Update of 10,000 Characters Continues)_5
The little girl is the ghost inside the Ghost Lantern, nominally under Yang Xiao’s command, but the ultimate interpretation lies in the hands of the good sister in a drama robe.
Without saying a word, the lantern girl and the old man who looked like a butler, with their deathly stone faces, began to... act in front of Yang Xiao.
Well... it must be acting. The old man hid in the mist, his figure murky, while the little girl, holding a piece of Joss Paper Money, hopped over and tried to stick the paper onto the old man’s body, again and again if the first attempt failed, and thrice if twice didn’t work...
After watching for a long while, Yang Xiao finally saw the trick, but it also scared him pale. He understood what the good sister wanted: she wanted him to stick the Paper Money from the Opera Robe Shadow Garment onto that withered old ghost!
The good sister had taken a liking to the other’s abilities and wanted him to snatch that ghost.
"Can’t beat it, can’t beat it, don’t even talk about fighting, just one look shaves three years off your life!" Yang Xiao shook his head like a pellet drum, at the sight of that old ghost his legs would cramp, and the other’s level was almost a death stare at anyone.
No sooner had Yang Xiao spoken than the little girl, actively involved in acting, disagreed. She turned her head to stare at Yang Xiao, waved her hand, and scattered a stack of Paper Money. Then she hopped toward Yang Xiao, her braids trembling on her head, thick blood mixed with white brain matter flowing out. Behind the girl, out of the mist, slowly emerged dozens, maybe hundreds of fierce ghosts, each bearing the terrible state they had been in before death, as if the gates of Hell had been opened.
Even more terrifying was the blood-red coffin not far away. The coffin creaked open a small crack, a pale hand reached out from the gap, long fingers with bright red nails clutched at the edge of the coffin, making a creaking noise.
At the same time, countless pieces of Paper Money began to fall mysteriously from the sky; some landed on Yang Xiao’s head, and others drifted onto the coffin draped with his own memorial portrait.
"You’re afraid of that old ghost, but are you not afraid of me?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
If there were subtitles here, Yang Xiao was sure the good sister’s line would definitely be that, or perhaps: "Why not ask that old ghost if he fears me?"
Yang Xiao could not afford to offend either of them, between two evils, he had to choose the lesser, agreeing with the good sister meant he could live past today, but if he didn’t agree, there was already a coffin prepared for him.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao realized something: these top-level ghosts seemed to be able to sense each other’s presence. His good sister had her eye on that fellow, and the fellow’s previous attack on him was, no doubt, for the good sister.
Both of them wanted to devour the other.
Within the Fishing Village World, the sea woman ghost also took away the Magic Artifact of each victim after every murder. After the sea woman ghost was restrained, no trace of the missing artifacts was found but judging from the sea woman ghost becoming stronger with each appearance, these Magic Artifacts, as well as the ghosts within them, had also been devoured by the sea woman ghost through some special method.
Yang Xiao had also seen similar descriptions in the archives of the Patrol Defense Office before; those haunted places that had been around for longer years and witnessed more deaths of Angel Envoys, also became more and more dangerous. Often, to prevent the situation from completely spiraling out of control, the only choice was to isolate and seal off the place.
Soon, Yang Xiao woke up from the bed for the third time and after opening his eyes, he stayed in bed for another 5 minutes.
Later, he changed his position, got out of bed, but instead of drinking water first, he immediately checked his backpack. On seeing the drama robe safe and sound, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After gulping down several mouthfuls of water and approaching the window, he opened the curtains. It was already broad daylight outside. After observing for a while, Yang Xiao noticed something amiss. Students should be going to classes at this hour, but there were almost no students moving around the campus. Instead, there seemed to be many people who looked like Academy guards, who under the lead of a few teachers, rushed toward another section in a hurry.
"Seems like something happened, could it be... the mummified old ghost didn’t just harass me?" Yang Xiao speculated. freёwebnoѵel.com
Today was not a good day to go out. He took out his phone, snapped a photo of those people moving and sent it to Yang Cha, asking if something had happened.
However, after waiting for a long time, he received no reply from Yang Cha, which made the ominous feeling in Yang Xiao’s heart grow more pronounced.
There was instant noodles and sausage in the room, as well as beef jerky, chocolate cookies, and plenty of food, together with two cartons of mineral water, all prepared by Yang Cha. These were enough for Yang Xiao to hold out without leaving the house for a while.
In the afternoon, Yang Xiao woke up and found that his phone had no signal. At this moment, he confirmed that something serious must have happened in the Academy, and it was probably related to the mummified old ghost.
As he endured the long wait until dusk, the phone signal finally came back. Just as he was considering whether to call Tong Han or not, the room door was suddenly knocked upon, but the knocking was intentionally kept very quiet. Yang Xiao peeked out, and to his surprise, it was Yang Cha outside.
Without making a sound, Yang Xiao dialed Yang Cha’s number. The next second, the phone vibrated outside the door, but Yang Cha merely looked at it and hung up, at the same time urgently whispering something into the peephole.
After opening the door, Yang Cha darted in, quickly shut the door behind him, then with an anxious expression, said, "Yang, something serious has happened, I suggest you cancel all your subsequent matches."
"What happened?" Yang Xiao twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to Yang Cha, leading him to sit on the sofa. Yang Xiao himself dragged a chair and sat opposite him, "Don’t rush, what’s the matter, tell me slowly."
After taking several deep gulps of water, Yang Cha breathed out deeply, "I sneaked out. The Academy is under martial law now, all communications are being monitored, and this all has to do with the secret competition. There’s been a major problem with this secret competition, with unprecedented death and injury, even in several matches, not one person came out."
