Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 635: Chapter 517: Deception

"There is another matter, the other two people who came with you from Rongcheng, Sky No. 97 and Prisoner No. 44, they have also advanced," Yang Cha suddenly reminded.

"They advanced?" Yang Xiao furrowed his brows, which truly exceeded his expectations, as the last match had nearly cost him his life.

Yang Cha nodded and said solemnly, "Yes, the information is very reliable. I remember that in your last match there was one person, if I’m not mistaken, it was Dragon No. 243. I asked someone to inquire about him, and he didn’t come out, he died inside. There were only two survivors in that match."

Dragon No. 243 was indeed the number of Venerable Jile. Recalling this troublesome fellow, Yang Xiao still had a headache. Apart from Yang Xiao, the other survivor was naturally Lu Chenzhou from Qingshan Rain Tower. This man was good, and the last match had gone well thanks to him.

But playing the part meant playing it complete, so Yang Xiao pretended to be curious and asked, "Yang, who was the other survivor?"

"It seems to be Sky No. 84," Yang Cha recalled and said, "I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter anymore since he has already withdrawn from the competition. You won’t encounter him anymore. A person who could survive with you must indeed have some real skills."

Lu Chenzhou withdrew from the competition?

Yang Xiao thought for a few seconds and roughly figured out the problem. Their injuries could heal, but the spiritual power they had used up would not. Although their memories were erased, the backlash injuries on the clay figurine still remained. It’s presumed that Lu Chenzhou had withdrawn after seeing the injuries on the clay figurine and realizing the danger.

Of course, there was another possibility, that the information Lu Chenzhou needed was below the Ghost Level, and he had already achieved his goal, so there was no need to fight in the upcoming matches.

Regardless of the outcome, Yang Xiao wished him well. This man was good; he did not betray him at a critical moment, otherwise, Yang’s troubles would have been significant.

After chatting casually for a few moments, Yang Cha put on his mask, ready to leave. Suddenly, Yang Xiao thought of a question: "Who are the Saints?"

He remembered that after he had pretended to be a follower of Black Buddha Mother, Venerable Jile had mentioned that he, along with Elder Xiumu from the Five Poison Temple, were both followers of the Saints.

No sooner had he spoken these words than Yang Cha was taken aback, then looked at Yang Xiao with a strange gaze, "Yang, you... you don’t even know this? The Saints are heretic cultivators, plain and simple."

"Is there... a need to change the name?" Yang Xiao sincerely found the name heretic cultivator more pleasant to the ear, straightforward, and direct.

"Neither did Wang Jingwei call themselves a Pseudo Army," Yang Cha laughed, "They claim to be Saints, we call them heretic cultivators. Yang, as the Patrol Station Captain, you seem somewhat misnamed."

Hearing this, a slight embarrassment appeared on Yang Xiao’s face. During his tenure as the captain of the Rongcheng Patrol Division, he had killed several dozen heretic cultivators including those of Venerable Level, successfully handled several supernatural incidents, and helped Qingfeng Public Office to uncover two traitors, but he hadn’t achieved any other significant feats.

Yang Cha, who couldn’t stay long, reminded Yang Xiao to be careful before pushing the meal cart quickly and leaving.

For Yang Xiao, the remaining time was waiting for news from the competition organizers, and that waiting lasted a whole day. Late at night the following day, Yang Xiao received a message; he was assigned to the third match of the Bing letter series, with 11 participants, 11 to advance to 4, scheduled for tomorrow at 11 pm.

This time the rest period was long enough, and Yang Xiao was able to rest properly. After a hot shower, he decided to sleep early tonight.

Lying in bed, half-dreaming, half-awake, he was suddenly woken up by a strange noise. Given the recent frequency of strange occurrences, Yang Xiao was highly vigilant. He kept quiet and his hand gently reached under the bed; before sleeping, he had placed the backpack containing the Underworld Robe at the bedside, within reach.

Upon feeling the familiar cold, smooth touch, Yang Xiao’s heart finally settled. The robe was still there, indicating that this was not a Ghost Dream.

"Drip drop."

"Drip drop."

Listening closely, it was a very light dripping sound, like that of a faucet not fully tightened. He suddenly remembered that he had taken a shower before going to bed.

For ordinary people, now would be the time to go to the bathroom, tighten the faucet, and then go back to sleep, but considering his recent tendency to attract ghosts, Yang Xiao took extra caution. As he got out of bed, he reached inside the backpack and pulled out the Ghost Lantern.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

He tiptoed towards the bathroom, first opening the bathroom light through the crack of the door, then slowly pushing the door open a little, peering inside through the gap. There was not even a ghostly shadow. The bathroom floor was wet, and the hanging showerhead was dripping water downwards.

"Drip drop."

"Drip drop."

The water droplets shattered on the ground, an oddly irritating sound to Yang Xiao. He pushed the door open, went in, pressed the shower handle tightly, and waited a few seconds. Finally, the dripping stopped, and Yang Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief. He had been too tense recently, almost to the point of paranoia.

Turning around to leave the bathroom, he yawned along the way, but before he reached the bed, suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

"Drip drop."

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The sound of dripping water started again, still inside the bathroom. Realizing something was amiss, Yang Xiao first grabbed the backpack, took out the Underworld Robe and put it on, then slowly approached the bathroom, gently pressing the door handle and opening the door a crack, just like before, no one was inside.

But the next second, the hairs on Yang Xiao’s spine stood up because this time, as soon as the door opened, the sound of dripping stopped.