Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 650: Chapter 523: Trust_2

Yang Xiao didn’t even have to think about it, the two who had run away were definitely fake, the real one was still on the bed, acting and manipulating puppets.

Just as Yang Xiao had thought, grey mist suddenly appeared in the room, engulfing the room within a few breaths, significantly limiting the sight of the onlooker Yang Xiao. He could only make out two silhouettes standing atop the bed. Then, the silhouette on the right suddenly lost balance and fell over, as if stepping into a deep pit, leaving only the upper body exposed, struggling and screaming. Meanwhile, the silhouette on the left vanished into nothingness.

In the end, the mourner’s tricks couldn’t deceive the ghost, whose true body was promptly discovered, and with the restriction of the true body, the other puppets naturally dissipated.

What truly shocked Yang Xiao was the ghost’s method, unexpected and unpreventable. His escape was only due to diverting disaster onto others, not because he could forcefully break free from the ghost’s grasp.

In other words, if it happened again, unless he found someone else to take his place, he would be the one to die.

The mourner was still desperately struggling, and as the fog cleared a bit, Yang Xiao saw that a black hole had appeared on the bed beneath the man’s feet, which caused the man to fall. This made Yang Xiao instantly recall a similar encounter he had not long ago with another ghost that almost tricked him into falling into a similar black abyss.

The man’s hands were tightly gripping the edge of the hole, his groans low and ragged, and the white mourning clothes radiated a red glow, obviously not ordinary garments. Initially, Yang Xiao thought the standoff might last a while, but he had clearly underestimated the ghost. After roughly fifteen seconds, the man’s spiritual power depleted, the glow of the mourning clothes faded, and amid the man’s desperate screams, a great force dragged him into the black hole.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

...

Dull sounds of chopping flesh and breaking bones came from the hole, clearly signaling the end of the man’s life.

Moments later, half a bloody corpse was "spat" out from the hole, the grey fog gradually dissipating, the black hole vanished, and the room once again returned to tranquility.

Yang Xiao waited a full ten minutes to ensure the ghost had truly left before daring to crawl out of the Mirror World. Looking at the half-corpse on the bed, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but feel a chill in his limbs; this could have been his fate. He had watched the man’s struggle from start to finish. Under the situation of having to face it head-on, he couldn’t have done any better than the man, unless his "good sister" intervened.

The room was filled with a foul, rotten stench, causing Yang Xiao’s head to ache and clearing out the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind. He walked to the bed, covered the half-corpse with a blanket, and then moved the mattress, managing not to touch the body, to find two envelopes underneath.

Yang Xiao picked up the one on top, which had East Asia Mansion Building 1, Room 701 written as the mailing address.

After opening it, he was surprised to find that it was a whistleblower letter, reporting that someone was engaged in illicit activities in Room 1047 of Building 3 of East Asia Mansion, claiming that such actions seriously violated social decency and had a detrimental impact, hoping for a thorough investigation.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Xiao stood up, walked over to the desk, and casually flipped through items, soon finding a magazine with fountain pen handwriting. Comparing the two, Yang Xiao confirmed that this whistleblower letter was written by the occupant of Room 437 with the motive of oppressing their competition to monopolize the business.

Upon opening the second envelope, he found another whistleblower letter, but unlike the first anonymous one, this letter had a name, though the name part was already blurred. However, he could barely make out the address of the sender, which was none other than this room, Building 3, Room 437.

The contents of this letter were more extensive, mostly complaints. The writer lamented that during his stay, he often felt inexplicably sleepy, dizzy, and even sometimes fell asleep while reading, which severely affected his work and life. He suspected that this was related to the foul smell coming from the drainage system; in recent times the drainage had been poor, with the smell often coming back up.

At the end of the letter, the writer continued to complain, saying that they had already written and sent three letters consecutively, but all fell on deaf ears, hoping this time to get a response. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

At this point, Yang Xiao suddenly realized what the black hole was – it closely resembled the cover of an old-fashioned drainage well, and was about the same size. The ghost... must have crawled out of the sewage system!

Moreover, looking at the situation, the mysterious missing occupant of Room 437, as well as the original owner of Room 1047 where he resided, had both been killed by the ghost.

Yet what puzzled Yang Xiao was why these people were only killed by the ghost a long time after encountering abnormalities, while agents like them were killed one after another, almost without any chance to fight back.

These were all ordinary people, far inferior to agents of Fierce Grade or above in terms of means and intelligence, yet these people somehow lived for a long time, and could even send out three or four letters after spotting something amiss.

There had to be a reason.

Sitting at the desk and carefully reading the two letters, a few sentences from the second letter caught his attention. The writer complained about becoming inexplicably sleepy and dizzy recently, even falling asleep while reading. The scene seemed all too familiar to Yang Xiao; not long ago, he had also felt a strange wave of sleepiness in the room that made his head spin and almost forced him to sleep on the spot, but he dared not succumb to it. The powerful onset of sleepiness was clearly not right, so he fought with all his might to keep awake, and as a result, he survived the wave of sleepiness, but the ghost came.