Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 689: Chapter 538: Qu Muzhi

"Hai... Hai Hai..."

The Ghost moved swiftly, its coughing arising near the toppled iron chair in the blink of an eye. Astonishingly, the chair was pierced through—a feat not limited to just the chair as the nearby surgical table also received several stabs.

Yang Xiao used this opportunity to quickly escape from the danger and hid nearby, nervously watching everything unfold. Fortunately, the sick ghost’s stabs all missed the mark.

The heavy iron chair couldn’t have fallen over by itself; someone must have pushed it. Aside from himself, there was another person in the room.

This person had arrived before him and seemed to be trapped in the room by the sick ghost too. Yang Xiao felt immensely grateful to the stranger for risking their life to save him.

Additionally, from a distance, Yang Xiao suddenly noticed a small notebook resting on the surgical table closest to the chair—a notebook that hadn’t been there before, to his recollection.

He realized this might be a clue left for him by the fellow unfortunate soul. Therefore, he planned to go over and take a look.

But now was not the time; the Ghost was still present. He could only quietly wait for an opportunity.

The room once again fell into a weird silence. Yang Xiao didn’t dare move, and the other trapped soul made no sound either. The standoff continued like this.

Until—

"Hai... Hai Hai..."

This time the cough came from behind the door. The sick ghost had moved silently again. Yang Xiao couldn’t help but frown; the Ghost was more troublesome than he had anticipated. It was clear that by blocking the door, the Ghost ensured its two prey within the room couldn’t escape.

By now, Yang Xiao had a rough understanding of the sick ghost’s abilities; it couldn’t see people but was highly sensitive to sound and hunted by tracking noises. Moreover, the Ghost moved without any sound and was quite fast.

The sick ghost’s biggest vulnerability was its coughing, which revealed its position.

After half a minute more of waiting, Yang Xiao avoided the area near the door and started inching towards the fallen iron chair. Soon, he reached the surgical table and saw the old, yellow-paged notebook. On the opened page, a sequence of numbers was scrawled in hasty writing: 139937.

Indeed, it was the clue left by that guy, who also wanted to get in touch with Yang Xiao. But with a ghost that could only detect sounds, speaking was out of the question. The safest way to communicate was to use a toy phone to type messages.

Memorizing the numbers, Yang Xiao immediately left for a new hiding spot, as no one could be sure if the sick ghost would return for a surprise attack. It must have sensed that there was more than one living person in the room.

Entering the number, the chat popped up. Yang Xiao sent a message, "Thanks for the rescue. Much appreciated."

He quickly received a reply. Now wasn’t the time for pleasantries. The other person informed Yang Xiao that they had been trapped there for a while and that the Ghost was extremely difficult to deal with. To escape solely on their own was unrealistic; they had to cooperate.

"Agreed. Do you have any ideas?" Yang Xiao, being new to the place, certainly knew less about it than the other. Moreover, considering this person had survived this long alone against the sick ghost, they were certainly no ordinary individual.

"Did you see that telephone? The red one. My plan is for you to make a call, using the telephone ring to lure the Ghost away. I’ll leave first. Once I get out, I’ll make noise outside to draw the Ghost out, then you run," the person sent a long message.

Yang Xiao genuinely wanted to cooperate, but he wasn’t foolish. If he let the other person escape, whether they would indeed come back for him was questionable. "The plan sounds good, but can we switch roles? I’ll go first, and once I’m out, I’ll make sure to save you. Lying will curse my entire family."

"It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I can’t make the call. I’ve already tried once. That telephone is special," the other explained. "You can check for yourself; there’s a notebook by the phone with the number for the line and some miscellaneous rules written on it. Anyway, that’s a very peculiar telephone."

"Then why can’t we just run together, instead of leaving one behind?" This was what Yang Xiao was most suspicious about.

"Ever heard the Ghost cry?"

"Yes," Yang Xiao didn’t hide.

"The Ghost confirms the presence of people nearby through its wailing. The range of the cry is the range within which the Ghost can sense living people. If we both run for it blindly, it’ll just bite us to death. No one gets away!"

"Shh—" Yang Xiao couldn’t be sure whether the person was telling the truth or simply trying to scare him. If it was false, it meant the person was cunning and hard to deal with. If true, that was even scarier, to have figured out the Ghost’s abilities to such an extent in a short time. In any case, whether true or false, this was a very dangerous individual.

"Hai... Hai Hai..."

The muffled cough resounded again, indicating the Ghost was on the move. This time, the Ghost appeared near where the iron chair had fallen. This sight sent a chill down Yang Xiao’s spine; the sick ghost had indeed made a return attack.

"There’s no more time," the urgency was apparent in the person’s message. "I swear I’m not lying to you. As for the truth of my words, you can check by the red telephone. If even one thing doesn’t match what I’ve said, feel free to cancel our cooperation." freёwebnovel.com

"Tell me, what should I pay attention to when making the call?" Urgently, Yang Xiao messaged the other, then lightly stepped towards the red telephone. This time, learning from experience, he chose a roundabout path, approaching from a different direction.