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Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 728 - 560: Ghost Tomb
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Chapter 728: Chapter 560: Ghost Tomb

"Snap!"

The Mirror Ghost’s head exploded like a rotten watermelon. Witnessing another self die in such a gruesome way was something one had to experience firsthand to fully grasp.

Standing up, Yang Xiao staggered backward, his gaze fixed on the motionless corpse of the Mirror Ghost. The ghost that had been haunting him for so long was finally dealt with.

Yet, strangely, he didn’t feel relieved; even at this moment, his mind was still in a daze. It all seemed too quick, too easy; he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t real.

After repeatedly verifying, he could confirm that the Mirror Ghost was not feigning death—it was genuinely dead.

With the great trouble resolved, Yang Xiao abandoned the corpse and searched the room. He quickly found his missing trunks hidden within a large wardrobe and, with excitement, opened them. In the next moment, his eyes sparkled and his cheeks flushed visibly as his lips uncontrollably curved into a smile; the trunks were filled with cash and gold bars.

This was all the wealth he had accumulated since becoming an apostle, now plundered by the Mirror Ghost. It truly deserved to die!

Yang Xiao didn’t rush to move the trunks. As the imprisoned Young Master had explained, this special room was fixed, meaning he could access it from the Mirror World wherever he opened it.

In other words, it served as his secret vault, accessible at any time. He could store hidden or cumbersome items here without fear of intrusion, as no outsider could likely find this room. In emergencies, it could even serve as his refuge.

Soon, the corpse of the Mirror Ghost also transformed. It melted—flesh, bones, even the clothes—all dissolved together into a milky, translucent gel that slowly flowed, emitting a strange glow of wonder.

A bronze-colored key squeezed out from the gel and fell to the ground. Yang Xiao recognized it instantly: it was the Ghost Key, a spoils of war taken after he killed a vice president of the Rongcheng Apostles’ Union, a key that could open any door.

Today, the Ghost Key, cash, and gold bars, all were restored to their rightful owner!

After a while, Yang Xiao’s peripheral vision caught something; the gel, drawn by a mysterious force, slowly gathered and eventually formed into the shape of a fetus. Though its facial features were not completely clear, its body and limbs began to take shape.

The Young Master was right; ghosts could never be fully killed. Now that the old Mirror Ghost had been dealt with, within this special room, a new Mirror Ghost was born!

He could raise it himself. Although there were some risks involved, Yang Xiao felt it was worth it.

He was aware of the Mirror Ghost’s abilities, most notably its recovery power. As long as it wasn’t killed all at once, it could heal from any wound, no matter how severe—a key trait in battle. Imagine encountering a tough enemy, and pulling them into the Mirror World to fight alongside the Mirror Ghost, two against one. The surprise of suddenly seeing two of themselves might make the enemy think they were under an illusion.

Moreover, the Mirror Ghost could also manipulate Magic Artifacts without fear of backlash. No matter how severe the damage, even to the brain, Yang Xiao could use the Ghost Duster to perform a little "surgery" and replace its brain.

Once he could fully control this Mirror Ghost, Yang Xiao planned to equip it with some high-end Magic Artifacts, ignoring side effects. The stronger, the better, like his own cleaver, which would pair perfectly with the Mirror Ghost.

Faced with an overpowering adversary, he could resort to self-harm—first chopping off an arm, then a leg, and if necessary, slitting his own throat to commit suicide. A life for a life, ensuring his own safety. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The more Yang Xiao thought about it, the more excited he became. But these were all just plans; first, he needed to ensure he could control this newly born Mirror Ghost.

He had already thought of a name: Night Owl. For deeds darker and necessary but best kept out of sight, he would let the Mirror Ghost wear a mask to act, leaving behind the name of the Resentment Sect to take the blame.

After all, he had an alibi; the person killed by Emperor Ye Xiao, what did it have to do with Yang Xiao, the Deputy Director Level Captain of the Patrol Defense Office?

Oh, he wasn’t a deputy director yet, but that was only a matter of time.

For now, he couldn’t leave. He felt a force slowly swelling here, as if scanning and peering at him. Even as Yang Xiao clutched the Human Bone Staff, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of this mysterious power.

As time ticked by, Yang Xiao felt an increasingly intense connection with the fetus, an indescribable, spiritual bond.

The elder had given him 24 hours, and there was still plenty of time. He wasn’t in a hurry. Before entering the room, he had waited outside for 3-4 hours, and now, less than 2 hours had passed inside. Although he had no way to keep time, his senses were unlikely to be far off.

With nothing else to do, Yang Xiao sat in a chair and casually flipped through a book on the table. After a short while, he couldn’t help feeling a headache coming on. Most of the books were ancient, the text arranged vertically, and the pages were yellowed with age, making much of the content blurry and hard to read. There were also missing pages—often he would read a couple of paragraphs, turn the page, and find the next missing, making the narrative disjointed.

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