Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 729: Chapter 560: Ghost Tomb_2

He flipped through several books in succession and found that some of them were in foreign languages, and not just from one language at that.

Although he couldn’t understand the languages, Yang Xiao still noticed something peculiar between the lines of these books; they all seemed to be related to Magic Artifacts. Some ancient texts even had illustrations interspersed between the pages. While crudely drawn, he knew these to be depictions of Resentful Eyes.

Someone had once hidden here, collecting ancient tomes and secretly researching Resentful Eyes. This discovery put Yang Xiao on high alert, and he instinctively thought of the elegant Young Master.

The Young Master’s knowledge was top-notch. He possessed some very rare Magic Artifacts, yet with just a glance, the Young Master was able to identify their origins and even assess their merits and flaws—an ability far from ordinary.

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"Drip."

"Drip."

The next second, Yang Xiao abruptly raised his head, staring straight at the direction of the door. He heard a series of crisp sounds coming from outside the door, getting closer!

It sounded like the clacking of castanets, but from the pace, Yang Xiao surmised it was a person, someone wearing wooden clogs!

No, there could be no people here, only ghosts!

In an instant, Yang Xiao’s brow was slick with cold sweat. This place was supposed to be his own Mirror World, yet this ghost had infiltrated without him noticing. Had it not been for the sound of clogs, Yang Xiao might not have even known of its presence.

How could this be?

Surely the Old Clan Leader had promised him that nothing would happen as long as he left within a set time. But how long had it been since then? Could it be... was there a problem on the Old Clan Leader’s side?

This thought immediately disconcerted him. This was Ghost Tomb, where untold numbers of ghosts were buried. If these spirits broke free from their constraints, wandering this labyrinthine Ghost Tomb, not even ten lives would suffice for Yang Xiao.

No, this situation had changed; he couldn’t wait any longer. Before the situation spiraled completely out of control, he had to leave.

At the moment, the fetus had already developed its facial features and its body had grown a little bigger than before, but Yang Xiao could no longer wait.

He quietly listened for any sound from behind the door, waiting until the noise of the clogs completely disappeared before slowly opening the door just a crack, leaving a mere sliver of space.

Peering through the crack, he saw that the scenery in the corridor had changed, becoming even more sinister and terrifying. An inexplicable gloomy light cast shadows all around. Looking down, Yang Xiao saw a chilling sight—a line of striking blood footprints on the wooden floor outside the door.

The prints formed two parallel tracks, indicative of old-fashioned wooden clogs, which had two teeth on the bottom. These two horizontal marks were from the base of the wooden clogs’ teeth.

There was no mistake; a ghost wearing old-style clogs had just passed by. Judging from the distance between the two bloody footprints, Yang Xiao deduced that the ghost was much shorter than him.

The next second, it was as if he thought of something. He quickly pulled the door open and looked at the Samurai painted on it. The image in his mind finally materialized, and he believed that the ghost that had just walked past likely resembled that figure.

He stepped out of the door and gently closed it behind him. Yang Xiao immediately used the Soul-Capturing Mirror to leave the place and return to the real Ghost Tomb.

He had to take advantage of this opportunity—the ghost being left behind in the Mirror World—to create a time gap, using this moment to quickly flee from the Ghost Tomb.

This place was too terrifying. He had an inkling that the Old Clan Leader intended to use Ghost Tomb’s domain to suppress the Mirror Ghost, but unexpectedly, something went awry halfway through.

Without placing all his hope on the Old Clan Leader, in a crucial moment, it was up to him. Yang Xiao quickly discerned the direction, and following the instructions previously explained by the Old Clan Leader, he counted his steps as he walked along the same path he had come in on, heading out.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

...

He dared not approach any of the walls. After all, every room had no door, just a curtain blocking the way, and he wasn’t sure which rooms held ghosts.

Now his sensation differed greatly from when he had arrived. He could keenly sense that the rooms were much quieter than before. On the way in led by the Old Clan Leader, these rooms continuously cast ominous, malevolent gazes. Now, all these hostile looks had vanished, but this certainly did not imply they had left; they were still there, merely suppressed by some force far more formidable and oppressive—undoubtedly, it was the wooden clogs ghost.

Yang Xiao proceeded with extreme caution, trying not to make a sound. However, the old, poorly maintained floorboards inevitably creaked, undoubtedly betraying his whereabouts.

Holding the Ghost Lantern here would no doubt be like guiding a ghost, so Yang Xiao drew the Human Bone Staff with his right hand. But the next second, he froze, feeling through the Human Bone Staff that the surrounding area was void of malice.

"Could it be... all an illusion?" Yang Xiao frowned. "Could the appearance of that wooden clog ghost have caused all the ghosts that were originally confined in the rooms to vanish?"

Counting each step diligently, Yang Xiao did not allow for the slightest negligence. He walked along the middle of the corridor, inching forward step by step. Behind him, not far away, a pair of bluish purple bare feet appeared under the door curtains of the nearby rooms, toes pointing outward.

steps.

Yang Xiao halted, reaching the first turning point. He turned around ceremoniously and walked to the room on his right. The next second, taking a deep breath, he reached out and gently lifted the curtain. Fortunately, there were no ghosts inside. Passing through the curtain, he found himself in another corridor.