Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 731: Chapter 561: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

Almost subconsciously, Yang Xiao swung the Human Bone Staff overhead, smashing it into thin air, yet clearly hitting something. The shadow of the woman on the wall violently jerked backward, her head wobbling as if it was about to fall off.

At the same time, the corners of Yang Xiao’s eyes were torn open, his vision smothered in blood, turning his entire world a pool of blood-red.

After the attack, the female ghost didn’t fall but grew even more frenzied in her attempts to gouge Yang Xiao’s eyes. At that moment, his face contorted grotesquely, his eyeballs bloodshot and oddly bulging as though they might fall out at any second.

When several swings of the staff proved ineffective, Yang Xiao switched to the Ghost Duster. It might hurt him, but he had no time to care about that. Just as he was crazily channeling his spiritual power into the Ghost Duster, a cold wind suddenly blew out of a door directly to his right.

The chilly wind was piercing, freezing the blood in Yang Xiao’s veins in an instant. The flame inside the Ghost Lantern flickered several times before going out with a "pff" sound. At the same time, the female ghost riding on his neck also stopped.

A dreadfully ominous feeling surged through him, and he forced his frozen legs to take a few steps forward. Each step was as difficult as if he was a beginner, one step, two steps, three steps... after charging forward for more than a dozen steps, he simply couldn’t go any further, his legs seeming frozen in place.

Both he and the ghost remained motionless, like statues in their positions, when the next second, Yang Xiao heard footsteps behind him.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

His pupils suddenly contracted. He heard it clearly—it was the sound of wooden clogs clacking against the floor—it was the wooden clogs ghost!

It had walked out of that same door!

Steps of the wooden clogs approached steadily, coming right toward him. Huddled up, Yang Xiao didn’t even dare to look back. He slowly closed his eyes, as if resigning himself to his fate.

The terror of this ghost was unimaginable, surpassing even the Daoist robe old ghost; it was truly the most frightening presence in the Ghost Tomb!

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Two steps.

The ghost drew closer, and as it reached him, Yang Xiao heard a very light sound, like a sharp blade slicing through the air, followed immediately by a sudden lightness in his shoulders and no more swelling in his eyes. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

The sound of the wooden clogs continued, gradually receding, but the footsteps were interspersed with a disharmonic sound, like a heavy object being dragged.

Yang Xiao could still feel his heart beating; he was alive, he wasn’t dead, and the ghost had strangely not harmed him.

Mustering his courage, he cracked open his eyelids slightly, leaving just a tiny slit through which he vaguely saw a figure flash by not far ahead, moving with stiff steps into a door on the right.

But that wasn’t the most terrifying part. The most shocking thing for Yang Xiao was that behind the person, there was an iron hook that looked like a crowbar, and a woman in red was hooked by the chin, dragged along as lifelessly as a dead dog, until she disappeared inside the door.

Only when both the figure and the woman had vanished did Yang Xiao dare to fully open his eyes. By this point, the chill on his body gradually subsided, but his heart’s terror surged wave after wave. That creature had dragged the female ghost away in such a brutal manner.

Frankly, the female ghost was not weak, yet in a mere encounter, she was hooked by the wooden clogs ghost and dragged away without any chance to resist.

Another thing Yang Xiao couldn’t understand was why the wooden clogs ghost hadn’t attacked him—could it be... he hadn’t violated some taboo of the ghost?

But now, none of that mattered; his only objective was to escape immediately. He could think about all this once he got out.

Soon, he found another door, lifted the curtain, and entered. Another long, dim hallway appeared before him, and at this moment, Yang Xiao’s anxiety finally eased. This was the last corridor; just 107 steps forward and he would be at the exit.

Suppressing his inner urgency, Yang Xiao chose to proceed cautiously. Before leaving, the Old Clan Leader had reminded him to move slower and lighter in the hallways to avoid making too much noise, suspecting that the disturbance he and the female ghost had caused might have attracted the wooden clogs ghost.

Carefully walking forward, Yang Xiao lightened his steps, remaining vigilant of any movement behind each curtain on either side of the hallway. It was crucial not to make any mistakes at this final juncture.

Ten steps.

Twenty steps.

Thirty steps.

Everything was so calm, the hallway deadly silent with no ghosts appearing. Things were looking up and at step 40, Yang Xiao suddenly halted, a trace of joy spreading across his face—he saw a light at the end of the hallway.

That had to be the exit!

Instinctively, Yang Xiao quickened his pace, but as he drew nearer, he froze, a wave of fear washing over him. He saw clearly now—the far end wasn’t an exit; that so-called light was a katana, upright and glinting with cold light.

A figure in alien-like black armor and a masked helmet was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the katana ceremonially.

As Yang Xiao recognized this person, the samurai moved, standing up with the katana horizontal at his side, taking steps toward Yang Xiao.

Escape was impossible now; the hallway was too narrow. If he wanted to get past, he had to knock down the samurai—and it had to be quick.