Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 752: Chapter 571: Double Row, Fushou Manor

Upon hearing these words, Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment. He had imagined many scenarios, but he had not expected this one. "Director, is this mission... very troublesome?" freewebnovel.cσ๓

"Yes," Nalan Shuo did not evade the question. "I’ve asked the Provincial Office to investigate, and this Ghost Script has appeared before, it’s not the first time. According to the records, its first emergence was during the Republic of China, appearing intermittently until now, traceable at least four times. The last occurrence was 17 years ago when it took away two of our predecessors from the Patrol Defense Office."

The record mentioned it appeared four times, but in reality, it might have appeared even more. Over a century-long span, it has reaped countless vibrant lives. At that moment, Yang Xiao understood the dangerous situation Nalan Shuo was facing.

"Have they found any other clues?" Yang Xiao asked.

"They’re still looking, but the situation isn’t promising because so far, no one has survived this Nightmare World; without survivors, there are no clues."

"What’s this Ghost Script called?" Yang Xiao asked, getting to the crux of the matter.

The next second, Nalan Shuo’s expression tightened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if merely mentioning the name could evoke despair:

"Fushou Manor."

Yang Xiao wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but when Nalan Shuo uttered those three words, he sensed a surge of Evil Qi rushing toward him, a foreboding sense suddenly overwhelming him. He even had a feeling that Nalan Shuo was bidding him farewell today.

Nalan Shuo was definitely talented, but based on all the information, the difficulty level of the Fushou Manor instance was probably on par with or even more challenging than the Ghost Envoy instance. Having experienced it firsthand, he knew that such difficult instances couldn’t be cleared by just one or two experts; it required sufficiently reliable and equally powerful teammates to cooperate.

In the Ghost Envoy scenario, his teammates Tong Han, Yang Cha, and Sui were no ordinary individuals—a candidate Venerable One from the Yu Yuan Sect, a direct descendant of the Ru Lin Yang Family, and a mercenary leader, all solid Ghost-level Apostles. Most importantly, these people could trust each other. Apart from Quan Doufeng who liked to stir up trouble, the others were generally cooperative. Despite this, the entire team barely managed to clear it only after enduring a steep price.

In other words, a high-difficulty instance required not only personal skill but also a cadre of strong teammates who could work together, which was the hardest part. After all, before entering the Nightmare World, no one knew what sort of beings they might end up with.

If luck was just a bit worse, and the teammates matched were all like Quan Doufeng, even gods couldn’t help, and one might as well kill oneself early.

"Director, besides you, has anyone else at the Patrol Defense Office received the Fushou Manor script?" Yang Xiao asked.

Nalan Shuo shook his head. "No."

"What about the United Federation and the Chamber of Commerce?" Yang Xiao, still not giving up, continued to press: "Or any other powers in good standing with our Patrol Defense Office? Any news from them?"

"No news so far," Nalan Shuo sighed and then stood up. "Let’s go, I’ll take you back first. Coach Lu has something to say to you."

Riding back in Nalan Shuo’s car, the two returned to the Provincial Office. Nalan Shuo headed back to his office to wait for more news, while Yang Xiao returned to his own investigative team’s office. Beibei Yushu also heard the news of the man who had run away and came to join up.

As soon as he entered, seeing Yang Xiao seated in the office chair, lost in thought, Beibei self-reproached, "Captain, it’s our fault. You shouldn’t have let that person go. What will happen next..."

Before the words were even finished, Yang Xiao waved his hand to interrupt, "It’s not related to you; I did my best. It was a lack of skill."

Seeing that Yang Xiao was in a bad mood, Xi Menxiu, who was very perceptive, quickly shooed Beibei Yushu and Da Xiong away, leaving Yang Xiao alone in the vast office.

Yang Xiao heaved a sigh, looking at everyone’s expressions; they still didn’t know about the Director’s situation. Suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, he opened his backpack and took out the Drama Robe. Not long after he had obtained the Drama Robe, he had unintentionally entered Yushu’s Nightmare mission and, in a manner that still felt very mysterious to him today, had managed to save Yushu.

At that time, his bond with the Drama Robe wasn’t deep enough, yet he had been able to achieve that. Now, the likelihood of success could only be higher.

To be fair, the Director had treated him well, and Yang Xiao really wanted to find an opportunity to repay the Director. This time, it was his turn, Yang Xiao, to contribute.

After organizing the Drama Robe and standing up, an image flashed through Yang Xiao’s mind. It was from not long ago when the Director was lecturing a vagrant for stealing sweet potatoes; the Director had said, "If you eat someone’s food, you pay for it; if you owe someone a favor, you must repay it."

Yang Xiao immediately understood that those words were meant for him. The Director knew that he could help him; the previous incident with Yushu had been smoothed over by the Director’s efforts.

Facing the Director’s guidance, Yang Xiao didn’t think there was anything inappropriate. If it weren’t for the Director’s protection, let alone the things he was doing, just having so many Evil Cultivation Grudge Eyes on him would have been enough to cause serious trouble, possibly leading to his arrest and direct delivery to the Provincial Office.

The Director was both a teacher and a friend to him, and even more, a benefactor for Yang Xiao. What embarrassed Yang Xiao the most was that back then, he was only focused on discerning the meaning behind the three words "Fushou Manor" and failed to catch the implied meaning in the Director’s words. Thinking back, the Director might have felt a bit disheartened then.