Free Web NovelChapter 852: Chapter 624: Stepping on Shadows_3
Indeed, Xiang Fengchen’s warning before he left was not wrong. The closer to the end, the more troublesome these Ghost Substitutes became, and he almost fell victim to one.
Taking out half of the bone ashes from the paper package, he forcefully tossed them upwards, and indeed, a shadowy figure appeared in mid-air.
It was a servant dressed in grey, with a rather thin build, legs hung straight in the air, dangling weakly, with taut insteps and toes pointed downwards.
The person’s head drooped straight down, combined with those bulging blood-red eyes on a face that refused to close in death, just looking at it made one feel suffocated.
The dead-silent complexion was filled with spite and venom, as if it wasn’t enough for him to die here; he had to drag everyone who came here down with him in death.
This was another Ghost Substitute. Yang Xiao did not find it surprising at all, the true Ancestor was still hidden somewhere in this attic. freewebnovel.cσ๓
After gathering his belongings, he left the room, closed the door behind him with the back of his hand, and looked up at the two rooms opposite; both doors were shut, which couldn’t help but remind him of that night when he first arrived here.
No longer hesitating, he walked toward the left door, gently pushed it open; it was not locked. Holding the lantern, he looked inside. The room wasn’t large and was furnished simply, with a set of wooden table and chairs, a dressing table against the wall, two large wardrobes spaced apart, and at the very back, a large wooden bed.
The wooden bed seemed familiar, with plain drapes cascading down, covering the bed thoroughly. There was no light in the room, and with only the light from the lantern in Yang Xiao’s hand, it was impossible to see if there was anything hidden on the bed.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiao stepped into the room without touching anything; he remained vigilant of his surroundings as he approached the bed.
Aside from the occasional creaking of the loose floorboards under his feet, the surrounding area was dead silent. Yang Xiao’s heartstrings were taut, his ears perked up, while he also paid attention to any noises outside the door.
Yang Xiao also took a cursory look at the area he passed through; everything in this room, whether it was the craftsmanship or the materials used, was quite exquisite. Yang Xiao could almost be certain that the Ancestor had lived here for a considerable amount of time. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Finally reaching the front of the bed, Yang Xiao first made sure there was nothing behind him, then checked under the bed, and only after that did he slowly reach out his hand, gradually lifting the plain drapery with the hand that was holding incense.
The drapes were much heavier than Yang Xiao had anticipated, and there were more than one layer. After lifting the first layer, Yang Xiao drew in a cold breath - a human figure was faintly visible inside.
The figure was seated on the bed, facing directly towards Yang Xiao, and it was also wrapped in a very thick quilt, a big red one, ensconcing itself within it, only revealing an abnormally large head.
To say he wasn’t scared at that moment would be a lie, but there was no turning back once the arrow was off the bow. Yang Xiao steadied his mind, silently praying for his sister’s blessing, and the lantern in his right hand had already been quietly set down, replaced by a handful of bone ashes in his hand, ready to be thrown at the Ancestor’s face at confirmation.
Success or failure depended on this single move.
The next second, as the last drapery was pulled back, the contents within became clear: it was a thick quilt piled up to resemble a human figure, the quilt itself felt rigid, and at the "head" part, there was a peculiar mask.
There was a gap in the middle of the quilt, showing that it was empty inside, giving Yang Xiao a strange feeling, as if some creature had just shed its shell here.
Out of caution, Yang Xiao did not directly touch it with his hand. He picked up the lantern and poked the mask with the rod of the lantern. Indeed, the next second, as the mask lost its support, it rolled onto the bed. Simultaneously, a stench akin to rotting fish instantly permeated the air.
Enduring the foul odor, Yang Xiao’s eyes widened – he noticed that inside the mask there were remnants of secretion resembling pus and blood, and additionally, some thin, light-reflecting fragments.
Using a cloth to wrap his hand, Yang Xiao started to pick at it, and soon, he prised out a thin, fish-scale-like scale from the mask.
But it was much larger than a fish scale, and the texture was also very tough. Facing the light, it displayed a strange golden hue.
"Dragon... Dragon Scales?"
