Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 858: Chapter 627: Against_3

Chang Chuchu’s face was somber as she nodded, "I know."

"You didn’t fail to use Life Burning Incense because of time, you were simply too afraid to use it, because you can’t afford it, you don’t have even three years of life to burn."

Seeing she could no longer hide the truth, Chang Chuchu simply came clean, "You’re right, my body is afflicted with Corpse Poison, and my life won’t last long, at most, I only have one year of life left. My master couldn’t bear to kill me, thus he banished me from the sect to fend for myself." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"People say Corpse Drivers have hearts hard as stone, but it seems it’s not all true, you have a good master." Xiang Fengchen sighed, his tone softening as he looked at Chang Chuchu, "Your master didn’t lie to you, being afflicted with Corpse Poison is not an unsolvable problem."

"Do you have a method?" Chang Chuchu’s dim eyes suddenly brightened.

"Never mind, since we’re fated to meet and I’m in a good mood today, if you’re willing, I’m missing a female disciple." Xiang Fengchen’s hint couldn’t be more obvious.

Chang Chuchu, being exceptionally clever, got the hint immediately. Struggling against those supporting her, she directly knelt on the ground, completely ignoring the wound on her forehead, and kowtowed deeply, "Master above, accept your disciple’s bow! Please save me!"

"Alright, we’re all family now, no need for these empty formalities. Once we’re out, I will find a way to rid you of this Corpse Poison, mere Corpse Poison, that cheap master of yours can’t handle it, but to me, it’s a trifling matter," Xiang Fengchen twirled his beard, exuding the air of a lofty figure.

"Thank you, master!" Chang Chuchu kowtowed again.

"Congratulations old man, for taking on such a good disciple," Nalan Shuo said calmly, his tone neither salty nor bland.

Xiang Fengchen was obviously in a great mood today and laughed heartily, "If Director Nalan is willing to part with his beloved disciple Yang Xiao to me, that would be an even greater joy!"

"On the day you draw your last breath, we will visit your grave," Nalan Shuo withdrew his gaze, said no more, and directly looked towards the courtyard door.

The time was about right; they should finish the task for the night. The group headed toward the courtyard door, where Xiang Fengchen knocked on the wooden clapper that hung like a Hanging Rope.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

After three dull clapper sounds, the next second, the entire Earl Mansion seemed to awaken, footsteps beyond count arose from all around, shoes rubbing the floor without leaving it.

Then, several nearby doors simultaneously opened; from each door, two rows of people wearing strange masks surged out. Moreover, these people were draped in uniform black cloaks, wide and voluminous, hiding who knows what beneath.

There was no need for directions; these cloaked figures swiftly formed a force that could only be heard rustling, these black-clothed ones directly disregarded Yang Xiao and his companions, bursting into the courtyard, and along the sides of the courtyard door, more black-clothed figures stood guard like sentries.

Yang Xiao and his companions were completely stunned by this sudden spectacle; they had no idea whom to ask, nor dared to inquire.

It was like a grand performance, and now, as the audience, Yang Xiao and his companions had just made their appearance.

However, Yang Xiao felt that perhaps they were the protagonists tonight.

Ten minutes, or perhaps longer, not far from where they were, a grand sound of music rose with trumpets, suona, cloud gongs, dragon flutes, transverse flutes, bronze drums, sheng, wind instruments and the like converging together, creating a performance of magnificent grandeur.

The next second, the door behind them burst open, and just turning his head to look, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but widen his eyes. He saw that the courtyard behind had completely transformed, with lines formed into four neat columns, layered and orderly, some holding Hua Gai Umbrellas, some holding huge Palm Leaf Fans, some equipped with swords and standing upright.

Everyone wore clothes of luxury, in shades of imperial yellow, apricot yellow, golden yellow, fragrance color, stone blue, lapis blue, moon white, and scarlet, all colors exclusively used by the Royal Family, far beyond comparison to the ceremonial wear of ordinary households.

And at the central position, there was a Dragon Chariot, hoisted by a dozen people, but upon closer inspection, the Dragon Chariot was simply the old Ancestor’s wooden bed in disguise, only covered with a cloth embroidered with bright yellow and dragon patterns on the surface.

Such an arrangement, combined with the grand music, even the dullest person could see, this was the Emperor’s parade, Yang Xiao marveled that the people of Earl Mansion had truly gone mad, not even pretending anymore, unmistakably revealing their intent to rebel.

Immediately after, the enormous procession began to move, heading towards the outside of the courtyard, right in Yang Xiao and his companions’ direction.

"The Holy Emperor arrives!" A person dressed like an eunuch scurried forward and shrieked in a high-pitched voice.

The next second, the black-clothed figures outside simultaneously ripped off their cloaks, revealing uniform Royal Family attire underneath, knelt with both knees, heads thudding on the ground, shouting like a tide:

"Our Emperor... Longevity!"

"Longevity!" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Longevity unto eternity!!"