Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 865: Chapter 631: You Can’t See Me_2

"Did you find something?"

"Uh?"

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

After observing for a while, Yang Xiao realized that the ghost completely couldn’t tell the difference between the wood stand and a person, as it completely mistook the wood stand holding the eyeball as itself. Seizing the moment before the ghost could react, Yang Xiao acted; he boldly and quietly circled behind the wood stand, grabbed the eyeball, took the place of the wood stand, and stood in front of the ghost.

"I saw a figure running past, so I chased after it," Yang Xiao replied calmly and without batting an eyelid.

"Xiang Fengchen," the only remaining dilated pupil refocused, resting intently on Yang Xiao’s face, and it coldly questioned, "Why didn’t you say anything earlier?"

"Just now, that figure was nearby. I gestured to you to keep it down, but you..." Yang Xiao put on a baffled expression, now understanding that the ghost’s eyesight was very poor and it didn’t rely on eyes to find people.

"Alright, enough chatter, which direction did the figure run?" the ghost asked impatiently, not wanting to waste more words on this topic.

"It was here just now; I don’t know where it is now." Yang Xiao pointed in the direction opposite the stairs, buying time for his later plan.

"Let’s keep searching, we’ll encircle from both directions," Yang Xiao quickly suggested.

However, this suggestion was outright rejected. The ghost coldly stared at Yang Xiao and, this time, refused to separate from him under the pretense of protecting him.

Thus, as Yang Xiao was escorted by the ghost, he wasn’t idle. He had confirmed that the ghost could only judge his location, but not his specific movements, which must be a limitation.

Previously, the ghost had said its eyesight would deteriorate over time, eventually leading to complete blindness.

At that time, it borrowed the identity of "Xiang Fengchen," claiming this was a backlash from an evil technique, and now it seemed, this claim was true.

This also gave Yang Xiao an opportunity.

Taking advantage of the near-blind ghost’s poor vision, Yang Xiao quietly tore open his shirt and ripped some strips of fabric from inside it. Along the way, he picked up a broken chair leg, wrapped the decayed eyeball in fabric, and tied it to the front of the chair leg.

Then he tried bending his arm, placing the chair leg horizontally beside him.

Sure enough, the ghost’s attention was now focused on the chair leg, its gaze shifting to his side.

After confirming this, he dismantled the eyeball and clenched it in his hand.

After all, only by holding onto the eyeball could he detect the position of other ghosts in the mist beforehand, which was crucial.

Now, Yang Xiao could escape anytime, but he had reasons to stay; he wanted to see if he could extract more information from this ghost, as well as its method of killing.

Furthermore, he was reluctant to give up this ghost’s eyeball, which was extremely useful in the current environment, helping him to avoid the other six ghosts.

Yet this time, whether it was because the ghost’s patience had run out or it sensed something, the ghost directly took Yang Xiao to the back door of the Sleeping Gold Pavilion.

The thick wooden door was half-open at this moment, outside was the serene night, a round bright moon hanging in the sky, with the absence of wind, clouds, or rain, presenting a tranquil and peaceful scene.

"Little Yang." The ghost pretending to be Xiang Fengchen sighed theatrically, "At this point, there are some things I can’t keep from you anymore. You’ve seen the ghost maid possessing Nalan Shuo’s body, right? That body is Nalan Shuo’s; he’s already dead."

"Now, I must take you away; this is also Nalan Shuo’s wish." Faking a distressed expression, the ghost slowly tightened its lips.

This ghost’s acting was truly mediocre; Yang Xiao internally graded it a failing score of 55. It might not be aware of the private relationship between Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo.

Moreover, it wasn’t smart, its words contradictory; if it had known long ago that Nalan Shuo was dead, then all their previous searching was futile. Would the real Xiang Fengchen do such a meaningless stupid thing? This loophole was too obvious.

Compared to others, Yang Xiao’s acting was far too superior, from the initial shock to suspicion, to the anger of being deceived, followed by the incontrollable sorrow after hope was crushed, then transitioning to the reluctant acceptance inherent to a man’s resilience.

Just within a few seconds, Yang Xiao delivered a textbook-level performance, not only deceiving the ghost but even fooling himself.

"What... should we do?" Yang Xiao didn’t have any tears; his eyes were just misted over, and his voice a bit choked up.

"Follow me, let’s go back first and plan in detail later. This revenge, we must take it." The face of "Xiang Fengchen" was filled with seriousness.

Yang Xiao didn’t speak, his slightly open mouth unable to make a sound due to extreme grief, he just nodded.

"You go first, I’ll cover the rear." The ghost glanced back, as if there was some danger lurking behind.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao understood that the ghost couldn’t kill inside the Sleeping Gold Pavilion and could only lure people out to kill them, no wonder it took such a roundabout way.

Once he stepped through this door, he would be killed immediately.

And from the ghost’s words, it seemed it wouldn’t rest until it personally saw him leave through this door.

Yang Xiao walked straight towards the door and at the final step just before crossing the threshold, he twisted his body to the right, slipped behind the door, and extended the chair leg tied with the Ghost’s eyeball outside.

The next second, Yang Xiao felt a cold breeze sweeping across his face as a figure with a ghastly posture rushed out at a great speed.

As he retracted the chair leg opportunistically, the figure missed its target, fell to the ground, and rolled down the stairs. Then, hiding behind the door, Yang Xiao saw clearly that the man was dressed in the dark gray clothes usually worn by servants.

The deceived ghost servant quickly crawled back, and through the door, stared at Yang Xiao inside with its remaining eye, yet hesitated to cross the threshold.

The situation was almost as Yang Xiao anticipated; once out of the door, there was no returning. The outside environment had also changed, no longer the calm scene bathed in moonlight, but a vague darkness with writhing vortices inside, feeling as if it could suck one in if gazed upon too long, a presence even more terrifying than a black hole, where even souls couldn’t escape. freёweɓnovel.com

After confirming the ghost was no longer a threat, Yang Xiao turned to leave, but the next second, the wooden door beside him moved on its own without any wind, shifting inward about ten centimeters, producing a cringing noise.

This scene truly startled Yang Xiao; after all, with the Ghost’s eyeball still in his hand, no nearby ghost could escape his sight.

The door moved slightly then stopped. Yang Xiao leaned in to listen, but no more sounds came, the surroundings eerily silent.

Seconds later, Yang Xiao slowly approached it, and this time, using the faint ghostly light, he saw characters written on the back of the door.

The characters were written with a candle, displaying the character for "hero" in "Ye Xiao", and below and slightly to the left of it, a short horizontal line was drawn.

This was a fill-in-the-blank test, and the other party was testing his identity. Shocked, Yang Xiao immediately realized that the one who left the characters must be Nalan Shuo!

The Director is still alive!

He strained his eyesight, looking around, but there was no sign of the Director. He took out a candle from his bosom and filled in the character "Ye" on the horizontal line.

Ye Xiao, the alias he used during his righteous exploits, the Director knew it, and very few others did.

After completing it, he also pushed the door, making noise, then quietly stepped back, leaving enough safety distance.

After waiting for about a minute, beyond the mist, the sound of the door hinge creaking came again, and this time, a few more lines appeared: Little Yang, I look very frightening now, my voice has changed, worse than when you last saw me, but I am still me, don’t be afraid.

"But, it seems you can’t see me." This was the last line.

It was this line that reminded Yang Xiao, if there was anything different from before, it was the Ghost’s eyeball in his hand.

He bent down, gently placed the Ghost’s eyeball on the ground, and the moment he looked up, his whole body froze, a pair of tightly bound deformed tiny feet appeared, faintly visible through the mist.