Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 877: Chapter 638: Seeing the Coffin to Follow, Waning upon the Full Moon

Yang Xiao and several others were brought back to the Earl Mansion by a troop of soldiers, including Chang Chuchu, who had been surveilling covertly outside. Although the soldiers’ attitude was not pleasant, fortunately, they did not give them a hard time.

Passing through the main gate of the Earl Mansion, the group noticed that a royal banner had been erected outside the gate, with Prince Qi’s insignia displayed, hinting that after a bumpy journey, Prince Qi and his entourage had chosen the Earl Mansion as their stop for the night, unaware that a large net had already been cast here.

Once inside these doors, leaving again would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Entering the Earl Mansion through a back door and returning to the familiar courtyard, this time, Yang Xiao noticed there were several more pairs of malicious eyes nearby.

They were targets selected for the Earl Mansion’s upcoming plans. Yang Xiao knew that before the real plan began, they would all be under strict surveillance. Escape would likely be impossible now.

"That old bastard actually schemed against us, useless trash!" Lou Huixiang cursed angrily after Chang Chuchu just finished treating his wound. The wound was quite deep, and it would bleed slightly with any exertion, causing him unbearable pain.

"There’s no magician beyond the seventh rank; it seems like this line of Feng Shui Masters will be severed, leaving only cowards who fear death more than they desire life," Nalan Shuo couldn’t help but lament.

"Those people wouldn’t be so foolish as to squat outside the courtyard to keep watch," noticing Yang Xiao’s continuous gaze toward the courtyard door, Jiang Qingluan reminded in a low voice.

Interrupted by Jiang Qingluan, Yang Xiao withdrew his gaze and shook his head, "I’m not looking at them. I feel that something is very wrong with this matter. This Great Mage has been plotting and planning, but apart from putting himself in jeopardy, what else has he achieved?"

"He also got Xiang Fengchen killed, that idiot!" Chang Chuchu was biting her teeth in hatred for this man. She had already heard about the incident in Cangchun Pavilion, and if this Great Mage had been less manipulative and come forward to tell the truth earlier, Xiang Fengchen might still be alive.

If Xiang Fengchen hadn’t died, Chang Chuchu would have gotten a master for nothing, and perhaps then the Corpse Poison in her body could have been cured. Now, although she had Nalan Shuo’s promise, it was nothing but a desperate stopgap. In her view, Xiang Fengchen’s reputation as an Evil Mage held more weight than Nalan Shuo’s title as the Patrol Bureau Chief.

Hearing what Chang Chuchu had to say, Lou Huixiang’s anger also flared up, "Exactly, and that old geezer even dared to morally blackmail us, damn their morals, I never had any from the day I was born!"

"It is indeed a foolish move, but on second thought, it is understandable. These Feng Shui Masters value karma a lot, not just for this life but also for accumulating karma for the next," said Jiang Qingluan with a sigh, continuing, "This person is the last hope of their lineage, bearing the burden of his masters and brothers. He had no choice but to pursue this final plan out of wishful thinking, understandable as to shift the karma from himself to us, seeking peace of mind for himself."

Jiang Qingluan, esteemed as the young priest of the Yi Sect and knowledgeable about Feng Shui and the art of Yin and Yang, believed that the man also knew this plan required immense sacrifice, and the moral blackmail was a reluctant move. After all, they had lost the initiative the moment their junior brother betrayed them.

"Don’t throw ourselves into disarray; we haven’t reached the end of our rope yet." Nalan Shuo’s calm voice gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

"Do you have a plan?" Chang Chuchu perked up in interest.

"Tonight, you all create some disturbance, to draw the attention of those outside. I’ll find the opportunity to leave and go warn Prince Qi," Nalan Shuo said in a low voice.

"Is it possible?" Lou Huixiang felt the chances of success were slim; even if he could find Prince Qi within the vast Earl Mansion, whether the Prince would believe him was another matter entirely.

Nalan Shuo took a deep breath, "Success or failure is in the hands of fate. If you have a better idea, please speak up."

The room fell silent, and after a moment, everyone shook their heads. Despite the great risk, Nalan Shuo’s plan was the only option left.

"I’ll go with you, splitting into two groups increases the chances," proposed Jiang Qingluan, whose own skills were not to be underestimated, and she would not slow them down.

"I’ll go too," Yang Xiao stood up, intending to act with Nalan Shuo.

"You stay. We don’t want too many people going; otherwise, the play here won’t be convincing. If any flaws are detected, all our efforts will be in vain." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Nalan Shuo gave Yang Xiao a reassuring look, and after receiving it, Yang Xiao no longer insisted, understanding that the Director didn’t want him to risk danger. After all, if things were revealed, those left behind could still find an excuse, but those who went to inform would have no burial place upon death.

Moreover, by staying behind, he could ensure the act was more believable and better aid the Director and the others, removing any worries from their minds and striving together for survival.

After consuming a meal delivered to them, time quickly approached dusk. The setting sun dipped low, and the horizon far away was smeared with a stroke of blood-red. Yang Xiao watched the last light of day fade away, feeling an unusually calm heart.

This could very well be the last sunset he ever saw, yet strangely, he felt no fear, for he had seen too much along this journey.

A whimsical thought suddenly surged in his heart; perhaps dying here wouldn’t be so bad. If there were a last choice to make, he would flip open the ancestor’s coffin lid and stomp fiercely on its face, taking down the people of the Earl Mansion with him, amassing some merit for the next life.

He was alone with no parents, no family, no girlfriend; his death would have no regrets, except maybe for the Director. The Director was a good man and did not deserve to die here.