Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 882: Chapter 640: Feng Shui Ingenious Plan (Happy New Year’s Eve!)

Chang Chuchu dragged her exhausted body back and forth in the room, causing Yang Xiao to become irritated, "Can you not stop? Can you be quiet?"

"I’m thinking of a way. Mr. Nalan and the others have already set out, and next, it should be our turn." Chang Chuchu’s chest heaved violently, and she spoke with gasps, clearly at her limit, her face deathly pale.

"Shut your crow’s mouth!" Yang Xiao’s brow furrowed sharply upon hearing the words "set out." This woman really looked like a walking corpse, completely tactless in her speech.

Jiang Qingluan then stood up. Chang Chuchu, terrified of this unreasonable and violent woman, instinctively stepped back and exclaimed in fear, "What are you going to do?"

"Sit down, shut up," Jiang Qingluan said coldly.

Chang Chuchu sat down reluctantly. Saying it felt like an eternity each day was no exaggeration. Their only lifeline, Prince Qi, seemed to have been dealt with by the people of Earl Mansion. At this moment, they were like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of the Earl Mansion people whenever they decided to kill. freёweɓnovel.com

"We can’t rely on others anymore, we must save ourselves," Yang Xiao resolved.

"How can we save ourselves when we can’t even get out? We’ll be killed and stuffed into those statues, suffering torment, never to transcend!" Chang Chuchu croaked, crying out in despair, even the thought of it was enough to break one’s spirit.

With a "slap," Jiang Qingluan stepped forward, slapped the sobbing Chang Chuchu, knocking her to the ground, then grabbed her by the collar, lifted her up, and coldly stared at her with murderous eyes, "What are you trying to do? Is yelling loudly because you want to die faster?"

"If you want to die, I’ll fulfill your wish, but don’t involve us. Go die outside!" With a shove, Jiang Qingluan threw Chang Chuchu back to the ground.

At this time, Yang Xiao noticed something off about Chang Chuchu; she wasn’t a newcomer, she shouldn’t be this fragile. Her current condition was even worse than Fang Zhou, the newcomer. He stepped forward to block Jiang Qingluan, waved his hand, and sent Chang Chuchu to the inner bedroom.

"Why are you stopping me?" Jiang Qingluan brushed off Yang Xiao’s hand. She too had been taken over by anger, or rather, a murderous intent, keeping Chang Chuchu, an emotional time bomb, was bound to doom them all eventually.

Yang Xiao poured a cup of water for Jiang Qingluan, comforting her and had her sit down. The two of them sat close together at the hall’s table, back facing the inner bedroom’s Chang Chuchu, "Didn’t you notice something odd about her?" Yang Xiao whispered just loud enough for the two of them.

At this remark, Jiang Qingluan raised her eyebrows. Yang Xiao gestured with his eyes for her not to move. He then discreetly took out a small cloth pouch from his embrace, opened it, and inside were copper mirror fragments. freewebnovёl.ƈom

He quietly placed the copper mirror between them, aimed through the gap at the bedroom behind. After several adjustments, the mirror’s reflection showed Chang Chuchu’s side face.

Chang Chuchu sat on the bed, her head bowed, seemingly despondent. But what truly caught Yang Xiao and Jiang Qingluan’s attention from the mirror was something odd: there was a mismatched appearance between Chang Chuchu’s face and body.

After observing for a while, they identified the problem. Chang Chuchu’s body in the mirror appeared bright and clear, but half of her face was somewhat blurry, cast a gray and gloomy shade, as if coated with an aged filter.

Quietly putting away the copper mirror, Yang Xiao dipped his finger into the water bowl, wrote "Ghost" on the table, and drew a question mark behind it.

But quickly, Jiang Qingluan mimicked him, used her water-dipped finger to erase "Ghost," and wrote "the dying" behind.

Chang Chuchu, whom they had carried out from the abandoned garden due to being infected with Corpse Poison and did not use Life Incense for survival, was predicted by Nalan Shuo to be unlikely to survive the mission.

"What are you... what are both of you doing gesticulating around?" From Chang Chuchu’s perspective, Yang Xiao and Jiang Qingluan appeared unusually close.

"When you stop crying, come over. Miss Jiang Qingluan has proposed a plan, let’s discuss it together." Turning around, Yang Xiao calmly looked towards the bedroom at the back.

Chang Chuchu approached, still doubtful, but as soon as Yang Xiao turned to block the table, Jiang Qingluan discreetly used her palm to wipe the table, erasing the writing and also concealed the copper mirror fragments.

"What plans do you have?" Chang Chuchu sat down next to the table, psychologically intimidated by Jiang Qingluan, so she chose to sit next to Yang Xiao.

"You were right in something you said earlier; staying here means waiting for death. Whether Director Nalan and his team succeed or not, we will die. We know too many secrets of the Earl Mansion; they won’t let us go, so we must save ourselves," Yang Xiao said calmly, "Miss Jiang Qingluan’s method is to create chaos within the mansion, and we’ll take that chance to escape."

"Escape?" Chang Chuchu clearly didn’t believe they could make it, but because Jiang Qingluan was there, she didn’t dare to show it too overtly.

"Yes, escape," Yang Xiao nodded, "But not blindly running away—that would be stupid and is not going to work. We need to harness power, the power of Ghosts to escape."

At this point, Chang Chuchu’s mind was already unclear, and after being confused by Yang Xiao, her head became even more muddled, painfully throbbing, "Sorry, I don’t quite understand, can you... could you please clarify?"

Chang Chuchu clenched her fists, knocking her own head repeatedly with great force, her facial expression horribly distorted—not knowing how bizarre this scene appeared to Yang Xiao and Jiang Qingluan.

But both of them, very tacitly, did not show any rejection towards Chang Chuchu, knowing that stabilizing her was the most urgent task. If Chang Chuchu realized she was about to die and could never leave alive, it was uncertain what she might do in her deranged state.