Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 886: Chapter 642: Legend (Happy Year of the Snake!)_2

Being fair, Nalan Shuo had not been unkind to him, but since the first three lines of the prophecy had already come true, that Feng Shui Master had proven the worth of these four lines. Now only the last one remained, and if he could hold out until the end, he most likely could survive.

He wanted to live, and though in reality, he was nothing more than a corporate slave, filled with anxiety and toil, who still had to work even when ill, at least he was still alive. As long as he was alive, there was a chance.

"I... I am a bit scared." Fang Zhou slightly lowered his head to avoid Nalan Shuo’s gaze. On the one hand, he did not want the experienced Nalan Shuo to spot any flaws, and on the other hand, he also felt ashamed to face his senior. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Don’t be afraid, we’ve all been through this. Yang Xiao was just like you at the beginning, but now, he is capable of holding his own."

"I am not like him." When he thought of Yang Xiao’s face, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but admire him; although not much older than himself, Yang Xiao’s experience and abilities far exceeded his own.

No more idle chat; having checked for any oversight, Nalan Shuo left with Fang Zhou. The two walked out of the courtyard gate, but the next second, Nalan Shuo, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, his eyes staring straight into the distance. Fang Zhou, still considering the words "meet with absolute adversity" was distracted and almost bumped into Nalan Shuo.

Following Nalan Shuo’s gaze, Fang Zhou’s face also turned pale in an instant. The carriage was still there in the distance, and the Paper Lanterns near the coffin were still dimly alight, but there was no one around—not a single soul to be seen. Lou Huixiang was gone.

"What’s happening?" Fang Zhou immediately became panicked. After all, an ancestor lay inside that coffin, and anything could happen.

Moreover, while Lou Huixiang was a bit bad, he wasn’t stupid at all. He shouldn’t have just run off, abandoning him and Nalan Shuo.

Besides, being strangers in a strange land, where could he possibly run off to?

Rustling...

A soft noise came from behind a tree not far away, and just as Fang Zhou turned to look, Nalan Shuo had already acted, flinging the Fire Starter in his hand at the tree trunk with a "thud", the force of which was self-evident.

The next second, something under the tree shook a few times, and then a rather disheveled figure crawled out. At this moment, Lou Huixiang’s face was full of terror, without a trace of his previous gloating demeanor; his hands and face were scraped and bruised from shuffling around the coffin. "It’s... it’s me, don’t attack!" freēwēbnovel.com

"Why did you run over here?" Nalan Shuo demanded.

"There was something moving... something moving inside the coffin." Lou Huixiang was so scared he was almost crying, "Really, believe me, I was just too scared, so I ran to find you two. I didn’t dare to go inside, so I waited outside the door. But I saw you two acting strangely behind the door, even setting up a ladder, I didn’t know if you were humans or ghosts, so... so I didn’t dare to come out."

One could tell that Lou Huixiang had been scared out of his wits; otherwise, with his character, he would not have explained himself so clearly.

"What noise did you hear?" Hearing this, Nalan Shuo’s expression also grew grim. He looked up at the sky where only less than a quarter of the full moon remained, and even that was an irregular crescent, no wonder the surroundings were growing darker.

"Something was moving, something was moving inside the coffin, there was a rubbing sound, like... like something was struggling." Just recounting his own experience was torture for Lou Huixiang, and one could imagine how terrified he must have been alone near the coffin.

"Don’t panic. With the Divine Turtle Shell suppressing it, there’s no reason for anything to happen so quickly. Those rubbing noises might not be from the ancestor." Nalan Shuo analyzed calmly.

"Then who could it be?" Lou Huixiang asked subconsciously.

A few seconds later, the fear in Lou Huixiang’s eyes gradually stabilized, "I get it now, you’re talking about Prince Qi, there isn’t just our ancestor in this coffin, there’s also Prince Qi!"

"Yes, yes, that must be him! I forgot, the Feng Shui Master had mentioned before that the people from Earl Mansion would have us bring along the ancestor suppressed by the Divine Turtle Shell, as well as the controlled Prince Qi, to rush to Lingzhou City."

"Prince Qi must be alive. That ancient evil only takes interest in the living. They must have drugged and tied up Prince Qi before stuffing him into the coffin along with the Ancestor. Now... now that the effects of the drug have worn off, Prince Qi has awakened, right?"

"So, when we reach Lingzhou City and open the coffin, the suppression is lifted, the Ancestor breaks out of the coffin, and kills us all including Prince Qi, and then goes on a rampage through Lingzhou City. The Earl Mansion’s conspiracy will have succeeded!"

Nolan Shuo said only a few short sentences, stabilizing the morale of the troops. The rest was all added by Lou Huixiang.

This man wasn’t stupid; he was just scared witless at the time and hadn’t thought of this.

"We need to go back now, time is of the essence," Nolan Shuo was the first to head towards the carriage; even if they had to stop, it couldn’t be here. This place was far too ominous.

Nolan Shuo was making plans to travel a bit further, at least until the phenomenon overhead disappeared before deciding what to do next. He didn’t want to continue carrying the coffin, but they had no choice. First, he wasn’t sure whether the Earl Mansion had arranged for people to watch them not far ahead, and second, they were too close to Fushou Manor. If they fled and something happened to the coffin, releasing the Ancestor, everyone in the entire Fushou Manor would die, including the three of them and also including Yang Xiao and the other two held hostage at the Earl Mansion.

Nolan Shuo didn’t care whether the plan of Earl Mansion succeeded or not; all he wanted was for Yang Xiao to survive. In fact, when he chose to bring Fang Zhou and Lou Huixiang with him, he never intended for all three to make it out alive—if necessary, these two were expendable.

The team left for Yang Xiao was the best configuration. Chang Chuchu, who was on the brink of death, was extremely easy to manipulate and could even be considered a meat shield. Another one, Jiang Qingluan, was a rather formidable individual among the younger generation, with methods and a sense of proportion. With her cooperation, even if it was a desperate situation, Yang Xiao might still be able to break through to a chance at life.

Of course, Yang Xiao himself was more important—Nolan Shuo had full confidence in him. This was a young man adept at creating miracles.

He himself was a legend.

Nolan Shuo, along with the other two, made his way to the carriage, but before they could get close, he noticed that the horse pulling the carriage was behaving abnormally, its body rigid and twitching inexplicably. Then, blood streamed from the horse’s eyes, a sight that struck Fang Zhou deeply.

This robust horse seemed to be restrained by some force, or rather, haunted. The next second, as the three men closed in, the horse’s front hooves suddenly lifted, and its bloodied eyes stared intently ahead. The animal lurched violently forward, dragging the heavy coffin behind it, charging straight at them.

"The horse is spooked!" Lou Huixiang managed to roll on the ground to avoid the horse’s prancing hooves and narrowly escaped death.

This scene happened so suddenly that Fang Zhou also had to throw himself to the ground on the right, ending up covered in dirt. Had he not dodged quickly, he would have been directly hit and killed.

Ten seconds later, perhaps even less, a loud crash was heard from a distance. The horse had collided head-on with a thick, crooked tree. Its neck was broken, its body twisted, dead beyond any doubt.

The carriage subsequently flipped over, and the thick hemp rope binding the coffin tore apart due to the immense inertia. The heavy coffin was overturned, rolling sideways onto the ground. The coffin lid was knocked askew, leaving a gap of about the width of a palm.

In the horrified gaze of Nolan Shuo and the others, a withered arm reached out from the crack of the coffin, and the next moment, darkness enveloped everything.

Nolan Shuo suddenly looked up, only to see the last sliver of the waning moon in the sky disappearing as well. The clouds churned violently and pressed downward.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The night was eerily still, so much so that Fang Zhou could hear his own heart pounding. He suspected he was going to die.

"Run!" Nolan Shuo’s roar came from behind.

It was this shout that revived Fang Zhou as if calling his soul back to his body. Without a second thought, he dashed towards the Fu Jue Temple. He swore he had never run so fast in his life, with the whistling wind in his ears and the relentless footsteps chasing after him.