Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 887: Chapter 643: Do Not Do Good

With a loud "bang," Fang Zhou’s heart sank, and his feet moved even faster. He knew that was the sound of a heavy coffin lid being flung open.

The Ancestor was out!

There was no time left to ponder why, why the Divine Turtle Shell couldn’t suppress the Ancestor. All he could think of was to rush to Fu Jue Temple, get that Juehu Ladder, climb up that spire-topped shrine, and, as previously mentioned by Nalan Shuo, that was his only chance to survive.

Finally, he made a dangerous dash through the courtyard gate. In desperate straits, Fang Zhou tapped into unprecedented strength and speed, dragging the ladder as he ran after knocking it over. He got to the front of the spire-topped shrine and set up the ladder as quickly as possible, with the wide end down and the narrow end up, leaning against the eaves of the shrine. There was no time to consider its stability as he started to climb.

The ladder creaked as it struggled under his weight, and the roof tiles were pressed into a pinging noise. Fortunately, his fast actions got him up there.

Just as he steadied himself, without even turning around, the ladder creaked again. It was Lou Huixiang, desperately climbing as well.

Because of an injury to his shoulder, coupled with the unstable ladder shaking constantly, his speed was much slower than Fang Zhou’s.

But at that moment, a figure appeared outside the courtyard gate, surrounded by a bizarre gray mist, with an abnormally large and deformed head disproportionate to the withered body.

This was certainly not Nalan Shuo, but the haunted Ancestor wearing a mask. Fang Zhou hadn’t imagined it would catch up so quickly!

Meanwhile, looking outside the courtyard already engulfed in the gray mist, the mist churned violently, as if alive, desperately pushing toward the inside.

"Boom."

The figure suddenly moved, not walking, but jumping, much like the Qing dynasty zombies in the movies with long braids, leaping straight from outside the courtyard gate—a jump of 4 to 5 meters. At this rate, it would only take 3 or 4 leaps to reach the front of the shrine.

Lou Huixiang was still struggling to climb, but the gray mist had already reached behind him, seemingly with some adhesive property, making his ascent immediately slower. In his panic, Lou Huixiang didn’t forget to look up and yell at Fang Zhou, "Pull me up! Quick, pull me up!"

"Boom!"

The Ancestor’s figure was obscured by the mist, but the clear sound of jumping from within the mist made it evident that it was getting closer.

"What are you being so foolish about, hurry and pull me up!" Lou Huixiang had gone into hysterics. He could feel something extremely terrifying approaching behind him. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Even if he managed to climb up now, it was dubious if he could survive, but fortunately Fang Zhou was also there. If it came to it, he could throw Fang Zhou down after climbing up. Lou Huixiang also had abundant mission experience; he knew that usually, a Ghost could only kill one person in a short span of time.

Seeing Fang Zhou extend his hand, Lou Huixiang was elated and stretched out his own hand. But just a second before their hands touched, Lou Huixiang’s heart sank. He saw Fang Zhou’s expression turn grim, and as the hand that was meant to save him withdrew, Fang Zhou adjusted his body and fiercely kicked the ladder, the violent shake nearly causing Lou Huixiang to plummet.

After realizing he’d been played, Lou Huixiang clung to the ladder, refusing to let go, and another thud resonated through the mist.

The Ancestor was getting closer, but Fang Zhou resolutely leaned his body out perilously and kicked at Lou Huixiang’s head. Perhaps knowing that falling meant certain death, Lou Huixiang clung tightly to the ladder, betting that Fang Zhou wouldn’t dare lose the ladder as well.

Indeed, as Lou Huixiang had thought, Fang Zhou only wanted to drop him down, not willing to give up the ladder, after all, Nalan Shuo had warned that the ladder could be used by both humans and ghosts, and if it would be exploited by the Ancestor, he would die as well.

"Save me, I was wrong, save me, brother Fang Zhou!!" Lou Huixiang had changed from his previous threats, now huddled and holding the ladder tightly, looking very pitiful.

Do not do good deeds, do not do good deeds! Fang Zhou’s eyes were red with desperation. Had it been someone else, he might have hesitated, but not for Lou Huixiang. He steadied the ladder, took a deep breath to muster all his strength, and fiercely kicked at Lou Huixiang’s still-bleeding shoulder.

There was a cracking sound, like a bone snapping, and with the pain, Lou Huixiang could hold no longer, tumbling down.

Seizing the opportunity, Fang Zhou exerted all his strength to retract the ladder, and having done all this, he sat down on the high eaves, gasping for breath.

He had never killed anyone before; this was the first time.

The fallen Lou Huixiang had a stronger will to live than Yang Xiao had thought. He quickly got up and limped towards the back of the courtyard.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

The dull thumping sounds in the mist relentlessly followed the direction of Lou Huixiang’s escape. Fang Zhou knew that he, for the time being, would not die.

Before long, Lou Huixiang’s heart-wrenching screams echoed from deep within the mist, but it lasted only a few seconds before being abruptly cut off.

What followed was a heart-racing chewing noise, "crunch," "crunch," — Fang Zhou, curled up on the roof, listened with chilling horror. That was the sound of bones being crunched along with fresh flesh, the scene certainly extremely bloody.

Lou Huixiang was dead, though they were at odds, he was still a living person who died right beside him, and his death was by his own hand.

For Fang Zhou, who had lived as an ordinary person for so many years, this was a complicated experience, weighing heavily on him, making it somewhat difficult to breathe.