Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 888: Chapter 643: Do Not Do Good Deeds_2

The sound of chewing continued; the Ancestor seemed particularly fond of Lou Huixiang, intending to tear him apart, tap his bones, suck his marrow, and thoroughly masticate him.

The gory scene flashed uncontrollably in his mind, perhaps including Lou Huixiang’s eyes, which would never close even in death.

With Lou Huixiang dead, Nalan Shuo was probably unable to escape his fate either. This temple must be the only chance left. Nalan Shuo didn’t come together, likely due to some mishap.

Unlike Lou Huixiang, Nalan Shuo had truly shown kindness to Fang Zhou. Fang Zhou felt guilty about his death, but it was all too late to say anything now. With the four prophetic lines coming true one by one, Fang Zhou didn’t know what to do next, but going down was out of the question. At least, he had to wait for the gray mist to clear and the Ancestor to leave.

Rustle rustle...

As Fang Zhou pondered his next move, he lifted his head in surprise and stared into the nearby fog, hearing a very faint sound, as if someone was approaching.

Holding his breath, Fang Zhou stood up and gazed intently, and before long, he indeed saw a blurry figure in the mist. The figure moved slowly, as if worried about being discovered, with extremely light footsteps, tiptoeing towards him.

The Ancestor was still gnawing on Lou Huixiang behind him. The figure in the fog was very likely Nalan Shuo. Indeed, as the figure drew closer, Fang Zhou could see clearly that it was Nalan Shuo, but he was in a sorry state, his face and body smeared with disgusting mud.

Fang Zhou didn’t understand why this was happening, but given Nalan Shuo’s capabilities, there must be a reason for his actions. His surviving must be related to his disheveled appearance.

Regardless, seeing Nalan Shuo alive was like reigniting hope for Fang Zhou, and the oppressive feeling in his chest was swept away.

As they came closer, Nalan Shuo also spotted Fang Zhou on the roof, and the two gazed at each other through a haze of gray mist, neither speaking.

Fang Zhou saw wariness in Nalan Shuo’s eyes, which was clear evidence of his suspicion—was this a trap or not?

Suddenly, Nalan Shuo turned his head to look in another direction, almost towards Fang Zhou’s back. Fang Zhou knew well that the terrifying chewing sound was coming from there. As expected, Nalan Shuo’s complexion turned very bad upon hearing it.

What was even worse was that the sound seemed to be moving, circling towards the direction of the small temple. Fang Zhou could even imagine the Ancestor’s bloody, ghastly face.

The Ancestor was finishing off Lou Huixiang and would come for them next.

Nalan Shuo immediately hid behind a broken wall next to the temple, a room that seemed to be dedicated to burning Paper Money and incense candles; now it had collapsed, leaving only two broken walls, which served as a hiding place for Nalan Shuo. The walls were blackened from fire.

However, this was merely a makeshift solution. The Ancestor was not so easily fooled, and Nalan Shuo’s chances of survival were slim once it approached.

Fang Zhou witnessed this and was anxious. On the one hand, he was grateful to Nalan Shuo; on the other hand, he knew his own limitations. If both Nalan Shuo and Lou Huixiang perished, how far he could make it alone in this unfamiliar and terrifying world was an unknown. He might not even find the exit.

Conversely, if he could save Nalan Shuo, knowing his character, he would certainly feel indebted and offer his help.

As the horrifying chewing sound drew closer and seemed to accelerate, Fang Zhou stood up and waved to Nalan Shuo, who was observing from behind the broken wall. When Nalan Shuo looked over, Fang Zhou raised one hand with the ladder, signaling him to come over.

But soon he noticed that Nalan Shuo was indifferent, his calm gaze igniting fear. He was questioning, questioning whether Fang Zhou was human or a Ghost.

Is this the quality of an experienced player? Fang Zhou’s heart trembled; even at the brink of death, he remained unshakable. He couldn’t help but wonder what Nalan Shuo had been through before.

"Crack."

"Crack."

The sound drew nearer and sped up. Fang Zhou realized the Ancestor must have sensed the presence of living people. Nalan Shuo was in imminent danger. "It’s me, Mr. Nalan, come over quickly, just like you taught me to use the ladder to get on the roof," Fang Zhou called in a very low yet urgent voice, trying to gain Nalan Shuo’s trust.

These veteran players are too cunning, but sometimes being overly cautious can be counterproductive. For example, this time, Nalan Shuo’s suspicion might just get him killed.

"Mr. Nalan..." Seeing Nalan Shuo’s indifference, Fang Zhou grew anxious. He randomly pulled off a roof tile, thinking that if the Ghost came, he could make some noise in another direction to try to distract it and help Nalan Shuo.

But what he didn’t expect was that it was precisely this action of removing the roof tile that won Nalan Shuo’s trust. Fang Zhou watched as he quickly ran toward him, which caught Fang Zhou off guard. A guess emerged in his mind: after all, this place had the name of a temple, and was protected by talismans and the like around it. Those filthy things definitely couldn’t destroy them, let alone perform such a provocative and rough action as climbing onto the roof to remove tiles.

If only he had known, he would have thrown a roof tile at Nalan Shuo earlier. Finally, Fang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, steadied himself, and moved the ladder, passing it down bit by bit.

"Mr. Nalan, hurry!" Fang Zhou urged, keeping an eye on the surroundings at all times. Thankfully, they still had time.

However, upon reaching below the eaves, Nalan Shuo seemed to hesitate again, lifting his head and staring at Fang Zhou without reaching for the ladder. His eyes held a scrutinizing look.

Eventually, Nalan Shuo slowly backed away, shook his head gently at Fang Zhou, and turned to run off. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Fang Zhou was baffled by this scene. Just as they were on the verge of rescue, they chose to court death instead. Did these veteran players need to be so excessively cautious?

"Lou Huixiang is already dead. Don’t be foolish!"

In a moment of desperation, Fang Zhou’s voice got out of control. The mastication sound behind the fog ceased abruptly, leaving even Nalan Shuo stunned. He looked at Fang Zhou in shock. Fang Zhou, with resolve, tossed down the ladder, "Look at the ladder; it’s not an illusion. It’s real!"

As the ladder was thrown down, Nalan Shuo quickly approached and inspected it. This time, Fang Zhou’s tense face finally relaxed as he saw Nalan Shuo, after his inspection, pick up the ladder with remarkably swift movements.

Seeing Nalan Shuo trust him, Fang Zhou turned around to face the direction of the last mastication sound in the fog, on alert. With Nalan Shuo joining him, he now had a backbone, and from then on he just needed to follow Nalan Shuo’s plan.

The next second, a figure slowly appeared in the fog behind the house. But upon seeing the figure clearly, Fang Zhou felt as if struck by lightning. This was not the Ancestor but Lou Huixiang!

More precisely, it was Lou Huixiang’s corpse. Lou Huixiang at this moment was mangled beyond recognition; his neck bitten through, with only some skin and tendons holding the head, which dangled upside down in front of his body, swaying left and right with the motion.

"Crack."

"Crack."

That upside-down head continued to chew incessantly, with splintered bones and spittle dripping down the corners of its mouth. He was actually eating his own flesh!

If the chewing sound wasn’t from the Ancestor, Lou Huixiang, then... where did the Ancestor go?

As if realizing something, Fang Zhou turned around, and his expression suddenly twisted in terror. His mouth involuntarily gaped open, but his throat emitted no sound.

His pupils contracted to slits, and Fang Zhou was on the verge of collapse. He saw Nalan Shuo had already set up the ladder and was climbing up. His head was tilted back in an impossible angle for a living person, his gaze dead fixed on Fang Zhou, eyes filled with nothingness.

As they came closer and closer, Fang Zhou’s mind went blank. The ladder resting on the roof tiles beneath his feet was as wide as a person at its base.

Wide at the bottom for humans to pass.

Narrow at the top for Ghosts to pass.

Realizing he had been deceived, that this Nalan Shuo was a fake, that he himself was the true Ancestor, Fang Zhou almost instinctively kicked at the ladder trying to kick down the Ancestor disguised as Nalan Shuo. However, unlike the incident with Lou Huixiang, this time the ladder was as solid as Mount Tai.

With a final kick, the "Nalan Shuo" with a sinister look on his face grabbed Fang Zhou’s left foot and yanked him down from the rooftop.