Free Web NovelChapter 933: Chapter 666: On a Dark and Windy Night, a Chance Encounter with an Old Friend at Peace Hotel_2
"I ask you, were the people who came to kill me last night sent by you?" Pingxi Marquis demanded harshly.
"Yes, it was me, I paid a hefty sum to have them come," Yang Xiao admitted painfully, gritting his teeth.
"Indeed, at least you’re honest." Pingxi Marquis has made his stand in Xiang Ma Town not by being idle; he had already learned that the folks from Sun and Moon Divine Sect had been secretly inquiring about that person’s whereabouts, undoubtedly indicating a murky relationship between the two.
"Lord Pingxi Marquis, please retract your magical powers!" Yang Xiao pleaded out loud, his expression sincere, with eyes full of supplication towards Pingxi Marquis.
"Hmm, I ask you another question, where did you acquire this Magic Artifact?" Ghost Duster appeared between Pingxi Marquis and Yang Xiao on the ink, floating right there next to a copper mirror, which was also floating.
"It was me... I stole it."
"Stolen from where?"
"Northwest... from the Ma Family." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Pingxi Marquis furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, then nodded, "So it was them. You are quite fortunate, always encountering good things."
However, the next second, Pingxi Marquis clenched the book in his hand tighter, "Keeping you around is a disaster, no need for further interrogation, better to just end you now for good!"
What Pingxi Marquis never expected was that the treasure book in his hand began to tremble slightly, teetering on the edge of losing control.
The connection between him and the book grew weaker, as if some special force was competing with him for control over the book.
"Pingxi Marquis!!"
Before the man could figure it out, he heard someone shout loudly. He instinctively looked up towards Yang Xiao, only to be almost blinded by a burst of green light in front of him.
Indeed, it was Yang Xiao controlling the flame burst from the Ghost Lantern, flipping his wrist, the Soul-Capturing Mirror appeared in his hand, and the next second, the unbound Yang Xiao appeared in front of Pingxi Marquis.
Indeed, he had not handed over the Soul-Capturing Mirror, and the copper mirror he had previously thrown out was a gift from the Chamber of Commerce.
He was certain that Resentment Sect would not disclose everything to Pingxi Marquis. Indeed, Pingxi Marquis knew he had a mirror capable of teleporting, but he did not know what it looked like, which provided Yang Xiao the opportunity to switch the Crown Prince under his cover.
Pingxi Marquis, no doubt an old and formidable figure in Xiang Ma Town, reacted swiftly. As Yang Xiao teleported over, before Pingxi Marquis could even open his eyes, he sensed a murderous aura approaching and leaned backward trying to escape through the ink, but unexpectedly, his body did not respond. A force was pulling his hair, anchoring him in place.
This was the power of the book that Pingxi Marquis could not fathom why it backfired onto him.
Of course, this was due to the power of the Daoist robe old ghost which Yang Xiao had recently acquired. Earlier his feigned submission was to lure Pingxi Marquis over, forcing him to reveal himself through the ink, and when he carelessly approached, Yang Xiao secretly activated the Daoist robe old ghost’s power. Now with a substantial increase in spiritual power, his handling of these Magic Artifacts had become more adept.
Yang Xiao was not like Pingxi Marquis; although he had many questions to ask, fearing that prolonged delays may lead to unforeseen changes--after all, as a Ghost-level Apostle, Pingxi Marquis might have some secret powerful objects that could reverse their positions, leaving Yang Xiao with no place to cry.
"Young brother, we can..."
"Ah!!"
Before Pingxi Marquis could finish his sentence, he let out an inhuman shriek. Yang Xiao, seizing control of the battle, did not hesitate and immediately snatched the Ghost Duster, with one flick destroying the remainder of Pingxi Marquis’s right hand and melting away half of his face.
Parts of flesh and blood shattered and splattered onto his body, the ground, and the wall behind, the flesh mingled with veins and broken twisted bones.
At this moment, the ink beneath disappeared, both Magic Artifacts of Pingxi Marquis were destroyed; the black inkstone lay discarded on the ground, soon to become Yang Xiao’s spoils of war.
Surprisingly, the strike of the Ghost Duster did not take Pingxi Marquis’s life, perplexing Yang Xiao. Consuming so much spiritual power, Yang Xiao sheathed the whisk and pulled out a cleaver, ignoring the melted-faced man’s struggles and pleas. He raised the cleaver, chopping down one stroke at a time, quickly disfiguring Pingxi Marquis beyond recognition. He did not stop until he had cut off the head.
"Whew—"
"Whew—"
Yang Xiao panted heavily, raising his sleeve to wipe the blood off his face. In the midst of the frantic chopping, he felt something hidden inside Pingxi Marquis’s clothes. Pulling the clothes apart, he saw, indeed, a mask was hidden in front.
Yang Xiao’s eyes lit up; it was the You Character Mask. This object happened to be useful for his good brother, and he decided to take it along. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Also, the two Magic Artifacts, a book, and an inkstone were excellent items. Even if he didn’t use them himself, he could sell them for a good price or exchange them for other treasures he could use, these things being more valuable than gold.
As Yang Xiao was looking down cleaning up the battlefield, planning to slip away, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the courtyard door. The next second, he paused, then looked up to see a figure standing outside the courtyard door, currently staring coldly at him.
When had this person arrived, and how had he not sensed it at all?
However, none of these mattered much now, what truly unsettled Yang Xiao was the clothes this person wore, and the mask on his face.
It was the Ghost Slave from the hotel, and moreover, a You-level Ghost Slave.
The same powerful existence as Big Brother Sui from Pingxi Marquis.
