Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 934: Chapter 666: On a Dark and Windy Night, a Chance Encounter with an Old Friend at Peace Hotel_3

Yang Xiao’s first instinct was to run, but a second later, a commotion also came from behind him, with three Ghost Slaves, all wearing Li character Masks, lined up in one row.

"Those who kill without reason in Xiang Ma Town shall be put to death without mercy!" The You-level Ghost Slave outside the door spoke with a muffled voice, stepping closer to Yang Xiao with each move, a short sword sliding out from the sleeves, its blade reflecting a cold glint, clearly a formidable Magic Artifact.

At the same time, the three Fierce Level Apostles behind him spread out, blocking Yang Xiao’s escape routes from three directions.

At this moment, explanations would be useless. Of the thirty-six stratagems, Yang Xiao decided to run first, but the Soul-Capturing Mirror in his hand was utterly unresponsive, and he realized the seriousness of his situation.

Running was no longer an option, and as for fighting, not to mention the You-level Ghost Slave, even those three Fierce Level Ghost Slaves weren’t something he could handle now, for he had not held back in his fight with the Pingxi Marquis, having used all his Magic Artifacts and suffering a significant drain on his spiritual power.

The You-level Ghost Slave approaching him raised the sword in hand, and to Yang Xiao’s astonishment, the Precious Sword slowly turned pitch black. Yang Xiao knew he had to fight desperately today; these Ghost Slaves weren’t anything good. They watched Pingxi Marquis getting dealt with by him, waiting for the dust to settle before swooping in for the easy pickings.

Just as Yang Xiao was about to stake it all with the Ghost Duster, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard — irregular, moving east a step and west another, like a toddler who had just learned to walk.

As the figure appeared, Yang Xiao’s dimming eyes suddenly lit up; it was none other than Daoist Qingfeng!

"Daoist, it’s me!!" Yang Xiao shouted loudly for help, knowing this could very well be his last chance.

The child-sized Daoist Qingfeng, ignoring Yang Xiao, hands tucked into his sleeves, looked at the You-level Ghost Slave ahead and said in a clear voice, "Stop here; I’m taking this person back with me."

"I’m afraid that’s not appropriate. This man has broken the town’s rules; not killing him would fail to establish authority," the You-level Ghost Slave coldly refused. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

A sense of dread hit Yang Xiao’s heart; it seemed that this You-level Ghost Slave held a high position in the town and was not giving Daoist Qingfeng any face.

Daoist Qingfeng gave a hollow salute to the You-level Ghost Slave, saying with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes, "I’m acting on my master’s orders to take this person back. Do you have a problem with that?"

Upon hearing this, the You-level Ghost Slave stopped talking, turned around, and left. His steps seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace. When Yang Xiao looked around, he noticed that the three Fierce Letter Ghost Servants had also left, silently, without even a goodbye.

This was not the first time Daoist Qingfeng had saved him, and though he’d given the Daoist his fair share of benefits, in these times, it was rare to find an honest person who’d accept gifts and get the job done. Yang Xiao couldn’t deny how moved he was and naturally wanted to offer all the equipment he’d taken from Pingxi Marquis to Daoist Qingfeng, but this time, he was rejected.

"Daoist, what is this...?" Yang Xiao was somewhat bewildered.

"Gather your things; you’re coming back with me to see the master," Daoist Qingfeng said, hands still tucked into his sleeves, his face stern.

"We’re really going back?" Yang Xiao was dazed, having initially thought it was just a bluff to scare the You-level Ghost Slave.

Seeing Daoist Qingfeng’s increasingly somber expression, Yang Xiao prudently shut his mouth. He didn’t consider running away; firstly, because he couldn’t, and secondly, because he shouldn’t. After all, Daoist Qingfeng had saved his life several times and was his benefactor. If he ran now, it would make things difficult for Daoist Qingfeng, which would be utterly unrighteous.

On the way, Yang Xiao tried every trick in the book to find out what the immortal master wanted from him, but Daoist Qingfeng’s lips were sealed tight, silent during the journey. However, Yang Xiao could feel that the other party was also very nervous, suggesting that the situation was far from minor.

Indeed, he had killed the Pingxi Marquis, one of the Four Major Families, which meant that the power dynamics in Xiang Ma Town were about to be reshuffled. As the manager of Peace Restaurant, his master must be quite displeased, and he might be severely punished.

Yang Xiao also figured it out, no matter how his master pressed him, he would not expose Daoist Qingfeng; the two of them had no connection.

Following Daoist Qingfeng all the way to the depths of the hotel, walking down the deserted corridor, Yang Xiao felt his heart rise to his throat. Judging by the number of steps from the staircase they descended, they were now underground, and yet the stairs continued downwards.

Yang Xiao realized that they must have entered a Ghost habitat, akin to the secret chamber owned by Lu Youdao, except that the Ghost habitat inside the depths of the Peace Hotel was much larger, and likewise, much more dangerous. Without someone leading the way, one would likely be lost within forever.

"Close your eyes." The leading Daoist Qingfeng suddenly spoke.

Yang Xiao obediently closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to lightly rest it on the lantern that Daoist Qingfeng was holding, and in this manner, they descended dozens more steps. Suddenly, Yang Xiao heard a knocking sound, but what was odd was that he had observed earlier that there were no doors near the downward stairs, only grayish-white walls on both sides.

Yang Xiao kept his eyes closed until Daoist Qingfeng spoke again, "Open your eyes. We’ve arrived."

Gradually opening his eyes, he saw a rather dim room, not small in size, at least nearly one hundred square meters. Underfoot was a solid, pitch-black cement floor, and in the center of the room, a giant Tai Chi Eight Diagram had been drawn. In the central part of the Eight Diagram, a few gray curtains were held up by stands, with a human figure vaguely visible behind them.

From the posture, the figure was sitting cross-legged on the ground, tall and thin, and on the right side of the curtains, there was a large copper furnace as tall as a person, resembling an ancient Alchemy Furnace, but without a fire inside. In front of the furnace stood a fat and big-eared Monk.

He had seen this Monk before, who had guarded the tea house for him after the Golden Snake’s betrayal, protecting Ling Yanyu and her party, and had addressed Daoist Qingfeng as his senior brother.

"Take out all your Magic Artifacts; the master wishes to review them," said Daoist Qingfeng with a serious expression, instructing Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao did not dare to disobey, taking out all the Magic Artifacts from his backpack "one by one" and placing them on a large copper plate, which the big Monk then carried into the curtains.

Aside from the Drama Robe, Soul-Capturing Mirror, kitchen knife, Ghost Duster, Human Bone Staff, and Ghost Lantern, there was also an old, tattered sleeve of a Daoist robe, only half remained. It had fallen off as he touched the sleeve edge of the Drama Robe; even Yang Xiao himself was startled by it.

Yang Xiao didn’t dare to look up, only spying on the movements behind the curtains with the corner of his eye. He saw the mummy-like figure move, as though inspecting his artifacts. Yang Xiao feared that the person was after the Drama Robe, but upon further thought, he didn’t believe that in this small place he would encounter an immortal more formidable than the Dean of Ru Lin Academy.

Indeed, through the curtains, Yang Xiao saw the withered figure did not even notice the robe sleeve, but instead, directly picked up the last item. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Yang Xiao immediately realized it was the half sleeve of the Daoist robe that had slipped down, and this master held onto the Daoist robe sleeve without releasing it.

"Where did you obtain this item..." came a cold, hoarse voice from behind the curtains, sending chills down one’s spine.

In response to the old immortal, Yang Xiao said, "It was obtained by the junior after accidentally killing a group of Yu Yuan Sect members and confiscating it from them." Yang Xiao dared not reveal the connection with the Ru Lin Academy and immediately splashed the dirty water on the notorious Yu Yuan Sect in the world of martial arts.

"Lying!" A sudden cold shout came from behind the curtains, not loud, yet it made Yang Xiao’s heart tremble.

"How could my brother’s Magic Artifact fall into their hands?!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao was stunned for a second, then suddenly raised his head, his pupils sharply constricting, "You... You’re the senior Er Mo!!"