Chapter 2239 - 1199: Plan_4

Yang Xiao: "??!"

"Good sister, I didn’t say anything, this is all slander, shameless defamation!"

Yang Xiao was about to cry with fright, he swore he never had such thoughts, it must be the Mirror Ghost framing him, this traitor!

But now he couldn’t explain even if he had a thousand mouths, the next second, a number of Fierce Ghosts led by the top henchman, the Lantern Girl, pounced on him and seized his limbs, lifting him up as if he were a bell clapper to smash his head against the Big Red Coffin, not caring at all about Yang Xiao’s screams.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Yang Xiao’s head was buzzing, as he was dropped, the half-dead Yang Xiao grasped at the last straw of survival, strenuously crawling to the coffin of his good sister, no matter how the ghosts tugged and pummeled him, he just wouldn’t let go.

Next was following the usual process, he cried bitterly, swore oaths, willing to serve his good sister all his life, to ride horses and tread pedals, willing to die ten thousand times, this was all but a small token of repaying his good sister’s kindness.

Sure enough, after venting their anger and receiving the female demon’s instructions, the Fierce Ghosts finally spared Yang Xiao with a breath.

And at this moment, Yang Xiao heard footsteps rustling from behind the fog.

Yang Xiao struggled to turn his head to look, and the next second, his eyes slowly widened, only to see several repulsive-looking Fierce Ghosts carrying another coffin out, with a photo hanging in front of the coffin.

The photo was of a middle-aged man, looking quite nice and kindly, but oddly dressed, he wore a rather festive golden silk jacket and held a long-shaped thing, akin to an ancient Holy Decree, except the decree was gold while this one was red.

Then the Fierce Ghosts began to put on a show for Yang Xiao, and he quickly understood this was his good sister’s intention, she wanted him to find this fellow.

Seeing Yang Xiao unresponsive, the acting ghosts got annoyed, thinking he didn’t understand or was disobedient, so they wanted to grab him again and repeat the trick, banging his head against the coffin to enlighten him.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Yang Xiao shouted loudly that he understood and would definitely find this guy after going out, and then they spared him.

So Yang Xiao was released, when he opened his eyes again and sat up suddenly, he found himself back in bed in his room.

At this moment, there was a slight snoring in the room, two girls from the Esoteric Sect sleeping soundly on the thick carpet in front of the room screen.

"Phew——"

Yang Xiao let out a breath before collapsing onto the pillow.

There were no visible injuries on his body, but just moments ago, in that Ghost Dream, he was beaten severely, every bone in his body felt like it had been shattered, pain penetrated to his very marrow.

But the beatings were never in vain, like this time, he at least gained two key pieces of information.

First, the good sister... spit, that female demon, that female demon wants him to find the middle-aged man on the coffin.

From past experiences, this person absolutely has a problem, either he has some good Magic Artifact himself or... he’s hiding some big secret behind him.

This might as well be considered a premonition dream, every time after such a dream, Yang Xiao would have some gains, although the female demon punished him harshly, she couldn’t bear to kill him.

The reason is simple, they’re somewhat like grasshoppers tied to the same rope, if he dies, she would be left homeless, potentially ending up picked up by some master who might have the ability to get rid of her.

Yang Xiao carefully recalled in his mind, he was sure he hadn’t seen the person in the photo.

But he wasn’t anxious either, according to past experiences, as long as he had a premonition dream, it wouldn’t be long before he’d have the chance to meet this guy, by then he’d deal with him.

The second gain was the radio, judging from the premonition dream’s performance, this radio likely has the ability to spy into people’s hearts, translating the true thoughts within.

Such an ability is excellent for interrogation, but honestly, it doesn’t greatly enhance Yang Xiao, after all, even without the radio, Yang Xiao has no less than thirty interrogation methods to make prisoners talk.

Over the years, many masters have fallen into his hands, but those who could withstand his methods were almost none, dead ones would have to talk once in his grasp.

Thinking until his head hurt, Yang Xiao fell into a deep sleep, early next morning, he headed to Dean Sheng’s small courtyard, planning to take Dean Sheng with him to the Mirror World to check the refining results of the radio.

But as they entered the secret room, the sight inside was shocking, the three people confined had become unrecognizable as humans, among them, one had split open from the waist, with upper and lower halves separated and stretched into a serpentine shape.

Another had grown five additional arms, varying in length from the armpits and neck, resembling a demonized version of the Thousand-armed Guanyin.

The last one had entirely melted, like a puddle of liquid, with veins and membranes from within drilling out, at this moment inserting into the bodies of the other two.

Except for the last person, the other two were dead, and the last one was merely still alive, but he was no longer human as his brain had also melted.

This so-called living was merely a biological definition.

Undoubtedly, this first experiment had completely failed, none of the three could pass the trial.

Although he had anticipated this result, with the truth laid before him, Yang Xiao was visibly disappointed.

"Don’t be discouraged, failure is normal, very few can resist the effects of this thing, I think high-level Apostles have a slightly better chance," said the experienced Sheng Yanlin in comfort.

Now it seemed, those who persisted for years without dying at the bottom of the Youjian Mountain weren’t really failures, they should count as semi-finished products.

Moreover, Yang Xiao realized he’s at a real disadvantage, the Japan Ghost Sect people have scientific research and drug support, but he’s just relying on ancient methods and pure hand crafting, the success rate would be even lower.

After confirming no one was following nearby, Yang Xiao told Sheng Yanlin everything that happened yesterday.

Upon hearing that the Cannibal Buddha opened his mouth to demand the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes from Yang Xiao, even the calm Sheng Yanlin couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat, stating plainly it was fortunate that it was Yang Xiao, otherwise any honest person would have exposed it directly.

According to the Cannibal Buddha’s personality, as long as it could help the Esoteric Sect, let alone Yang Xiao, his godson, he would even snatch the Magic Artifact from his own son if necessary.

"No, what do you mean just if an honest person were swapped, am I not an honest person?" Yang Xiao thought Sheng Yanlin’s words meant something, he was unhappy.

"Alright, if you say so, then it is," Sheng Yanlin knew Yang Xiao’s character and was too lazy to argue, anyway, today they’re leaving, returning to the country to retrieve his own things.