Nightmare Apostle

Fu Qingzhu had previously met Sui Chengguo. When Sui Chengguo fled to Rongcheng, he was helped by Fu Qingzhu, who opened a gap in the United Federation’s defense line to give Sui Chengguo a chance to catch his breath.

"Brother Sui, President Fu is new here and not yet familiar with the situation in the town. As someone with seniority, we’ll have to rely on you a lot in the future," said Yang Xiao.

"No need for formalities. On the road to escape, it was thanks to President Fu’s help that I made it. I’ve always remembered that favor," Sui Chengguo, a person with a clear sense of gratitude and resentment, replied.

Due to being busy recently, Fu Qingzhu left first after assuming the role of Marquis Zhenbei, while Yang Xiao arranged for Brother Sui to send reliable people to help him take over the area.

Fu Qingzhu promised to return as soon as he finished his tasks.

In the evening, Yang Xiao personally escorted Fu Qingzhu out of the town, and as they approached the town’s gate, Yang Xiao saw a crowd gathered ahead, as if watching something exciting.

Under the giant sign of Xiang Ma Town, four dead bodies were hanging, with ghastly appearances, their limbs broken, and one head swollen like a pig’s head, making it unrecognizable.

A sign was hung under each dead person’s neck, detailing their name, identity, and crimes.

"In broad daylight, someone dares to commit such atrocities in the street. Is there no law here?" Fu Qingzhu was shocked by this terrifying scene.

Although he hadn’t had high hopes for the law and order of Xiang Ma Town before he came, this horrific sight broke his limits.

Among the brutally killed were an elderly man with gray hair and a young woman with a graceful figure.

After cursing a few times, Fu Qingzhu noticed no one in the carriage responded. He suddenly realized and looked at Yang Xiao in shock: "Good brother, don’t tell me you did this."

"It wasn’t me," said Yang Xiao.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingzhu’s tense face gradually relaxed. He thought there was no way all the bad deeds in Xiang Ma Town were his good brother’s doing; that would be too perverse.

"It was I who arranged for someone to do it," Yang Xiao added.

Fu Qingzhu: "???"

"Let me explain, these people are beasts. They kidnapped young girls and sold them abroad. Do you think they should not die?" Yang Xiao, with zero tolerance for such matters, explained.

He was very pleased with how Guardian Yun handled the matter, clean and swift, perfectly in line with his wishes.

Originally, he had given a deadline for tonight, but it seemed Xiao Yun had completed the task ahead of time, deserving of a reward.

After understanding the situation, Fu Qingzhu was also furious, stating that if such a thing happened in Rongcheng, he would personally lead a team to exterminate these animals.

Once captured, Skinning Veratrum would be used, and they’d be ground to dust. Such scum wouldn’t be allowed in his jurisdiction.

Beyond his love for office, his good brother’s other viewpoints remained righteous, which is the fundamental reason the two became close friends.

Of course, Yang Xiao also liked holding office, but he was reserved about it, never mentioning it.

He just wanted to stand on a higher step to serve the people.

After seeing off Fu Qingzhu, Yang Xiao returned to his residence to rest. Daoist Qingfeng contacted him, asking him to come to Peace Hotel before midnight; his master wanted to see him.

One of the important reasons he came to Xiang Ma Town was to meet the Second Demon Uncle. After being away for so long, he indeed missed this uncle of his.

Lying on the comfortable bed, Yang Xiao only intended to take a short nap, but unexpectedly, he fell asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, he found himself on a barren and desolate land, shrouded in dark red fog, with poor visibility. The ground was uneven, with trenches seemingly plowed by blades, indicating a great battle had taken place.

Wandering aimlessly on this land, it seemed his body wasn’t under his control, and his mind was blank.

He didn’t know how long he walked — perhaps an hour or longer — until he reached a small mound a few meters high before him.

Eerier still were the faint rustlings from behind the mound, resembling low whispers as if someone was hiding behind it.

With Yang Xiao’s vigilance, he should have run upon sensing something amiss.

Yet this time, he couldn’t; not only couldn’t he escape, but he foolishly climbed the mound, hands and feet engaged clumsily, seeking what lay hidden beyond.

But as he peered over the mound, a bizarre scene unfolded: the other side was empty, devoid of people or even the whispering sound, the silence around him was terrifying.

Realizing something was wrong, he instinctively tried to retreat and run away.

But as he turned his head, the sight nearly gave him a heart attack: a figure enshrouded in a blood mist was curled beneath him, raising its head to stare fixedly at him. In the blood mist, an aged, wrinkled ghostly face emerged.

"Give it back, the body... give the body back to me!!"

The ghostly figure held his ankle tightly, trying to climb onto him, continuously demanding Yang Xiao return its body.

This scene terrified Yang Xiao; he swore he’d never seen this person before, let alone taken its body.

The ghost’s force was beyond Yang Xiao’s resistance, and before long, it climbed onto him, pressing him down firmly.

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