Nightmare Apostle

At this moment, Yang Xiao also regained control of his own body, fighting with all his might against this ghostly entity.

During the struggle, Yang Xiao was horrified to discover that this creature seemed to have no physical form, entirely filled with a dark red, eerie gas.

To be exact, this was a strange type of spiritual power, akin to the blood-red force permeating this world.

This ghostly thing desperately tried to burrow into Yang Xiao’s body, and during the fight, Yang Xiao swung his arm fiercely, ripping off the creature’s face.

Beneath the old and terrifying face, there was also no physical form—no flesh, no bones—just that blood-red spiritual power sustaining it.

Yang Xiao had never seen such a horrifying sight; he could only resist desperately. Until the last moment, he seized an opportunity and kicked the ghostly thing away.

At that very moment, Yang Xiao suddenly awoke. He was still in his bedroom, lying in bed.

But the bed was covered with marks of struggle—his pillow was missing, the blanket torn, and not far away, Sui climbed up from where he had fallen on the floor, looking quite disheveled, with scratches on his face.

"You were having a nightmare, I tried to wake you, but couldn’t," Sui Chengguo walked towards Yang Xiao, explaining.

"Stop!" Yang Xiao stood up and drew out the Human Bone Staff with a backhand, shaking his left hand to make the Ghost Lantern appear in it.

As the green light swept over, it enveloped all of Sui Chengguo, and only after a moment did Yang Xiao breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t fake, wasn’t a dream. This was the real Sui; he truly... really woke up from the Ghost Dream.

Seeing Yang Xiao’s current tension, Sui Chengguo did not approach recklessly but explained from a distance, "Daoist Qingfeng just sent me a message saying your phone was unreachable. That’s why I came to check on you and happened to find you having a nightmare. No matter how I called, I couldn’t wake you."

"I’m sorry, Brother Sui." Yang Xiao didn’t explain further, took out his phone, and indeed, there were three missed calls, all from Senior Brother Qingfeng.

Moreover, the current time far exceeded Yang Xiao’s expectation; it was almost 1 a.m. He had taken a simple nap but ended up sleeping for nearly six hours.

After contacting Senior Brother Qingfeng, Yang Xiao changed clothes and immediately headed to the Peace Hotel to meet with Second Demon Uncle.

Along the way, Yang Xiao kept thinking about the Ghost Dream. This dream was different from previous ones— the good sister and the funeral procession didn’t appear. He didn’t know what it signified.

But from his experience, there are no pointless Ghost Dreams. This must be some kind of premonition and very important.

Connecting it to recent events, the first thing Yang Xiao thought of was the upcoming battle to reclaim Yiling Academy.

Could it be... a foreknowledge dream about this battle?

No matter how much Yang Xiao thought, he couldn’t connect this dream with Yiling Academy.

Especially when that ghostly figure shouted about returning his body.

That was just an Old Ghost; how could he possibly covet its body? Besides using it for alchemy, he really couldn’t think of anything else it could be used for.

But Yang Xiao asked himself honestly and confirmed he had never seen this person before, let alone snatched his body.

On the road, Yang Xiao tried his best to piece together the figure’s face in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he always fell short, as if an unseen force was obstructing him.

This gave Yang Xiao a foreboding feeling, as if something big was about to happen soon.

He secretly made up his mind to leave Xiang Ma Town overnight after seeing his uncle, to rush back to the Provincial Office in Qinglan City.

There, with Wu Qingcang and the masters from the bureau, he would feel somewhat reassured.

Entering the hotel from the back door, he met up with Daoist Qingfeng, and once again, his eyes were blindfolded. When he reopened them, he found himself in the peculiar space where Second Demon Uncle resided.

It was the same as before, with Second Demon Uncle seated behind a heavy curtain. The surroundings were dim, and the sparse light and shadow cast the silhouette of Second Demon Uncle on the curtain.

"Uncle, I’ve come to visit you." Yang Xiao pulled out a redwood box from his backpack, respectfully handing it over to Senior Brother Qingfeng to present to Second Demon Uncle.

"Xiao’er, you always bring gifts when you visit, you’ve really put thought into it." Second Demon Uncle’s voice was still hoarse, but very warm.

"Uncle, you’re being too kind. It’s thanks to you and the two senior brothers that I am where I am today," Yang Xiao said emotionally. "This time, it was also because you sent Senior Brother Ming Yue to Qinglan City to assist me that I was able to handle the chaos smoothly."

"Alright, among us family, there’s no need for formalities," Second Demon Uncle paused, as if suddenly noticing something. "What’s going on? Your physical state is very poor, as if you’ve suffered a curse technique. Who hurt you?"

Half-kneeling on the ground, Yang Xiao honestly recounted to his uncle what he had encountered in Japan, especially the ambush that nearly cost him his life.

"Half Compassion Purple Body Buddha..." Second Demon Uncle’s tone changed slightly, "Was it Li Lianyue who cast the curse technique on you?"

"Yes, it was her. If it weren’t for Senior Jiushan Cangxuan leading the team to repel her, I fear I wouldn’t be alive to see you today."

Recalling that scene even now, Yang Xiao still felt fear; it was probably the greatest crisis he had faced.

After a moment of silence, Second Demon Uncle slowly sighed, "You’ve been very lucky. Li Lianyue is not one to be provoked. Her top-notch curse techniques have killed countless renowned masters. If not for the Jiusan Family Master, no one might be able to stop her—not even I am her match."

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