Nightmare Apostle

"Eastern General Machinery Factory." Yang Xiao remembered this name; it was an important clue and very likely the Nightmare World he was about to enter.

Next was this box. Yang Xiao tried to open it, but after several attempts, he couldn’t succeed. The lid seemed glued shut to the box.

Seeing that he couldn’t open the box, Yang Xiao decided not to waste any more effort. He immediately used his phone to contact the Provincial Office, sent a message to inform them about receiving the Ghost Script, and asked the Bureau to use their resources to immediately search for this Eastern General Machinery Factory.

Upon receiving the message, the intelligence department of the Provincial Office operated immediately, and less than fifteen minutes later, Yang Xiao received a reply.

Upon seeing the first sentence of the response, Yang Xiao’s taut nerves relaxed quite a bit, even his gaze calmed. The first sentence only contained three words:

"Found it."

"Found it!"

Yang Xiao couldn’t wait to scroll down with his fingers, and soon followed a file package. Yang Xiao quickly clicked, but at this moment there seemed to be a bit of an internet issue, the file package kept spinning, yet it wouldn’t open.

"Come on! Hurry up, big brother!" Yang Xiao held his phone waiting, wanting to kneel down and beg his phone to hurry up.

Yang Xiao swore that he had never been this sincere even during waiting for late-night movies to load.

And about ten seconds later, his prayers were answered; the file package finally opened, but to Yang Xiao’s surprise, it wasn’t a page of documents inside but a video clip.

The video at first glance was very rough, more than two-thirds of the background shrouded by a fuzzy darkness. Yang Xiao brought his face closer to see through the part in the middle not entirely blackened, revealing that it was a room.

The room had lights on, and a person was standing at the desk with his back to the camera.

Upon seeing the outline of the person, Yang Xiao shivered vigorously, because that was him, and the background in the video matched the room perfectly.

Yang Xiao jumped forward with a start, and simultaneously turned around, trying to find the "camera" position, but behind him was empty save for a vacant bed, with nothing else.

At this moment, a foreboding sense spread in Yang Xiao’s mind. He recalled the phrase on the script box:

"I am watching you!"

Yes, now Yang Xiao could very clearly feel he was being watched by something; that gaze was cold, silent, filled with ineffable malice, just like a boning knife slowly dismembering him.

If it were the past, Yang Xiao might have immediately turned and fled, run out to call for help, but now he didn’t, as he knew it was useless.

He even suspected that upon opening the door, he would receive a surprise.

Since the Ghost Script had come, entering the Nightmare World was unavoidable; this was a law recognized by the Apostle Realm.

What he needed to do now was delay time as much as possible, find more clues, so that entering the Nightmare World wouldn’t be too passive.

As for the two neighboring Netherworld Envoys, they could not be relied upon.

It was suddenly quiet in the vicinity for some unknown time; even the bustling commercial street nearby inexplicably went silent, as if all people in the town had suddenly perished.

The video on the phone screen also began to become intermittent, but at this moment, Yang Xiao noticed something odd.

The script box placed on the table in the video was somehow opened, yet when he turned his head to look at the desk, the script box lay there quietly, just as before with the lid firmly put on it.

Considering there might be important clues inside the box, Yang Xiao plucked up courage and walked to the desk in a few strides, straightforwardly opened the box.

And this time, the box was easily opened by him, and inside was nothing, completely empty.

In fact, saying that is not quite right because, as the box opened, Yang Xiao sharply smelled a burnt odor.

Reaching into the box, he felt something black and fragmented at the bottom, and as he rubbed with his hand, most turned to ash; it was the source of that scorched smell.

Actually, it was fortunate, because Yang Xiao’s greatest worry beforehand was that upon opening the box, a pair of ghostly hands would emerge, grab him, and drag him in.

The method within Japan during last entry left a substantial shadow on him.

Still the local spirits don’t play those intricate tricks, at most they would hide the script box in a birthday cake.

Since his attention earlier was all on the script box, now Yang Xiao’s peripheral vision inadvertently spotted the phone screen seemed to move slightly.

As Yang Xiao shifted his sight to the screen, the scene made his entire body chill instantaneously from head to toe.

He saw a distorted, charred shadow crawling from under the bed, with most of its body out, and its foremost extended arm about to touch his foot.

The next second, before Yang Xiao could scream out, he was pulled down by a powerful force, and in falling, he knocked over the table, with no forewarning smashing him dazed.

Lying on the ground, he had no chance to struggle, as he got dragged under the bed by the ghostly hand, losing both view and consciousness.

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He awoke from chaos after an indeterminate time, startled by chaotic footfalls and felt itchy on his chest, as if someone was touching him.

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