Chapter 1095: Chapter 751: The Corpse_2
Yang Xiao was well aware of the Yin Temple’s infamous reputation, even his powerful uncle had expressed a healthy fear towards them, stating that if there was any faction known for their sinister methods, the Yin Temple would be the top contender.
Upon confirming the girl’s identity, Yang Xiao knew he couldn’t delay any longer. He had to deal with this trouble quickly; he had no intention of provoking those lunatics from the Yin Temple without reason.
After waiting a few more days, now over a week had passed since the auction’s end and the situation seemed less tense. Yang Xiao first contacted his Senior Brother Qingfeng and got permission to personally carry the treasure and sneak back to Xiang Ma Town under the cover of night.
Since he had a valuable treasure, he thought it prudent not to tell anyone other than Senior Brother Qingfeng. Suddenly seeing Yang Xiao in front of him, Ling Yanyu, who had been poring over documents all night, was both surprised and delighted.
Not long after, a figure appeared like a ghostly apparition in Yang Xiao’s mansion; it was none other than Senior Brother Ming Yue. At this moment, he had removed his usual monk robes and donned the night patrol attire of a Ghost Slave, complete with a common Grudge Mask on his face.
Yang Xiao hurriedly invited Senior Brother into the secret chamber of the mansion, personally brewed tea to entertain Senior Brother Ming Yue, and then brought out the Life-extending Ointment and the Sky Blue Porcelain Bottle, each packed in separate boxes, personally handing them to his brother.
After verifying them, Daoist Ming Yue let out a long breath and looked at Yang Xiao with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, "Junior Brother, the Master asked me to convey his thanks to you for this time."
"Please don’t say that, without Uncle’s care, I wouldn’t have lived this long." Yang Xiao genuinely felt gratitude towards Second Demon Uncle and his two senior brothers.
"Hmm." Senior Brother Ming Yue stopped being overly polite, nodded and continued, "The Master already knows your situation, but even he can do nothing about it. Do you know why the Master urgently needs this bag of Life-extending Ointment?"
"Why?"
Senior Brother Ming Yue sighed, his expression turning grave. "To tell you the truth, the Master was injured by that female ghost. He fought a duel with her, temporarily subduing her, but was also seriously injured, and his spiritual power was greatly depleted."
"It was Uncle who put the female ghost to sleep temporarily; this was all done at the hotel’s request." Yang Xiao suddenly understood everything; he never expected that his Netherworld-level Uncle couldn’t manage that Protective Magical Artifact and got hurt in the process.
Seeing Yang Xiao’s face turn pale, Daoist Ming Yue hurriedly comforted him: "Junior Brother, the Master sent me to tell you not to worry too much. Although this item is powerful, as long as you do not harm the girl, there will be no problem."
"But I can’t keep her for a lifetime, right?" In ancient times, having a concubine in a gold house was considered a pleasant affair. What was this, hiding a father in a chamber, having to curse your living father if you don’t serve well enough.
The good older sister on the Drama Robe was already bothering him enough, now another one appeared, and they formed a big and small duo. What sins did he commit in his past life; this life is all about serving others.
"Junior Brother, the Master advises you to look at things positively. Consider the best possible outcome: this girl has a remarkable background, likely belonging to a major branch of the Yin Temple. If someday you can find her family, they might reward you handsomely."
These words from Senior Brother Ming Yue sounded completely different to Yang Xiao. He only assumed his brother was trying to comfort him. If it were that good, the Peace Hotel’s sly calculations, smarter than monkeys, would have already sent the girl back to the Myanmar-Tai Black Triangle. Could such good fortune have fallen to him?
But now things were as they were, and Yang Xiao had no other choice but to take one step at a time.
Fortunately, he was now somewhat wealthy, and he could afford to feed himself a few times a day. If it were the time he was writing scripts, he might have starved to death in a rented room alongside the girl.
Daoist Ming Yue didn’t dawdle either. After finishing his instructions, he took the items, prepared to leave, but before he stepped out the door, he returned as if he suddenly remembered something, "Yang Junior Brother, did you finish cleaning up the scene after you turned the tables and killed the Pingsong Building Master’s daughter and the elder?"
"Of course, I threw the bodies of those people into the Mirror World, so rest assured, Senior Brother."
Hearing this, Daoist Ming Yue’s thick brows furrowed, and he muttered in a low voice, "Then it’s strange. I got word this afternoon that the Pingsong Building Master found his daughter’s body and is secretly setting up an altar at home to mourn her."
"What?!" This time it was Yang Xiao’s turn to be dumbfounded, "Senior Brother, is this information reliable?"
"I’m not sure, but the source is very high-level, and most of the information provided before has been verified."
Because of the precious treasure, Daoist Ming Yue did not stay long. After giving Yang Xiao a few words of advice, he left, donning his Grudge Mask. After a few leaps, his figure completely disappeared into the night.
However, Yang Xiao couldn’t sleep now. He repeatedly thought over the fight that night, considering every detail of each brief moment, finding no apparent flaw.
Most importantly, he was very certain that he had pulled the woman into the Mirror World and controlled the Mirror Ghost to kill her there, leaving the corpse naturally in the Mirror World.
This was Yang Xiao’s usual method of destroying evidence, employed dozens of times without ever being discovered. The only time a living person invaded it was the Old Clan Leader from Ru Lin Academy.
But what kind of person was that, the leader of one of the Upper Three Bookshops, Ru Lin Academy, a stabilizer of Ru Lin Yang Family, a top character that can be ranked among the Netherworld-level. He didn’t believe that a Pingsong Building Master from Phoenix City had such skills.
Could it be that it wasn’t him who did it but he sought help? Pingsong Building is known for hoarding treasures, with many valuables inside. Pulling out one or two good ones, presumably many experts would be willing to help.
The more Yang Xiao thought, the more uneasy he became. He decided to wait a bit longer, listen for rumors, and when the dust settled, stealthily return to see what was going on.
If they could truly open his Mirror World, it would indeed be troublesome.
Elsewhere, in a bizarre underground space at the Peace Hotel, a person strode in, holding two treasure boxes.
"Master, Junior Brother Ming Yue has retrieved the treasure."
Daoist Qingfeng, with a short stature, respectfully presented one of the treasure boxes; the figure behind the curtain accepted it and opened it. As a strange fragrance wafted out, the figure nodded, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of satisfaction, "Excellent, this is indeed the item."
Seeing this, Daoist Qingfeng presented the other treasure box, "Master, this is the treasure you gave to Junior Brother Yang for exchange. Junior Brother Yang said he is grateful for your teachings and has true returned it, mission accomplished."
After a while, the silhouette behind the curtain gently sighed and placed the porcelain box beside him, "He is indeed a loyal and righteous person, deserving the attention I gave him."
"Junior Brother Yang is the sort to reciprocate kindness, and this is largely thanks to the opportunity you provided him, Master." Daoist Qingfeng replied.
The rough hands rubbed the bag containing the Life-extending Ointment, and the elderly voice from behind the curtain said, "Such virtue is rare among the younger generation nowadays."
Hearing the Master praise Yang Xiao, Daoist Qingfeng also felt good, laughed and agreed: "Indeed, Junior Brother Yang is quite reliable, entrusted with responsibility, he fulfills it faithfully. I reviewed the ambush location on a map, it’s quite remote, not close to Xiang Ma Town, at least an hour and a half drive."
"Those people planned meticulously, hiding their convoy in nearby hills, clearing away any tire tracks leading in, with no intention of leaving anyone alive."
"I also know that Old Monster Sun is not easy to deal with; it was fortunate he encountered Junior Brother Yang instead of an ordinary Ghost-level Apostle who might not have contained him."
"To take a step back, even if Junior Brother Yang achieved victory and took the items without informing us, we would indeed be hard-pressed to find out, given how precious the item delaying Nightmare World is."
As fellow apostles, Daoist Qingfeng naturally understood the allure of such items for people like them. It was not an exaggeration to call it fatally tempting.
However, the next second, a voice sighed sorrowfully from behind the curtain, "If he truly did that, then he wouldn’t live long. This item is simply not something he can handle at the moment."
"Untouched is fine; touch it and you will die!"
