Chapter 1179: Chapter 794: Painted Woman
The shadow was extremely thin, almost like a skeleton. Yang Xiao immediately turned back to look at the screen behind him, but there was no shadow at all.
Yang Xiao looked at the alarm clock again. At this moment, the deformed ghostly figure was no longer visible on the copper shell, only a solitary screen stood upright.
It disappeared...
Something more terrifying than seeing a ghost is when the ghost suddenly disappears. His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. Yang Xiao was almost certain that the ghostly figure was now closer to him, perhaps... right behind him.
Panic couldn’t solve the problem. Yang Xiao steadied his mind, picked up the alarm clock, and constantly adjusted the angle, using the copper shell to observe the surroundings. After confirming that there was nothing behind him, Yang Xiao felt slightly relieved.
But the next second, the slight sense of safety that had just returned was completely shattered. Yang Xiao’s bloodshot eyes fixed on a point on the copper shell, where appeared a pair of pitch-black, withered feet, stepping right in front of him.
An invisible pressure enveloped his whole body. Yang Xiao dared not move or even look up. He was aware that the ghost was standing right before him, bowing its head as it looked down at him.
The stalemate was broken by the sound of the door opening. Yang Xiao instinctively looked over, only to see the girl he had driven out standing behind the door, looking at him with astonishment.
"Sir, did you call us?" asked a girl dressed in traditional attire and wearing earrings.
Yang Xiao did not answer but turned his head back. At this moment, he noticed that the script box on the ground and the dirty cloth had disappeared, and the ghost feet reflected on the copper shell were also gone.
"Sir, you..."
The girl looked at Yang Xiao, half-kneeling on the ground and still naked. She instinctively wanted to approach and inquire, but Yang Xiao suddenly raised his hand, stopping her with his fingertips.
Seeing Yang Xiao’s iron-blue and fearsome face, the two girls were instantly scared stiff, not daring to come closer or even make a sound.
It was only when Yang Xiao rotated the alarm clock, confirming that the two girls were human and not ghosts, that he sighed with relief and collapsed wearily onto the ground.
Maintaining a posture for a long time, while also being mentally tense, left Yang Xiao utterly exhausted.
"Go call the steward and tell him I received the box." Rubbing his temples, Yang Xiao weakly instructed.
"Wait, just one person needs to go. Leave... leave one person to stay with me." Before the girls could leave, Yang Xiao spoke again, unwilling to experience that deathly loneliness a second time.
While waiting for the person to arrive, Yang Xiao organized the scattered papers on the ground, which were all copies he had made of ghost talismans.
It seemed that the ghost script also followed the saying ’When in Rome, do as the Romans do’. This time, the Nightmare World’s background was set in the Myanmar and Thailand region.
Not long after, Yang Xiao’s room was filled with people. Besides Professor Cui, Dean Sheng, and others, there were also many high-level members of the Esoteric Sect. Even the Cannibal Buddha personally came, demonstrating their regard for Yang Xiao.
Yet, upon receiving the blood letters written by Yang Xiao, the people of the Esoteric Sect looked at each other helplessly, unable to comprehend the meaning.
It was not completely incomprehensible; they could discern only a very small portion. This was partly due to Yang Xiao, as he did not understand Myanmar-Tai and could not replicate it fully. However, the crucial reason lay in the blood letters themselves.
A sect elder concluded that it was an extremely ancient language, although derived from the same root as Myanmar-Tai, it had long been lost.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao felt a chill in his heart because it meant he could not glean any useful information from the ghost script.
Moreover, this time he was about to enter the Nightmare World in Myanmar and Thailand, an area whose customs and practices he knew very little about, making him feel his way in the dark.
The fact that the words were from an ancient, lost language also meant that the background of this Nightmare World was set in a distant past, leaving Yang Xiao to face an unknown and foreign world.
The Cannibal Buddha held Yang Xiao’s transcribed paper, turned to a few elders, and issued some instructions. Yang Xiao couldn’t understand because it was in Myanmar-Tai.
However, Professor Cui, who was standing beside Yang Xiao, understood and quietly informed him that the Cannibal Buddha was asking for Kopanduo to be brought in, which meant ’thief’ in Myanmar-Tai.
During the wait, the Cannibal Buddha sent away unrelated people, leaving only a few in the room.
Soon, a person with heavy shackles, barefoot, and with a black cloth over their head was brought to the room. After the guards removed the headgear, Yang Xiao saw it was an extremely old man, with sagging skin like that of a Shar Pei dog, yet his eyes were so chilling and resolute that it could leave one terrified.
Yang Xiao’s first instinct was that this man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
The old man’s face was covered in bluish-black tattoos, inscribed in Myanmar-Tai, seemingly condemning his monstrous crimes.
"Hah~~~tui!"
The next second, something unexpected happened. The tattooed old man spat a mouthful of saliva onto the Cannibal Buddha.
A skilled sect practitioner reacted immediately and gripped the old man’s throat, waiting for the Cannibal Buddha’s order to twist his neck.
Surprisingly, the Cannibal Buddha was indifferent, waving his hand to signal his men to release him, and then, in a calm manner, he spoke a few words to the tattooed old man and handed over Yang Xiao’s transcribed blood letters.
There seemed to be something inconvenient to discuss in front of Yang Xiao and a few others, so the Cannibal Buddha took the old man out of the room. Now only Yang Xiao and Sheng Yanlin were left in the room, as Professor Cui and Sui had been politely asked to leave because their presence was not needed.
Yang Xiao felt puzzled and looked towards Sheng Yanlin, but even the knowledgeable Sheng Yanlin couldn’t determine the old man’s background all at once. However, he did confirm that the old man was powerful, a genuine Netherworld-level Apostle, whose identity could not be low. He must have committed severe crimes to be imprisoned by the Cannibal Buddha.
