Chapter 1275: Chapter 841: Death_3
The backpack he deliberately placed by the bed before sleeping was gone!
Inside it was the Drama Robe!
"Oh no..." Yang Xiao held his breath, observing his surroundings while using spiritual power to communicate with the robe fragments on his body. To his astonishment, the robe fragments showed no sign of response.
"Someone! Enemy attack!" Yang Xiao shouted in the direction of the door, since there were guards outside, stationed day and night.
But the only response was a deathly silence, no one else, as if he had been abandoned alone in another world.
He looked toward the night lamp not far away, its light carried an indescribable pallor, casting upon the ground like the grayish-white skin of a corpse.
This was an attack, silent yet extremely deadly.
The one who came was incredibly powerful, this place seemed to be a ghostly realm similar to his Mirror World.
He was dragged into this hunting ground by the opponent.
At this point, considering the opponent’s identity was meaningless; his primary task was to survive.
But all his methods were restricted, it was almost a desperate situation.
At this moment, an ordinary person might give up resistance or scream chaotically, but Yang Xiao wouldn’t. He was an experienced Angel Envoy. The opponent’s delay in acting despite their advantage was not out of mercy, but because they couldn’t.
He initially judged that although this ghostly realm was terrifying, it must have flaws.
As long as he found a flaw, he could live.
Even if he couldn’t find a flaw, he had to delay as much as possible. After all, this was the domain of the Esoteric Sect, with many experts around, it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed the anomaly here.
Having understood all this, Yang Xiao calmed down, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, noticing that the night lamp was the only thing different from his impression.
Without further hesitation, Yang Xiao cautiously walked toward the night lamp near the screen, the light lengthening his shadow behind him.
Due to his experience from the last mission, Yang Xiao was very sensitive to shadows and quickly realized something was wrong; the shadow behind him was strange.
No matter how he moved, the shadow was distorted and did not match his physique.
His heart sank, constantly adjusting his posture to uncover any tricks hidden in the shadow using the lamp’s light. He stopped finally, tilting his head back to examine the shadow, his pupils slowly widening.
He saw clearly, the shadow behind him wasn’t his at all, it was hunched and emaciated, a skeletal figure.
Simultaneously, a familiar burnt smell mixed with the stench of decay assaulted his nostrils.
At that moment, the blood in Yang Xiao’s veins ran cold. He understood; it was the Painted Woman, the burnt ghost had returned for him!
But... how could it be? Yang Xiao couldn’t comprehend why, wasn’t the mission completed already, wasn’t this ghost sealed with double insurance, and even sealed in the Mirror World?
"Ka..."
"Ka... Ka Ka..."
The ear-piercing sound of friction arose, Yang Xiao’s head, already turned back, felt gripped tightly, then violently wrenched backward.
This force was irresistible; Yang Xiao’s body almost unmoved, his head pulled back by immense power, hands dangling and forming claws, veins bulging on his hands, his entire body completely lost control.
Soon, froth of blood spurted from his mouth, he lost control of his bladder, eyes already bloodshot tremblingly rolled upward.
"Ka... Ka Ka..."
"Ka——"
Until a crisp snap, Yang Xiao’s neck was completely twisted.
In the final moment before consciousness faded, his body powerless fell, the almost dead eyes briefly reflecting the shadow on the ground.
The shadow lifted its withered arm, mercilessly breaking its head.
