Chapter 1398: Chapter 880: Letter from the Yi Sect
Whenever Yang Xiao thought of the crying mentioned by Elder Dachai, he felt waves of chills. He could confirm that this human head was likely "alive," meaning that those Artifact Refiners of the Esoteric Sect had truly sealed a living person’s "soul" inside the small head.
In the world of the Angel Envoy, "soul" is layman’s terms; accurately speaking, it’s spiritual power.
Back then, Fu Qingzhu was forcibly separated from his spirit and "sealed" inside that Bone Fan.
Yang Xiao wasn’t sure which unlucky one was in there, but just knowing this method was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
Having interacted with the Esoteric Sect’s Cannibal Buddha and Nalin Commander for so long, Yang Xiao almost forgot how terrifying the Yi Temple’s force was.
Even the mighty Second Demon Uncle kept his distance from these people, once bluntly stating that although there are countless apostles in the world, the Yi Temple’s methods are extremely sinister and evil, ranking first.
A bold idea suddenly popped into Yang Xiao’s mind. He thought about using the Ghost Lantern to illuminate the sachet, perhaps... perhaps he might see something different.
Yang Xiao knew the capability of the Ghost Lantern well and even considered the possibility of directly seeing the original owner who was "sealed" inside the shriveled human head.
However, after careful deliberation, Yang Xiao gave up. First, this attempt might trigger some unpredictable consequence, such as causing unexpected supernatural events or flat-out destroying this treasure.
No matter which, this was something the current Yang Xiao couldn’t accept.
Another point was that Yang Xiao strongly suspected that the owner of the shriveled human head might not be an adult man. He had witnessed the Dharma Sect’s alchemy ceremony, which, in terms of "material" selection, disregarded any taboos—gender, age, no restrictions.
If he really saw any inhumane tragedy, Yang Xiao would feel guilty.
But he was powerless; these things were gifted to him by the Esoteric Sect, and they meant well.
What else could he do? To turn against the Esoteric Sect for an unknown child, to desperately seek so-called justice?
If it weren’t for a stroke of luck saving Sutana, the Esoteric Cannibal Buddha wouldn’t have bothered talking with them. Anyone daring enough to enter the Esoteric Sect’s territory would likely become fodder and herbal ingredients for alchemy and artifact refining, dreaming of leaving unscathed!
To say nothing else, now, if he turned against the Esoteric Sect because of this, the Jiangbei Province Office wouldn’t spare him, calling him an utter fool.
Though aware of this, Yang Xiao still decided to express his heartfelt intentions.
He took out three sticks of incense, placed the sachet on the table, lit the incense candles, and solemnly bowed, secretly promising that, once he dealt with the young Sect Master, he would surely lay it to rest.
The land of Myanmar and Thailand was too bitter; he’s not sending it back. Instead, leaving it in China seemed better. He would find a serene place with mountains and streams for it, and hire someone to conduct a ritual, ensuring peace, and would never break his word.
"Hmm... men, women, young and old, if there is spirit in heaven, then bless me in killing that Sect Master early. Thank you." Yang Xiao inserted the incense into a miniature incense burner, ensuring every step was precise.
Once the incense burnt out, Yang Xiao took the sachet again, securing it close; this was one of his few assets to contend with the young Sect Master.
Although, based on current intelligence, the young Sect Master temporarily would not return to China, nor would he dare, who could bet? If that guy was pressured enough to defect to the Black Buddha Mother, it would be a huge problem.
Yet, based on his understanding of the young Sect Master, he believed the other wouldn’t, unless pushed to an impossible limit.
In some way, the Sect Master was similar to him. Dean Sheng once commented that the young Sect Master surpassed Yang Xiao in talent, while Yang Xiao’s advantages lay in luck and his insidious, bottomless cunning.
In summary, both parties seemed evenly matched.
In the long term, Dean Sheng favored Yang Xiao, partly due to the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, but also for Yang Xiao’s personal charm, something hardly seen for many years.
Dean Sheng once asserted that in the domain Yang Xiao was adept at, no peers could surpass him.
"Hope Dean Sheng and they can soon find the Sect Master’s hiding place, retrieve the Corpse Mirror I deposited there. What good is just a Soul-Capturing Mirror?" Yang Xiao internally cursed the young Sect Master.
Whether due to thinking by day and dreaming by night, Yang Xiao had a peculiar dream that night, though not long.
He dreamt of a little girl in luxurious white clothes.
The girl faced away from him, crouching in a dark corner, silent.
Yang Xiao, guided by some ghostly impulse, approached her, asking if she needed help and where the adults at her home were. But silence was his only response.
Yet, the white-clad girl clearly heard him, slowly standing on tiptoe, gradually turning around.
Yang Xiao retreated quickly, prepared to see a ghostly face or face unexpected horror, but surprisingly, she was indeed just a little girl.
The girl had a round face, big eyes, very cute.
Yet, inexplicably, upon seeing Yang Xiao, she suddenly began to cry out loud.
Even stranger, though she opened her mouth wide to cry, her eyes remained dry, with not a single tear.
Yang Xiao initially tried to coax her, but to no avail; the girl cried even harder, almost screaming. The cry seemed to have a magical force, nearly piercing through his eardrums, making his head feel like exploding.
"Stop crying, stop crying!" Yang Xiao covered his ears tightly, his mind a chaotic mess, eyes turning red, even nosebleeds started dripping.
"Stop crying, I said stop crying, no crying! No crying!!"
Driven to anger, Yang Xiao raised his fist and punched, landing squarely on the white-clad girl’s head. Then, a baffling scene unfolded, her neck split open with a horrific wound, and the once adorable little head dropped off.
The little head fell to the ground, rolling around, shrinking as it rolled, turning darker, finally only walnut-sized.
Though bereft of head, the crying didn’t diminish, only growing sharper and more exaggerated, eventually merging into a blaring alarm sound.
At the last moment, Yang Xiao seemed to understand suddenly. He turned around just as the headless girl raised her hand, pointing behind him.
As Yang Xiao turned, a pale figure stood behind him, so close they were nearly touching.
Backlit, Yang Xiao couldn’t manage to see the person’s face in time, then felt a stabbing pain in his heart. A dagger plunged deep into his chest.
The force was so great, the blade nearly fully embedded in his chest.
In dying moments, Yang Xiao saw the hand tightly grasping the dagger.
It was a left hand, bearing a lightning-shaped blood-red tattoo.
In the next second, Yang Xiao awoke from the nightmare, his forehead soaked in cold sweat, his back completely wet, as if he had just been dragged from water.
He immediately checked his heart area, confirmed there was nothing wrong, then quickly looked at the sachet close to him.
Thankfully, nothing happened, but the dream felt all too real. Yang Xiao experienced a similar feeling before; he could be sure this was a Ghost Dream’s prophecy.
The one attacking him was indeed the young Sect Master; Yang Xiao had thought Su Tingting’s prophecy had been broken, but now, things didn’t seem as simple as he imagined.
After calming down, Yang Xiao got off the bed, poured himself a glass of water, and opened a slit in the tightly drawn dark curtains.
The day outside had dawned, though not fully brightened. Estimating those living in old neighborhoods, outside might already see people in workout clothes, grouped in threes or fours, returning from morning exercises.
But Yang Xiao lived in a well-known luxurious villa district of Rongcheng, with detached houses, few residents, it remained very silent.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiao headed for the bed, intending to nap a bit more. Just as he lay down, his phone beside the pillow suddenly lit up.
Before the ringtone played, Yang Xiao pressed the accept button, as the caller was Director Nalan.
"Little Yang, you asked the Patrol Defense Office to contact your former mission teammates, there is news now." Nalan Shuo spoke quickly.
"Ten minutes ago, people from the Provincial Office sent word, saying people from the Yi Sect are looking for you, urgently."
Yi Sect
"Little Yang, you asked the Patrol Defense Office to contact your former mission teammates, there is news now." Nalan Shuo spoke quickly.
"Ten minutes ago, people from the Provincial Office sent word, saying people from the Yi Sect are looking for you, urgently."
Yi Sect
People are looking for you, urgently."
Yi Sect
