Chapter 1839: Chapter 1050: Don’t Open the Door
The sound of footsteps came from behind, heavy footsteps, along with the rustling sound of grass and trees being brushed against—puppets were chasing him from behind, Beiyu Ye and his group were closing in.
Thanks to the tempering from nightmares and specialized training from the Patrol Defense Office, Yang Xiao’s physical fitness was still quite good, with a strong survival instinct driving him to run swiftly.
Finally, at the last moment, Yang Xiao burst out of the dense forest, and in front of him appeared a dilapidated Taoist temple, with a crooked plaque bearing the words "Zhenxuan Temple."
And at this moment, the two puppets also followed closely, bursting out from the dense forest. Beiyu Ye stood slightly behind the two puppets, glaring at Yang Xiao intently.
However, it was at this moment, standing truly in front of the abandoned Taoist temple, with his stamina nearly exhausted, that Yang Xiao hesitated again, sharply sensing something amiss.
Frankly speaking, the road from the riverbank to this temple wasn’t short. But on this not-so-short road, two high-level puppets, coupled with a master whose spiritual power surpassed the half-step Netherworld Realm, hadn’t caught up with him. Was that possible?
His heart began to waver, and Yang Xiao had to suspect that this was another trap.
Meanwhile, Beiyu Ye, as if seeing through his thoughts, cast him a meaningful smile, as if everything was under his control.
The two puppets also began to step forward, one on the left and one on the right, encircling Yang Xiao.
Now, it was time to make a choice: either gamble and enter the temple, or... grit his teeth and fight it out with Beiyu Ye and the two puppets!
The frequent nightmares had given Yang Xiao a psychological quality far superior to ordinary people. He forced himself to calm down and think. This temple and its surroundings gave him an unspeakable, inexplicable eerie feeling. He vaguely felt he had overlooked a crucial detail.
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, the realization struck him. He finally realized what the problem was.
The vicinity of this temple was too clean, with no signs of battle at all!
In contrast, in the dense forest and by the riverbank, there were signs of battle, even fragmented remains, while there was nothing here.
It must be known that this temple was the core of this Secret Realm, theoretically speaking, the battles here should have been the fiercest, and the traces left should have been the most abundant.
At the same time, a bold speculation formed in Yang Xiao’s mind. He wasn’t the first person to be driven here. Not long ago, Beiyu Ye was also driven to this place by these guys, and with no way out, Beiyu Ye chose to break into the temple gate, only to be possessed by the Source Ghost.
Everything Yang Xiao had experienced, Beiyu Ye also went through. Their encounters were similar, and after a round of psychological warfare, Beiyu Ye thought he too had seen through the Source Ghost’s plot. He went against it, fully exerting himself to escape to the temple, only to fall right into the opponent’s trap.
Facing the relentless Source Ghost, Beiyu Ye, who had already escaped near the temple, did not resist, because he mistakenly believed he had found the real way out.
That’s right!
In this way, everything makes sense. As soon as he steps into this temple and opens the temple door, he will immediately be possessed by the Source Ghost!
Conversely, if he doesn’t go in, the Source Ghost can’t do anything to him.
It can’t kill him—these were all blinding techniques. This guy was adept at manipulating people’s minds, using others’ fears to kill!
These were not entirely Yang Xiao’s speculations. He had one key piece of evidence, and that was Good Sister.
Originally, at such a life-threatening moment, Good Sister had no reason not to help. After all, the Wordless Heavenly Scripture was her beloved treasure. Moreover, if he were to die and be possessed by the Source Ghost, Good Sister wouldn’t fare well either.
The relationship between himself and the female demon of the Heavenly Water Pavilion was symbiotic; their fortunes and losses were intertwined. Although the female demon had tormented him multiple times, she wouldn’t easily kill him, which was also the confidence Yang Xiao had.
Recalling the past, there were reasons why Good Sister didn’t step in at those dangerous moments. It wouldn’t be different this time. Yang Xiao even suspected he was trapped in a world similar to a Ghost Dream by the Source Ghost, controlled by it, and in this dream, it was the omniscient and omnipotent god.
To survive, he must break the cycle of this Ghost Dream. This Ghost Dream was created based on the Source Ghost as the core, and the Source Ghost hadn’t foreseen the existence of Good Sister, which is why she completely lost contact after entering here.
Yang Xiao’s thoughts became increasingly coherent, as if divinely inspired. He was very confident in his judgment.
In other words, he was also confident in Good Sister’s judgment. He was truly honest with her, heaven and earth as witnesses, and Good Sister had no reason to stand by and watch him die.
And realizing that Yang Xiao would not willingly enter the temple, Beiyu Ye’s smile turned rigid, and a moment later, restraining the smile, a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
In the next second, the two puppets moved, attacking Yang Xiao from both sides. These were two high-level puppets, one with a standard of a half-step Netherworld Realm, and the lesser one having the level of Peak of Ghost Level. The two puppets attacking together brought pressure as immense as a mountain.
They virtually sealed off all possible escape routes for Yang Xiao, except the door behind him.
The door of the temple.
But Yang Xiao, with astonishing willpower, withstood the pressure. He gritted his teeth and swung the Ghost Bamboo Stick to meet them. Now, with most of his offensive magic artifacts taken away, this was almost his last reliance.
Fiercely swinging, Yang Xiao repelled the puppet at the Peak of Ghost Level, but the half-step Netherworld Realm puppet was too fast, already throwing a punch. Its fist, the size of a sandbag, carried a gale and fell heavily toward his head.
