Chapter 668: Chapter 529: Backlash_3
Lu Wencheng was already running as fast as he could, but the gray mist drew ever closer, that ponderous scraping sound that swept the ground like bone-burrowing maggots followed closely behind. It felt as if with a mere stretch of the hand, they could have grabbed Yang Xiao’s back.
The assailant was targeting him specifically, and at this point, attempting to escape was futile. It would only endanger another person, so Yang Xiao told Lu Wencheng to put him down.
"What are you blabbering about?" Lu Wencheng panted and cursed, "What’s the difference between putting you down and sending you to your death?"
"If you don’t let me go, we’ll both die!" Yang Xiao still had the Underworld Robe, planning to confront the Daoist robe old ghost head-on. Since his big sister seemed to want this old ghost, there was no reason not to help. Otherwise, if he died, she too would be devoured by the old ghost.
Unfortunately, he was too weak. Even using his own body, big sister couldn’t unleash one-tenth of her power.
A long time ago, during the battle against Granny Hong, he had an epiphany, which also spelled a tragedy for him. It would greatly exacerbate the Drama Robe’s backlash. Perhaps one day, his entire skin would be replaced by that of the robe.
What would happen then, he did not know, nor did he want to know.
"Hum—"
Suddenly, a disturbance came from behind at the ornamental rockery, and along with a burst of green light, the ground shook violently. The way back... had opened!
But Yang Xiao and Lu Wencheng were stunned. This opening came too late. Once touched by the green light, they were as if subjected to an immobilization spell. For a moment, they were frozen, unable to move. His spiritual power was nearly exhausted, and all he could do now was struggle to maintain the connection with the Drama Robe.
Adding to his despair, the connection with the Drama Robe was becoming increasingly weaker. He felt like a kite with its string cut, drifting further and further away.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The gray mist was only a few meters away from Yang Xiao, and through the haze, he saw a hunched, shriveled corpse wearing a tattered Purple Gold Taoist Robe, a mummy with an obscured face and skin of a horrifying purple-black hue.
The mummy raised its withered hand toward Yang Xiao. While several meters still separated them, and the hand was nowhere near close enough to reach him, as the hand lifted, Yang Xiao felt an icy chill spread through his body. More eerily, he felt the Drama Robe writhing—it was the embroidered areas of the robe, the Magic Artifacts that had been devoured by the robe seemed to come "alive" at this moment!
The bouncing noises of the girl carrying the Ghost Lantern, the wailing of the girl in red from the Human Bone Staff, the sharpening sounds of the cleaver-wielding butcher ghost... A cacophony of noises suddenly erupted, leaving Yang Xiao with a pounding headache. These artifacts, originally belonging to him, were now awakening.
No, it was... backlash!
Yang Xiao’s head throbbed as if it was about to explode, and blurry yet familiar figures appeared before him. The ghosts from his former Magic Artifacts had all emerged, and now Yang Xiao also understood the Daoist robe old ghost’s ability—it could manipulate the Magic Artifacts on its Angel Envoys, releasing the ghosts within to turn the artifacts against their owner!
The butcher ghost sharpened his knife menacingly, the little girl with the Ghost Lantern’s brains spilled out, the little girl in red lifted her clothes to reveal her blurred, bloody body, crying as she asked Yang Xiao where her bones had gone, the Mirror Ghost’s face melted like wax, tilting its head, silent...
Big sister no longer cared about him, the Drama Robe on his body seemed to have lost all its spirit, no longer carrying the scent of the scornful female ghost.
Just as Yang Xiao gave up struggling and closed his eyes to await his death, suddenly, a gunshot pierced the night. Yang Xiao snapped his eyes open to see a figure staggering out from a different direction in the distance, raising a silver handgun and firing several shots at the Daoist robe old ghost.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
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