Chapter 701: Chapter 545: Dao Character No. 22
The rag doll had been taken out by the burnt ghost, and now the ghost, having lost its target, had set its sights on Yang Xiao. However, Yang Xiao was not very worried at this moment. Using the corridor’s layout, he quickly ran away until he was out of the range of the burnt smell, which also meant the burnt ghost couldn’t find him.
He made a round and returned to the cold storage room. For safety’s sake, before entering, he sent a greeting message to the rag doll using his phone, but after half a minute, he had not received a reply. Yang Xiao then took out the Ghost Lantern and used the lantern rod to tentatively push the door open.
The room was dead silent, a mess behind the door, and a human-sized rag doll lay face down on the ground, a thick wooden stick beside its hand.
The rag doll was a ghastly sight at the moment, half its body burned black, and a pungent smell still lingered in the air.
"Good buddy, what did I tell you? Look how tragically you’ve died," Yang Xiao sighed secretly, then lifted a kitchen knife and chopped the rag doll’s head off in a few strokes.
He would soon take back his own body, which would take time, and during this time he would be at his most vulnerable. He had to make sure the rag doll was thoroughly dead.
After dismembering the rag doll to ensure it was truly dead, Yang Xiao turned around, left the door ajar, and set up a cleverly devised alcohol bottle trap behind it. Then he quickly went to where his body was hidden, dragging out his own almost-frozen corpse.
Pressing his hand to his forehead, in an instant, a strange sensation coursed through his limbs. Unconsciously, Yang Xiao closed his eyes, and in the last moment before his consciousness faded, he vaguely heard the sound of an alcohol bottle hitting the floor behind him. The next second, he completely passed out.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up groggily. As he opened his eyes, there was a human-sized rag doll in front of him.
More bizarrely, the rag doll, motionless like a dead object, was extending a hand pressing on his forehead.
Reflexively, he jumped up from the ground, but before he could stand, he fell back down, inadvertently knocking over nearby boxes. At this moment, Yang Xiao’s limbs were stiff, and they were permeated from the inside out with a chill, as though he had been stuffed into a freezer overnight.
As his thoughts gradually cleared, Yang Xiao figured out his current situation. He stared at his own hands, slowly moving his fingers. He was back. His consciousness had returned to his own body. Now he was complete!
And the rag doll in front of him, that had been the vessel for his consciousness before he found his body back. It was now useless.
To verify his guess, with a thought, Yang Xiao summoned a Ghost Lantern with a flickering green flame into his hand.
Indeed, along with getting his body back, his spiritual power and abilities returned too. Now, he truly was Emperor Ye Xiao, a member of the Li Generation of Evil Cultivators!
No, he was the Patrol Station Captain.
Out in the world, identities were self-bestowed, and Yang Xiao did not care. He had many titles, and in the future, he would have even more. The world of martial arts would also have his legend.
After making sure nothing was overlooked, Yang Xiao pushed aside several large boxes beside him and walked out. But before he reached the door, he spotted something amiss. It looked like a fight had recently occurred here. Several shelves near the door had collapsed, and moreover, there was blood on the ground.
Following the bloodstains, Yang Xiao found a corpse. Even with his experience, the gruesome state of the corpse shocked him. It had been diagonally cleaved, and the force didn’t diminish after killing this person, it even split the shelf behind the person in two.
During his struggle to reclaim his body, someone had come in. This realization sent a chill down Yang Xiao’s spine. At that time, he was completely unconscious, like a fish on the cutting board.
However, fortunately, this guy didn’t succeed. He was stopped by another person, and the only one who Yang Xiao could think of who would exert effort to help him was Captain Qu Muzhi.
Looking at the heavily split shelf, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but admire Captain Qu Muzhi, truly formidable, living up to the name of Demon Rakshasa.
This was already the second time he had saved him. This favor was indeed heavy.
Next to the corpse, Yang Xiao picked up a mask, turned it over, and saw it marked with Long Zi No. 99.
Judging from the recovery of his body, this guy wasn’t a commoner either. If Captain Qu hadn’t arrived in time, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.
Seemingly thinking of something, Yang Xiao immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Qu Muzhi, asking about his current location but waited for 1 minute without getting a response.
Finally, after taking one last look at the tragically deceased Long Zi No. 99, Yang Xiao cautiously walked out of the room, coming to the elevator. Suddenly, he smelled a strong burnt scent.
It was the burnt ghost!
The next second, the elevator doors slowly opened, and this time, Yang Xiao’s eyes widened. He saw the burnt ghost’s true face for the first time – a white lab-coated, twisted body shape, an ugly burnt corpse.
The burnt corpse had no eyes, only two dark bloody holes where the eye sockets should be, but it had detected Yang Xiao’s presence, dragging one mutilated leg, and was slowly approaching him.
Initially, Yang Xiao had planned to escape down the stairs, but the dull sound of boots from below made him change his mind. Instead, he immediately ran upstairs to the 7th floor.
After reclaiming his body, Yang Xiao now had real eyes, and with the burnt ghost revealing itself, he guessed the sick ghost could also be seen. This meant that the previously easiest to deal with Frog Ghost had now become the most troublesome existence because of its speed.
