Chapter 892: Chapter 645: The Way Home_2
Beneath the murky well water, another huge creature was hiding, and Yang Xiao could smell that familiar stench.
Jiang Qingluan’s fingers, pinching the incense, trembled non-stop, her condition visibly worsening. Above, Chang Ghost Fang Zhou Lou Huixiang stood guard, while the ghost in the well and Chang Chuchu were eyeing them hungrily. No matter how one looked at it, today was a dead end.
"How are you?" Yang Xiao noticed the abnormality in Jiang Qingluan’s body and asked out loud.
Jiang Qingluan shook her head slightly, the side of her face exposed to the cold turned pale, "I can’t get out, listen, I’ll stay behind to hold off the creature at the bottom of the well for you. Seize the chance to leave; I... I don’t owe you any favors now."
Hearing this, Yang Xiao was momentarily stunned. It seemed he had heard this before, and quickly he realized Tong Han had said something similar to him in the past. Indeed, men as outstanding and handsome as himself always ended up inevitably entangled with women.
"I’m saying, even if you die, don’t die here. Dying here isn’t much help to me. You could die on the way to the Land Temple and distract the Chang Ghost for me." Yang Xiao calmly analyzed the pros and cons.
This time, it was Jiang Qingluan’s turn to be stunned. But after a moment, she gritted her teeth and nodded, "Okay."
"Come on, get on my back, I’ll carry you up." At this point, it was impossible for Jiang Qingluan to climb up by herself. Yang Xiao took the incense in his mouth and let Jiang Qingluan lie on his back, grabbing the well rope with both hands. Under Chang Chuchu’s gaze, he climbed up the well.
With the Life Burning Incense in hand, Fang Zhou Lou Huixiang, who was guarding the wellhead, did not attack them. However, as soon as Yang Xiao got to the mouth of the well, he was dumbfounded—there were at least dozens of Chang Ghosts standing densely in the yard, including the manor’s servants and maids, the Protector martial masters, and the soldiers from Prince Qi Mansion.
The peculiar lineage of Earl Mansion was nowhere to be seen; presumably, they had all been devoured by the ancestor, not even leaving them with the chance to become Chang Ghosts. This was truly being dead without a place for one’s body.
Surrounded by these Chang Ghosts, Yang Xiao panicked completely, not only from fear but more so from the Life Incense in his hand.
The incense was burning too quickly, vanishing almost at the sight-visible speed. There were too many ghosts here. At this rate, within less than two minutes, both he and Jiang Qingluan would die here.
"Hai Hai Hai..."
Jiang Qingluan coughed violently, let go by herself, and fell off Yang Xiao’s back. Leaning against the well’s edge, she looked at everything before her and couldn’t help but feel utterly disheartened.
Their path had come to an end here.
Once the incense had burnt out, it would be the time for both of them to die.
"What’s... your name?" Jiang Qingluan looked toward the silhouette blocking in front of her. Her vision was already blurring. The chill from the well and the surrounding fog were tormenting her body. Even the severe pain from her broken finger seemed trivial at this moment.
"Yang Xiao." Yang Xiao was nearing despair at this moment. He didn’t blame Nalan Shuo for pulling him in, only regretted not being able to help him, and on top of that, falling for the traps of those Feng Shui masters.
What kind of rubbish was this? They calculated everything so transparently yet ended up losing seven lives in the process. And this is the result?
"I’m asking for your real name, the real... name," Jiang Qingluan said falteringly.
"This is my real name!" Yang Xiao felt this girl must have issues in her head. It was such a moment, and she was still asking nonsense, just like some brain-dead movies, where the protagonists still find time to fall in love at critical moments.
And they weren’t even lovers. Even if he had any thoughts of romance, Yang Xiao wouldn’t choose such a ruthless girl.
Of course, he knew that Jiang Qingluan didn’t hold him in high regard either.
"You use your real name for missions?" Jiang Qingluan was confused. It was such a moment, and he was still deceiving her. He was indeed a cautious person.
"I won’t keep talking with you. You see, I can’t take you with me, and it’s very unlikely for me to get out by myself, but I want to try." Yang Xiao spoke frankly, "Miss Jiang, we’ve met once, you... take care of yourself."
After that, without waiting for Jiang Qingluan to react, Yang Xiao picked up the incense, looked for a gap between the Chang Ghosts, and prepared to leave. Behind him came Jiang Qingluan’s weak voice. Yang Xiao heard clearly, she was telling him to get lost quickly.
The incense in hand was burning rapidly, but before it was exhausted, Yang Xiao narrowly made it out of the mansion gate. Outside the yard, Yang Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. There were no Chang Ghosts in sight, and moreover, the Chang Ghosts inside had not pursued. This must have been Jiang Qingluan’s doing.
But he hadn’t taken many steps when Yang Xiao abruptly looked up. An anomaly appeared in the sky—thunderclouds roiled overhead, and the next second, a bolt of lightning tore through the night, striking not far from Yang Xiao, likely hitting inside Earl Mansion.
With a "boom," it seemed as if something had been split open.
And this was just the beginning. A series of lightning bolts struck down, and Yang Xiao counted carefully—seven in total, all hitting roughly the same position in Earl Mansion.
Yang Xiao’s first thought was that the ancestor had been struck by Heavenly Thunder, but considering the strength of the thunder and its relatively small commotion, it didn’t seem too extraordinary.
"Shasha shasha—"
There was a sound from behind, getting closer rapidly. By the time Yang Xiao turned around, his soul had nearly been scared away. All those Chang Ghosts he saw between them had emerged from the yard, staggering towards him. In just a moment of distraction, these Chang Ghosts were already before his eyes.
An even stranger scene unfolded. But all the eyes of these Chang Ghosts were staring straight ahead, passing by Yang Xiao’s side without even a glance.
It wasn’t until the last Chang Ghost passed that Yang Xiao dared to move. By this time, Jiang Qingluan was also supporting herself against the mansion gate, coming out from inside, with a look of astonishment on her face no less intense than Yang Xiao’s.
