With questions in mind, Yang Xiao continued to read, and soon he found the reason.
At the end of the book, the author used a separate page to warn the reader that although this item is good, it is not recomnded for personal use, because once the ghost mask is used frequently, it will blend tightly with the user’s face and can never be removed.
Over ti, the user will be backfired by the ghost mask and die, becoming a walking corpse.
Seeing this, an inexplicable anger surged in Yang Xiao’s heart. The author’s conscience is greatly faulty; why wasn’t such a crucial warning written at the beginning?
If soone eagerly took this magical artifact halfway and only found out at the end that it was not recomnded to use, and it posed a great danger, wouldn’t this person be outraged?
Only one page was left at the back, which seed to suggest there was nothing more, but Yang Xiao still tried to flip through it, and on the back of the last page, Yang Xiao unexpectedly found a dozen lines of words.
These lines of handwriting were very delicate, not the brush strokes from earlier, but left by a modern person.
The handwriting was beautiful, clean and neat; Yang Xiao recognized it as the writing of the young sect leader.
These words opened a new world for Yang Xiao, as the young sect master straightforwardly stated that although this item is difficult to control, it can be used under certain special conditions, and has miraculous effects.
The sect master didn’t specify the conditions, and imdiately below was a list of nas.
"Ming Feng of Qingming Sect, Su Rongche of Lingxi Academy, Kongtan Wu Chan of the White Bone Temple, the Mad Taoist Lu Panqi of Taoist Sect, Shao Changyin Ji of Yi Sect, He Dian Cang of the Mo Family, Jianqing of One-character Sect, Lu Cangji of Qin, Yan Nantian of Sea City Patrol Bureau, Sea Sect mber Hai Zongqin of the Business Association, Erosion Light Lord of Ji Province Branch of United Federation, Little Holy Spirit White Buddha Tu Jingzhe..."
Among the nas listed above, Yang Xiao hardly recognized anyone until he saw the na "Little Holy Spirit White Buddha."
He roughly understood that these nad individuals are all renowned masters in the world of martial arts. The reason he didn’t know them is that he doesn’t yet have the qualifications to encounter them; if Elder Sheng were here instead, many on that list might even be friends.
But Yang Xiao was almost certain that this bunch, with the young sect leader, are certainly not friends. The young sect leader recorded these nas with sinister intent.
He intends to murder and loot; this bunch is likely all Netherworld Envoys, possessing nurous valuable treasures, and the young sect master covets these treasures.
Of course, once killed, the corpses of these masters are also a great fortune for the sect leader.
The list of nas totals nearly twenty, covering a very wide range, including the three major forces, the Upper Three Bookshops, and nurous Jianghu Sects, revealing the sect master’s ambition.
Calming down, Yang Xiao carefully reviewed the sect leader’s notes and combined them with the book’s content. Yang Xiao judged that the sect leader implied that by killing anyone on the list and seizing their treasures, it could influence the Ghost Face.
What kind of influence was not yet clear to Yang Xiao, but he speculated it might allow a certain level of control without mastery.
Coincidentally, Yang Xiao just happened to have one; with a twist of his wrist, the Ghost Bamboo Stick appeared in his hand.
This was the protective magical artifact of the Little Holy Spirit White Buddha, also their renowned artifact, the most powerful among the many artifacts they possessed.
Yang Xiao knew very well how powerful it was, as any Ghost Level Envoy could almost imdiately recognize it once it appeared.
The reputation of Little Holy Spirit White Buddha was that good.
He had the Ghost Bamboo Stick, but confronted with the Ghost Face, Yang Xiao was clueless. He tried using the Ghost Bamboo Stick to strike the Ghost Face several tis, with no response.
Then he infused spiritual power and tried to use the Ghost Bamboo Stick to touch the Ghost Face, again without any feedback.
"Hiss—" Yang Xiao was sowhat unwilling, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Mirror Ghost standing blankly nearby.
The Mirror Ghost is a ghost, and its ability to understand magical artifacts is beyond his own; the green light cage of the Ghost Lantern was previously taught to him by the Mirror Ghost.
"Co, you try." Yang Xiao handed the Ghost Bamboo Stick to the Mirror Ghost, directing it to use the Ghost Bamboo Stick to affect the Ghost Face on the ground.
Although Yang Xiao could now fully control the Mirror Ghost, he stood cautiously behind it, holding the Human Bone Staff in his right hand, ready to strike the Mirror Ghost just in case.
Holding the Ghost Lantern in his left hand, he simultaneously amassed power, ready to activate the ability of the Daoist robe old ghost, to counterattack as soon as he was attacked.
With everything in place, Yang Xiao gave the command. This was the first ti for the Mirror Ghost to hold a powerful artifact like the Ghost Bamboo Stick.
As ti passed, Yang Xiao repeatedly issued instructions, but the Mirror Ghost did not move to attack the Ghost Face with the Ghost Bamboo Stick.
It rely held the Ghost Bamboo Stick, head lowered, as if in a trance.
Gradually, the unease in Yang Xiao’s heart grew stronger; he decided not to wait any longer and was about to retrieve the Ghost Bamboo Stick, as compared to the Mirror Ghost losing control, mastering the Ghost Face’s secret seed trivial.
But the next second, a shiver ran inexplicably through Yang Xiao, the fla inside the Ghost Lantern seed disturbed by so force, and an invisible domain unfolded, instantly enveloping Yang Xiao.
It was an unspeakable eerie feeling, pressing down on Yang Xiao until he could hardly breathe. The room instantly darkened, and even the Ghost Lantern couldn’t completely dispel the sense of gloom.
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