Their faces were pale, their makeup bizarre; these people resembled paper effigies, walking with stiff steps, yet moving at an alarmingly fast pace, carrying a large red coffin all too familiar from Yang Xiao’s dreams.
It was undoubtedly the funeral procession from Yang Xiao’s nightmares.
The procession headed straight for the Ghost Bodhisattva, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon him—the large red coffin slamming violently into the Ghost Bodhisattva.
At the mont of collision, the Ghost Bodhisattva, and the huge Great Dust Whisk that was about to smash down, both vanished, while the funeral procession continued marching, not stopping until they disappeared into the mist on the other side.
His head throbbing, knees weakening, the side effects of using the Underworld Robe were approaching; the sound of running footsteps ca from behind, and Yang Xiao instinctively looked back.
In his hazy state, he could barely make out a figure standing at the end of the corridor, sowhat distant.
The figure was making so sort of motion, it seed... like they were...
"Get out of the way!"
A loud shout ca from beside him, soone lunged at him, and then Yang Xiao heard a whizzing sound, as a sharp arrow tore through the air, heading straight for them.
The next second, the sharp arrow pierced through the shoulder of the man who had lunged at him, and Yang Xiao was brought down to the ground, splattered by the blood staining his face red.
Only then did he see clearly that the person who had saved him was Fu Qingzhu.
As Yang Xiao regained his senses, he drew his gun and fired wildly at the attacker behind him—a person also dressed in black, his face indistinct, but wielding an alloy crossbow arrow in his hand.
Because of the distance and his blurred consciousness, the first few shots missed, it wasn’t until the fourth shot that he hit the man, but by then it was too late—the man, falling to the ground, had already pulled out a hand grenade and thrown it at them.
"Get down!" Yang Xiao shouted, then covered Fu Qingzhu with his body.
The hand grenade bounced on the ground several tis, rolling past the two, finally coming to rest at the feet of the girl; the man who’d broken the computer, upon seeing this, pushed the girl aside and kicked the hand grenade away.
"Boom!"
With a burst of intense glare and sound wave, those closest to the blast were knocked over by the shock wave, their ears ringing, their vision enveloped by the blinding light.
Yang Xiao and Fu Qingzhu were farther away, thus less affected by the explosion.
Yang Xiao, gun in hand, staggered towards the fallen man; upon reaching him, he saw the man’s eyes wide, mouth agape, a bloody hole in his forehead from which blood continued to ooze.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Yang Xiao fired two more bullets into the man’s heart, ensuring he was truly dead.
After confirming there were no other enemies nearby, Yang Xiao took the alloy crossbow arrow from the man’s hand and went back to Fu Qingzhu.
Fu Qingzhu now leaned against the wall, looking wretched with a sharp crossbow arrow piercing his shoulder and slanting above, blood continuously streaming down the arrow.
"How are you?" Yang Xiao asked, sowhat moved, after all, that arrow had been aid at him.
Fu Qingzhu spat out a mouthful of blood and shook his head, "Won’t die... It’s just good luck it was a concussion grenade he threw, if it were a real grenade, we’d be in real trouble."
Yang Xiao looked towards the other side at the safety door, where he saw Miss Qi, Black Sunglasses, and the others in various positions, either kneeling or lying on the ground, so shaking their heads, apparently not yet fully recovered.
Yang Xiao reached out to touch the crossbow arrow, startling Fu Qingzhu, "Don’t, don’t touch it! You can’t pull out the arrow!"
"I know." Yang Xiao took off his clothes, quickly wrapped up the wound, and stopped the bleeding, "Don’t worry, with here, you won’t die."
Fu Qingzhu leaned against the wall and gave a bitter smile, "Brother, I’m lucky to have you this ti."
"Don’t get sentintal, don’t even think about shorting the money you promised." Seeing that Fu Qingzhu still had the energy to speak, Yang Xiao felt better and didn’t mind joking with him.
As for the girl and the others, knowing that they wouldn’t die, Yang Xiao couldn’t be bothered with them.
"Om Mani Pad Hum..."
Suddenly, a strange chanting resonated once more, and it was right next to his ear!
Whipping his head around, he saw an old man in the corner, who had sohow gotten up and was kowtowing heavily to Yang Xiao while chanting, with an indescribable solemnity on his face as if he was even more devout than one worshipping the Ghost Bodhisattva.
At the sa ti, the warrior who was "fused" with the old man, with a head growing obliquely out of his shoulder, also seed to witness an extrely horrific scene, staring at Yang Xiao with a terrified expression.
Yang Xiao’s heart sank, he seed to understand sothing: this so-called flesh lama truly had so spiritual strength; he must have seen the funeral procession and the large red coffin Yang Xiao had summoned, which led to so misunderstanding.
"Evil Cultivator! He... He’s an Evil Cultivator!" The warrior with only half a head left scread hoarsely, "They are all in it together!"
Since the warrior and the old man had rged into one, what the old man saw, the warrior must have seen as well.
Yang Xiao panicked imdiately. If others found out about this, it would likely bring about fatal trouble.
What was worse, upon seeing this scene, even Fu Qingzhu’s expression changed, and he looked at Yang Xiao with a face full of horror.
Not far away, the girl and Black Sunglasses staggered to their feet as well.
In the mont their gazes crossed, Yang Xiao felt the urge to kill. At the sa ti, Fu Qingzhu moved too; he reached for the dagger Yang Xiao had tucked at his waist, while Yang Xiao chose to use a gun.
Just as Yang Xiao’s gun was about to press against Fu Qingzhu’s chin, Fu Qingzhu got the upper hand and had already drawn the dagger with a backhanded motion.
But the next second, Fu Qingzhu backstabbed the warrior in the throat with the knife.
The man stared at the side of Fu Qingzhu’s face, disbelief written all over his face. Blood foad at his mouth, but he was unable to shout another word.
As Fu Qingzhu twisted the knife handle viciously, the life faded from the warrior’s eyes, and he collapsed headfirst.
Following the man’s death, the old man withered and perished as well, deprived of his sustenance.
Black Sunglasses, covering his head, stumbled over, clearly not yet fully lucid, "What’s... What’s going on? What was he shouting about ’Evil Cultivator’?"
Fu Qingzhu gave Yang Xiao a look and then nonchalantly pressed down the gun pointed under his throat, saying indifferently, "Nothing. He was shouting for us to kill him, claiming he has rged with the Evil Cultivator and is suffering worse than death."
"Right, Chu?" Fu Qingzhu said, smiling at Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao put away his gun and also sighed, "Yeah, I was planning to send this brother on his way, but Fu beat to it."
A mont later, the girl, supported by the others, approached as well, looking at the man with eyes that refused to close in death, she couldn’t help but dim her eyes, "Don’t worry, I will take good care of your family. The money I promised you won’t be a penny short, and your funeral will be grand."
Yang Xiao helped Fu Qingzhu stand up slowly, and complinted Miss Qi, "Miss Qi is a person who honors her promises. I’m sure this brother will be comforted in the knowledge."
Soon after, there was a noise from the ergency exit, as if soone was sneaking closer.
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