Nightmare Apostle

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Xiao instantly felt a chill envelop him, as a fierce glint flashed from the eyes of the High Priest Cannibal Buddha.

But it was just for an instant, after a few glances at Yang Xiao, the sharpness quickly subsided.

Finally, the Cannibal Buddha let out a slow breath, then glanced at the Martyr, who seemed unable to do anything, so he intervened.

Following an unusual wave of spiritual power, Yang Xiao realized he could no longer sense the presence of the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes; the connection between the two had been severed.

"Dachaya, you are my good son, I like you very much, so I don’t want you to be in danger."

"And this item is very dangerous. The Martyr had seen in a prophecy that you will die because of this clothing, you should know that it contains a resentful spirit, and it will kill you." The Cannibal Buddha’s expression was serious.

As expected... Yang Xiao’s heart trembled. As expected, the Martyr had sensed the presence of the good sister, but the good news was that they hadn’t recognized this treasure, only sensing the resentful spirit.

As long as they didn’t recognize the treasure, it was manageable.

Yang Xiao quickly brainstormed and within less than three seconds, he exhaled slowly, his eyes slightly reddened, his demeanor cold and melancholic, a pitiable smile of despair forming on his fair face:

"If it’s her, then let her kill me, as long as I can stay with her forever."

There was a slight hoarseness in Yang Xiao’s voice, his melancholic eyebrows and eyes filled with indelible memories.

This scene undoubtedly captured the attention of everyone present, even the Cannibal Buddha was slightly stunned, realizing that his optimistic and cheerful son had an unknown heartbreaking memory hidden behind him.

"Dachaya, do you know... it?" The Cannibal Buddha originally wanted to say the words "resentful spirit" but awkwardly changed his wording at the last moment.

Yang Xiao brewed his emotions for a while, then slowly raised his head, his face already streaming with tears, lips slightly pressed, silently crying:

"She is my lover."

"Lover?!" Elder Kunpa was stunned, this information struck him like a bolt of lightning. Once he regained his senses, he instinctively looked towards the Cannibal Buddha.

At this moment, the Cannibal Buddha was also visibly startled, the Martyr also showed a rare emotional fluctuation, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Yang Xiao’s smile was bitter but sincere: "Foster father, I’m sorry, I should have told you this earlier, but I was worried that your love for your child would lead you to suppress my Mo’er."

"Mo’er?"

"Yes, she is my Mo’er." Yang Xiao seemed to fall into a deep, unforgettable memory, his gaze growing profound.

"It was in the autumn five years ago when we first met. At that time, I and a few brothers were on a mission, trapped in a mall by an Evil Cultivator far stronger than us."

"We made every effort to break out, but it was useless; the enormous power gap couldn’t be bridged by courage."

"We suffered heavy casualties. I, as the commander of the mission, arranged for the only surviving comrades to retreat, planning to stay behind to hold off the Evil Cultivator."

Yang Xiao’s smile was bitter, but his brow was resolute: "It’s better for one to die than for everyone to perish there."

"After my brothers withdrew, I had no worries left, intending to fight to the death with that guy, but in the end, I was severely defeated, left half alive."

The next moment, there was light in Yang Xiao’s eyes, and his tone became affectionate: "And it was at this time that my Mo’er appeared!"

"She was so powerful, elegant, wonderful, understanding, fascinating, I could feel she was a very kind person. She loved me, and I loved her too."

"With Mo’er’s help, I successfully turned the tables on my opponent and regained my life. Since then, I fell hopelessly in love with her." Yang Xiao narrated with emotion, his performance naturally flawless, seamlessly integrated.

"Mo’er... no no, can a resentful spirit also have feelings?" Elder Kunpa was dumbfounded. Although Yang Xiao’s story was very realistic and touching, the logic seemed somewhat inconsistent.

"Hm?!" The High Priest sitting at the head seat instantly glared, his tone dissatisfied yet indisputable: "A resentful spirit was once human, just changed to a different vessel—that everything has a spirit, how can it not have feelings?!"

Elder Kunpa instantly shivered, his eyes became much clearer, and he immediately nodded like pounding garlic: "Feelings, feelings indeed, it’s my... my slip of the tongue."

Only at this moment did Elder Kunpa suddenly recall that the High Priest’s lover is now also a resentful spirit, residing on Princess Sutana, quite similar to Yang Xiao’s experience.

Indeed, it’s similar, as this narrative was tailored by Yang Xiao for his foster father Cannibal Buddha, aiming to evoke Cannibal Buddha’s memories of his late wife, thereby confusing matters, muddling through, and retrieving the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes undetected.

Afterwards, Yang Xiao displayed more than a hundred and twenty percent of his acting talent, sometimes telling of his infatuation with Mo’er, sometimes of Mo’er’s love for him, crying then laughing, as if possessed by madness.

Since ancient times, nothing moves the heart more than genuine affection. Under Yang Xiao’s influence, the Cannibal Buddha’s mind was constantly flooded with memories. Back in the day, his beloved wife had sacrificed herself for his sake, making him the High Priest with the elders’ support.

Unable to forget his beloved wife, even after reaching such high positions over the years, he remained alone and bestowed all his love on their only daughter Sutana.

Externally, he is the infamous Cannibal Buddha, but to Sutana, he is the best and most loving father in the world.

In the depths of emotion, even the hard-hearted Cannibal Buddha couldn’t help but redden his eyes. He didn’t expect that the godson he accepted was also a man of sentiment, a respectable person.