Apocalypse: Mad Necromancer’s Troops

Chapter 88, I Think I Saw a Ghost

 

<<Note : Guys I'm going back to using the term Steward instead of Deacon because after checking the dictionary it turns out it means union representative.>>

 

A last wish?

 

A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

 

Wu Heng tried to reach for the pistol at his waist, but he found that the entire study was enveloped in a shimmering barrier, and he was immobilized, unable to move even a finger.

 

Beside him, Barson was also standing stiffly, as if in standby mode.

 

“You’ve grown quickly. In a little while, even I might have trouble controlling you.”

 

At this moment, Yazde no longer resembled the courteous gentleman he had appeared to be. Though he still wore a neat suit, white gloves, and held his staff, he now exuded a sly and venomous aura.

 

Like a snake hiding its fangs.

 

“We have no personal grievances; what’s the meaning of this?” Wu Heng asked.

 

Yazde continued to smile, “Why don’t you take a guess?”

 

“Does this have something to do with you wanting to become a ‘ghoul’?”

 

Yazde was taken aback, his eyes filled with surprise. “It seems you’ve gained some knowledge through other means.”

 

As expected, the traitor was on the inside.

 

Now everything made sense.

 

Yazde had been suddenly reassigned to the remote Blackstone Town, replacing Steward Slater, coinciding with the time when the mine owner was persuaded to turn the dead infant into a ghost infant.

 

So, he deliberately came to this remote location to set up this scheme.

 

And the entire Adventurer’s Guild, as well as Blackstone Town’s guard squad, were all working for him.

 

Collecting the items he needed and delivering them right to him.

 

The person who died last night.

 

Became the scapegoat, symbolizing the end of the entire series of cases, allowing him to continue his plans.

 

Wu Heng was shocked, but he forced himself to stay calm.

 

He said, “As a Steward, you caused the deaths of so many people in the mining village. Don’t you feel any shame?”

 

“I’m more curious about where you’re from. Everything here is written by the strong. Do you know what those sitting on thrones have done? This is a world where the strong devour the weak. If you don’t eat others, others will eat you—like now, with you and me…” Yazde said with a smile.

 

“Why do you want to become a ghoul?” Wu Heng asked.

 

Yazde glanced at him, then slowly removed the glove from one hand, revealing a hand covered in festering sores.

 

“What choice do I have? I just want to survive.”

 

“You’ve already gathered everything you need, so why involve me? I’m not some special bloodline,” Wu Heng continued to ask.

 

Yazde stared at him, his eyes full of anticipation, and said slowly, “I found another way, a way to take over a new body—young, highly talented in magic, and with no background.”

 

Wu Heng understood.

 

Originally, his plan was to use the materials to transform himself into a ghoul, gaining an undying physique that was neither human nor ghost.

 

But Wu Heng’s appearance made him change his mind.

 

He believed Wu Heng had a body that could be taken over, and even if he was killed, with no background, no one would investigate too deeply.

 

The high talent he mentioned must refer to Wu Heng’s ability to quickly learn magic.

 

“You want to take over my body?”

 

“You’re very smart.”

 

Wu Heng continued, “Why bother? All the effort you put into gathering the materials would be wasted if you don’t become a ghoul.”

 

“No, no, it’s too ugly. I don’t want to look like that.”

 

“Actually, my body isn’t in great shape.”

 

Yazde waved his hand and said, “You know enough, let’s not drag this out.”

 

With that, he tossed his staff into the center of the study.

 

The staff landed upright in the middle of the room, and the gem at the top suddenly revealed an eye, scanning the room.

 

In the next second, circular light rings spread from the staff, forming a magic circle.

 

Yazde then flipped his hand, summoning various items and placing them in the center of the circle.

 

Yazde’s aged body stood at the front as he softly asked, “Do you really have no last wishes? After all, I brought you into the Guild; you could be considered one of my trusted ones.”

 

“Trusted, my ass!”

 

Sigh~!

 

Yazde sighed, his body slumping to the ground as if it had lost its soul, kneeling weakly.

 

A blue wraith suddenly burst from his head, flying towards the young body opposite.

 

.........

 

Outside the door.

 

Yuli was walking along, holding a bag of chips.

 

As she reached the Steward’s study, she saw Captain Arnel standing guard at the door.

 

Yuli glanced at him and softly asked, “Have you seen Wu Heng?”

 

Arnel squinted his eyes, glaring at her.

 

Yuli felt nervous and took a step back, saying, “What’s your problem? I’m just asking. What do you want?”

 

Arnel replied, “He left. If you go after him now, you might still catch him.”

 

Yuli frowned, glanced back down the corridor, but then turned and left, muttering, “Fine, leave then, with that cold look on your face.”

 

But after walking a bit, she felt something wasn’t right.

 

She turned around and headed to the Deputy Steward’s room, pushed the door open, and called out, “Aunt, can you go check on Wu Heng? I feel something’s off.”

 

.........

 

Inside the study.

 

The magic circle generated a massive suction, continuously drawing toward Wu Heng’s body.

 

The blue wraith was forcibly pulled from his body, turning into long, thin wisps of smoke, being stretched and pulled.

 

Yazde’s ghostly form floated nearby, filled with anticipation.

 

Swoosh~!

 

In the next moment, the blue wraith was completely extracted and drawn into a nearby jar.

 

Yazde’s wraith immediately lunged at Wu Heng’s body.

 

But the next second, Yazde looked in disbelief at the body in front of him.

 

Wu Heng’s eyes were still firmly locked on him.

 

“What’s happening?”

 

Confused, he continued to enter Wu Heng’s body.

 

In the next moment, he felt Wu Heng’s mind protected by a barrier.

 

And a vast, indescribable pressure enveloped and compressed him.

 

It was mental power, vast and overwhelming, like it could tear through anything, wrapping around his soul.

 

Yazde was shocked, realizing something had gone wrong. He struggled desperately to escape the body.

 

The blue wraith burst from the body, its face still filled with fear.

 

“No, Wu Heng, no…”

 

Pop~!

 

The wraith before him burst like a balloon, dispersing into the air.

 

.........

 

Clatter~!

 

The staff fell to the ground, the magic circle disappeared, and Wu Heng’s body regained movement.

 

“Trying to fight a necromancer over souls? What were you thinking?”

 

If it had been another method, Wu Heng might not have had a solution.

 

But when it comes to souls, necromancers specialize in soul manipulation.

 

He walked over and opened the jar on the ground.

 

The Xiaoxiao floated out from it.

 

Looking around exaggeratedly, it said, “Uncle, I think I just saw a ghost floating in the air, and then I was sucked away.”

 

“Yes, we’re ghosts too, so don’t worry.”

 

Seeing the Xiaoxiao was fine, Wu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

 

Then he said, “Turn invisible, go outside and check the situation, and then report back to me.”

 

“Oh, okay.” The Xiaoxiao turned invisible and phased through the wall.

 

Wu Heng then walked over to the corpse, his eyes falling on its hand.

 

On the right hand was a ring.

 

【Space Ring】

 

(Description: An item inscribed with spatial magic, containing three cubic meters of space inside.)

 

What a valuable item.

 

Just now, when he kept pulling out items, they must have come from this space ring.

 

Wu Heng didn’t take it yet; instead, he cast 【Speak with Dead】.

 

The already dead Yazde sat up immediately, his gaze fixed on Wu Heng’s location.