Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 328 Yang Xiao's Murder

Chapter 328 Yang Xiao's Murder

Originally, the Ghost Gloves didn't have that much power.

After all, Quinn was a human who had ingested forbidden substances, so how could he be so easily knocked away?

The problem is that this glove was used by Yang Xiao.

He had mastered the use of the Ghost Gloves to perfection, enslaving hundreds of shadows.

As long as Yang Xiao is alive, the power within the Ghost Shadow Glove will not be reset.

However, this glove is not something that just anyone can handle. The chaotic thoughts of hundreds of people are enough to turn anyone into an idiot or a monster who only knows how to destroy.

Even the devil would not fare well if he wore it.

The fire mage laughed with delight, "Such powerful strength! Such powerful strength!"

Quinn clutched his chest and slowly stood up. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her underlings rushed over, anxiously calling out, "Big Sister, how are you?" "Boss, are you alright?"

Quinn waved his hand, staring intently at the Flame Master, and calmly analyzed: "You probably won't need this glove for long, will you?"

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The fire mage narrowed his eyes, looking at her with disdain: "Killing you all is enough."

He paused for a moment: "Thanks to you guys for helping me get rid of those useless subordinates."

Thank you for returning the ram's head pendant from the water mage faction.

I've long wanted to create a new generation of young and promising messengers of hell.

Quinn cracked his knuckles and said coldly, "Attack together."

"roar!"

The underlings roared in unison, and with Quinn leading the charge, everyone rushed toward the Fire Master.

The Flame Master let out a sharp shout, and shadows gathered on his arms.

His two arms instantly transformed into enormous ghostly hands, each as big as a person.

He charged into the crowd. He easily deflected the attacks of others with his ghostly hand.

Even with their demonic powers, Quinn's henchmen couldn't break through his defenses. It was the Flame Master who, on the other hand, sent them flying with a single punch.

Quinn shot out strands of psychic energy from his hand, which entangled the chandelier in the air, and he swung like Tarzan onto the Flame Master's head.

She landed behind him, and her mental energy threads instantly bound the two enormous ghostly hands.

She jumped onto the Flame Master's back, her two long legs tightly wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

"You bitch!"

The fire mage cursed and his body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

Quinn remained silent, his two long legs, like pythons, wrapped around the Flame Master's neck, exerting force to strangle him until he was unconscious.

The Flame Master's chaotic emotions intensified, and she couldn't help but let out a series of maniacal laughs: "You bitch, you bitch!"

Just then, something horrifying happened to Quinn.

Another ghostly hand shot out from the Flame Master's chest, grabbed Quinn's hair, and desperately pulled her to the side.

Quinn cursed, "He should have shaved his head!"

My scalp was torn off by the ghostly hand, drawing blood.

The Flame Master seized the opportunity when Quinn was in pain, and his two ghostly hands broke free from their restraints.

A giant ghostly hand grabbed Quinn and lifted her up in front of it, while another ghostly hand relentlessly pounded her abdomen.

With the final, devastating blow, Quinn's body flew backward and landed limply on the ground.

The Flame Master covered his head and shook it repeatedly: "Luckily, this glove contains some of Yang Xiao's combat experience, otherwise you would have really killed me."

He staggered toward Quinn: "If I can perfectly control this glove, I'll definitely keep you."

With your looks and fighting prowess, I have to take you in.

Unfortunately, I can't wear you for long; I must kill you immediately. Do you have any last words?

Quinn coughed as he stood up: "Kill me, spare my brothers."

The Flame Master glanced at her minions: "You know the rules. If you want to take the ram's head pendant, you have to kill the original host."

Just then, the fire mage heard a noise.

Crunch, crunch.

It looked like rats stealing food. But this is the Black Veil Hotel, where would rats come from?

The Flame Master suddenly turned his head.

Not far away, a sickly young man in a baggy prosecutor's uniform, his hat askew on his head, sat on the steps, clutching a long axe.

Eating sunflower seeds!

The young man noticed the Flame Master's gaze and blinked a few times.

He looked at the sunflower seeds in his hand, secretly hid most of them in his pocket, then thought for a moment and hid half of them.

Then he stretched out his right hand, revealing a mere few sunflower seeds, and generously offered them over: "Want some?"

The Flame Master's pupils suddenly contracted: "Yang Xiao!"

Quinn's beautiful eyes widened, and she shouted sharply, "Yang Xiao, run! He took your gloves; we're no match for him!"

Yang Xiao frowned as he looked at Quinn.

He jumped down the steps, strode up to her, looked her up and down with a suspicious expression: "Boss?"

Then he quickly covered his eyes with one hand, but his little finger peeked out through the gap, and his gaze followed the gap to Quinn's chest in a lewd manner: "Why don't you wear more clothes? What are you doing?"

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Quinn was both ashamed and angry, yet also somewhat—touched.

My old buddies wouldn't recognize me looking like this.

Yang Xiao recognized her at a glance.

She said, "Now is not the time for banter, you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Xiao gripped the decapitation axe in his left hand and suddenly launched a sneak attack on the Flame Master's head.

The Flame Master retreated rapidly, using his ghostly hand to block the fatal blow in mid-air.

After landing, his murderous gaze fell on Yang Xiao, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips: "You dare to come back? Traitor to the Dark Council."

Yang Xiao started reaching into his pocket: "Boss...you go first..."

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To Quinn's bewildered gaze, he pulled all the sunflower seeds out of his pocket.

Quinn's lips twitched.

Yang Xiao hasn't changed at all; he's still just as unreliable.

But ironically, this unreliable guy gives people a great sense of security.

Speaking of which, Yang Xiao has been quite good to me, hasn't he?

He gave the Flame Master only a small handful of melon seeds, but kept all of them for himself.

Yang Xiao shoved a bunch of sunflower seeds into Quinn's hand: "Hold this for me."

Quinn's lips twitched again.

So, I'm not even as good as a fire mage!

The next second, Yang Xiao yelled and charged at the Flame Master with his axe.

The Flame Master raised two enormous ghostly hands and began to fight Yang Xiao.

Although Yang Xiao's power was sealed, his tempered body still possessed unpredictable movement techniques.

What appears to be random swinging and smashing actually contains a hidden strategy.

The Flame Master also got serious, his two ghostly hands constantly blocking and counterattacking.

As the Ghost Gloves intensified their erosion of his consciousness, his combat power also grew stronger.

For a time, the two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

However, Yang Xiao gradually began to exhaust himself because his power was sealed.

Quinn's heart clenched.

She flicked her fingers, and threads of spiritual energy appeared as she rushed towards the battlefield, scattering sunflower seeds all over the ground.

Yang Xiao, with her sharp ears, turned around and said, "I told you to hold it!"

Quinn yelled, "You fucking watch out!"

Yang Xiao sensed something and quickly raised his long axe to block.

Caught off guard, he was blasted far away by a punch.

He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

The Flame Master clutched his head, his face contorting more and more, his eyes bloodshot: "The Speaker once praised you as a strongman, but it turns out that without this glove, you are nothing."

"That's about it."

Yang Xiao said something out of the blue.

The Flame Master frowned: "What?"

Yang laughed and said, "You have no idea what the Ghost Shadow Gloves are."

Let me tell you its two secrets.

First, the Shadow Gloves have been away from me for too long, and the shadow inside has become sluggish, so I need to fight to get used to them.

"And I know it best. Only if I fight alongside you can the shadows return to their strongest state."

He paused for a moment: "Judging from the performance just now, the Ghost Gloves have almost returned to their peak."

Otherwise, how could a piece of trash like you possibly fight me to a standstill?

The Flame Master couldn't help but laugh: "You mean you're helping me hone this glove?"

"What, you think you can take it away now that you've trained yourself?"

He raised his ghostly hand, his eyes burning with fervor: "Although the side effects are severe, I do feel it getting stronger and stronger."

Yang Xiao, I will thank you and write on your epitaph that you are my best friend.

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Yang Xiao shook his head: "The Ghost Shadow Gloves have a second characteristic."

Hmm—this isn't a characteristic of the gloves, it's a characteristic of the shadows.

The fire mage was taken aback: "What?"

Yang Xiao extended his index finger and pointed at the Flame Master's left hand: "Do you think the shadows are more afraid of the Ghost Shadow Gloves, or—"

He lowered his index finger, raised his thumb, and pointed at himself: "A little more afraid of me?"

The Flame Master frowned.

After putting on the Ghost Gloves, he knew clearly how much they suppressed shadows.

That's like a king suppressing the common people—it's a foregone conclusion.

Yang Xiao is just a human being, unless he has the magic to control shadows.

Even if it exists, it could never surpass the Ghost Gloves' dominance over shadows.

He sneered, "Stop trying to be mysterious."

He raised those enormous, ghostly hands again and charged madly towards Yang Xiao: "You'll die a horrible death with your next move!"

A cold smile slowly curved Yang Xiao's lips, revealing his gleaming white teeth. A deep, murderous voice escaped from his thin lips: "Now, all of you, get back into your gloves."

Anyone who dares to show off, I'll devour them alive in a minute!

His appearance was completely different from his previous carefree and irresponsible demeanor.

At this moment, Yang Xiao, his face filled with resentment and malice, is exactly what Happy Ghost, the first sharp blade under the command of Twilight, should look like.

The Flame Master was somewhat puzzled, not understanding what Yang Xiao meant.

However, a second later, he clearly felt his ghostly hands tremble.

Another second passed, and it seemed as if the shadows were thinking, hesitating for only a second.

Immediately afterwards, the shadows vanished and retreated back into the Ghost Gloves.

The fire mage had already rushed up to Yang Xiao, but stopped abruptly, staring wide-eyed in horror at his empty hands: "This, this, this..."

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Yang Xiao's evil is the ultimate evil, so evil that... even his shadow is afraid of him.

These shadows were killed by Yang Xiao in their previous lives, and after entering the Ghost Shadow Gloves, they were bullied by Yang Xiao.

Their fear of Yang Xiao was ingrained in their instincts.

Yang Xiao scoffed: "No matter when, they're all just a bunch of worthless bastards."

How could I not know the people I killed?

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