nycdaug Chapter 913 As Before
Chapter 913 As Before
As soon as the news came out, countless people flocked to it, all wanting to find out the truth and look for the legendary treasure. However, those who participated in the excavation of the ancient tomb all suffered misfortune. Some died suddenly during the excavation process, and their deaths were miserable; some disappeared strangely and have never been heard from again. Su Yan speculated that the people of the Netherworld Cult were probably survivors or related persons of the incident that year. They established the Netherworld Cult to punish those people in the name of the underworld. Perhaps it was because something unknown happened in the ancient tomb that year, and the treasure that could control life and death was probably their goal, and there was a bigger conspiracy behind it. Just as Su Yan was approaching the truth, another murder occurred. This time the deceased was a petty official of the Dali Temple. He was honest and responsible for sorting out case files. When Su Yan arrived at the scene, he saw the petty official lying in his room, with strange black marks on his neck and a piece of paper tightly held in his hand. Su Yan carefully unfolded the note, which was written in crooked handwriting: "Don't investigate anymore, or you will be the next one." Looking at the note, Su Yan's eyes became more determined, and he held the note tightly in his hand: "No matter how many dangers are ahead, I will uncover the truth!" He decided to start from the Wuchang Temple and go to investigate again. When Su Yan and the yamen runners came to the Wuchang Temple, it was late at night. The moonlight shone into the temple through the broken window lattices, illuminating the mottled walls and broken statues. They searched carefully in the temple and finally found a secret passage leading to the cellar in a hidden corner. The secret passage was pitch black, filled with a pungent musty smell. Su Yan lit a torch and led the way down the steps. The cellar was huge, with a huge altar standing in the center. On the altar were placed various strange instruments, including a bronze tripod engraved with runes, a bone staff with black feathers, and some pottery jars filled with unknown liquids. The liquids glowed green under the light of torches. The walls were painted with mysterious spells, which twisted and entangled, as if telling an ancient and terrifying story. In the center of the altar, there was a huge coffin, with the words "Tomb of the Netherworld Cult Master" engraved on the coffin lid. The font was vigorous and powerful, but it exuded a gloomy atmosphere. Su Yan took a deep breath and pushed the coffin open with the yamen runners. The coffin was empty, with no body inside, only a letter. Su Yan picked up the letter and began to read it in the faint light of the fire. The letter read: "Twenty years ago, we excavated the ancient tomb in search of the art of immortality, but we released something that shouldn't have been released. That thing has the power to destroy the world. In order to make up for our mistakes, we established the Netherworld Cult and punished those who participated in the excavation in the name of the underworld, hoping to prevent that thing from waking up. But now, things have gotten out of control, and that thing is about to break the last seal. Only by finding the treasure in the ancient tomb can we prevent the disaster from happening..." After reading the letter, Su Yan felt a chill on his back. He knew that he had been involved in a huge crisis concerning the survival of Chang'an, and what was waiting for him ahead would be more dangerous challenges and more terrible enemies. Lin Xia knew that they had to find a way to deal with it on their own. She forced herself to calm down and began to recall the clues she saw on the murals in the ice cave. Those ancient patterns seemed to imply that the monster was not invincible and that it must have weaknesses. Her eyes fell on the monster again, trying to find a flaw in its huge body. At the same time, the remaining team members in the camp were also looking for hiding places. Professor Chen hid behind an overturned snowmobile. He took off his glasses and wiped the mist off the lenses with trembling hands, his eyes full of anxiety and unwillingness. Some of the other team members hid in the ice cracks, and some hid behind the boulders. Everyone held their breath, fearing that any sound would alarm the monster. The monster seemed to sense the hiding of its prey. It raised its head and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves turned into substantial air waves, lifting the surrounding snow and forming a small snowstorm. Then, it took huge steps and walked towards the direction where the team members were hiding. With every step, the ground trembled, as if a small earthquake had occurred. Lin Xia hid behind the boulder, listening to the monster's footsteps getting closer and closer, and her heartbeat almost stopped. She knew that a life-and-death battle was about to come, and whether they could survive this crisis was still an unknown. In this desperate situation, she secretly vowed to find a way to defeat the monster no matter what, to avenge her dead teammates, and to protect this mysterious and dangerous land.
Holding the only weapon tightly in his hand. They know that a life-and-death battle is coming, and the mysterious device on the ice wall may be their only hope. But in such a critical situation, can they successfully activate the device and reseal the monster? What fate awaits them? Tracking in the dark alleys The morning mist of Chang'an dissipated, but Su Yan had no intention of appreciating the steam from the breakfast stall on the corner. He held the bamboo investigation notebook, the ink characters were wrinkled by last night's dew, and the information of the victims of two murders was densely recorded on it. Liu Rudai, the embroiderer of the silk and satin shop in the east of the city, learned the unique skill of double-sided embroidery when she was a virgin. According to the neighbors, she was reluctant to step on even an ant to death; Zhao Dechang, a merchant in the west market, was good at bargaining, but he had never forged a deep hatred with anyone. These days, he has walked all over the market in Chang'an, and his soles are covered with mud from various markets, but he still can't find any useful clues. "Is it really as Lao Zhou said, that it was the work of the soul-catcher?" Su Yan stroked the bronze plate on his waist, and the cold touch suddenly sobered him up. He thought of the gray-clothed old man at the crime scene in Xishi. When everyone retreated in fear, only his eyes were strangely calm, as if he had seen through everything. This thought was like a key, opening up a new direction for his investigation. The night was as dark as ink, and the sound of the night watch drum in Chang'an came from far away. Su Yan changed into a nightgown and hid in the shadows at the entrance of the alley in Xishi. The copper bells hanging on the eaves were jingling in the night wind, and the faint sound of the pipa from Pingkangfang in the distance intertwined with his violent heartbeat. Just after midnight, a gust of cold wind blew, carrying the fishy smell of rotten meat, which almost made him vomit. He held his breath, staring at the street corner in front of him, and his hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of his sword. Finally, a hunched figure emerged from the shadows. The old man in gray was wearing a bamboo hat, and his steps were light but with a strange rhythm, as if he was following some mysterious rhythm. He looked around from time to time, and his cloudy eyes flickered in the darkness, like a vigilant old fox. Su Yan squinted his eyes, and in the moonlight, he clearly saw a corner of the talisman paper looming in the old man's sleeve, which was exactly the same as the soul-catching talisman he had found before.