494 Huai Family Ancestor II

The old house is also the ancestral home, and has always been the place where the dead are laid to rest. So, the Huai family's ancestor, who has lived for nearly two hundred years, still lives there. It is truly unreasonable that the dead live in the house while the living live there.

The old house was eerily quiet, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeating the air with the cold night wind. The streets near the old house were deserted.

The silent night sent a chill down one's spine, as if all the servants of the old house were hibernating during the day. Two lanterns at the entrance swayed in the night wind, their bright red light casting eerie shadows through the thin gauze, standing out starkly and terrifyingly in the darkness.

The three hundred soldiers, perfectly aligned and fearless, with sharp eyes, looked at their son-in-law leading the way with adoration. Instantly, they felt their spirits soar to the heavens, their heroic ambitions boundless, ready to crush all obstacles. Like a plow sweeping away a den of thorns.

Its imposing aura was like an invisible force, intimidating the surroundings. Its powerful aura dispelled the cold and deathly atmosphere of the old house, leaving it utterly defenseless.

Beneath the old house lay a magnificent sight: golden tableware, lampstands, and piles of what appeared to be human skeletons, forming an indistinct mountain.

The unusually young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old, had incredibly smooth and delicate skin, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch, a stark contrast to the old house's worn-out atmosphere.

His young face, apart from his sinister eyes, revealed a kind of vicissitude and ruthlessness that was inconsistent with his age, which made him seem very perfect.

Three feet tall, atop a golden platform, stood an exceptionally beautiful human-headed serpent, about a foot tall, wielding a three-pronged spear. Its serpentine body was crimson, and its eyes glowed with an eerie red light, as if it had come alive.

On a three-foot-high golden platform, an exceptionally beautiful creature stood silently. Its human head and serpentine body were breathtaking, and every inch of its skin exuded a mysterious and alluring beauty.

The snake's body was bright red, like a flame in the cold winter, burning with endless passion and allure. What was most striking were its eyes, which gleamed with an eerie red light.

The red light resembled a blazing flame or a dazzling star in the deep night. Bathed in its glow, the face appeared even more eerie and profound, pure and untouched by worldly dust, captivating and mesmerizing the viewer.

If you look at it for a long time, the snake's eyes seem to be alive, and its beauty seems to come to life, standing quietly in front of you. You can feel the slightest change in its movements and emotions, which makes you feel a sense of desecration.

The deep, weathered voice was not one that a young person should have. The deep, weathered voice slowly rose, as if it had traveled through endless years and storms. The voice revealed a kind of weight and maturity that did not belong to a young person. It was more like the voice of an old man who had experienced countless changes in the world.

The message slowly spread throughout the secret chamber: 'What changes happen outside are none of my concern. As long as you don't provoke me, as long as you don't disturb my immortality, everything is fine.'

Outside the sealed room, the surrounding air was thick with the scent of blood, like a tempting delicacy. An irresistible aroma ignited a desire and ambition within me, a primal and instinctive pursuit.

The standing, sleeping guards, the servants and maids sleeping fully clothed and without blankets in the room, slowly opened their eerie eyes in red.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of the gate, and he slowly, uncontrollably, felt an urge to devour them.

In no time, more than fifty guards, maids and servants came from inside the gate. They were fierce, with scarlet eyes, tongues like snakes in their mouths, and their hands and feet were covered with dense, neat snake scales.

A foul stench spread everywhere, no longer concealed, mixed with the scent of flowers and rouge, instantly surpassing even the stench of rotten eggs.

"Master Steward, may we go and eat them? They dare to offend the elders; they're practically disrespecting our ancestor." A servant in gray clothes, his chest torn open, revealing shimmering scales, twisted slightly, as if adapting to his new body.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he were struggling to breathe it out from his throat, as he whispered to the butler beside him. He couldn't bear the craving that came from eating them.

The butler gently shook his head. "The patriarch has decreed that harmony is paramount. We will not go out voluntarily, and without his orders, you are not permitted to leave. Do not jeopardize yourselves. Otherwise, the old man's wrath will be something neither you nor I can bear."

His gaze swept heavily over the group of inferior test subjects behind him, as if he were far superior to these uncontrollable, defective products.

To be reborn, and perhaps even to achieve immortality, is an opportunity far beyond what these flawed individuals, still clinging to primal desires, can hope for.

The three-zhang-wide mahogany gate suddenly burst open, the enormous sound echoing in the air like a roar from heaven and earth.

In an instant, the fragments scattered like rain, each bearing the marks of peeling red paint. The fragments flashed like lightning, shooting out and striking the servants inside the door, their clothes torn and tattered, like candles flickering in the wind.

However, the fifty-odd servants were completely unharmed. Their eyes were filled with excitement, their faces were flushed, and their sharp claws were gleaming coldly.

The gray-clad servant, along with the guards and maids, looked at the steward with surprised and expectant eyes.

The butler waved his hand, remembering the elder's orders. His anger flared, a sharp, cold sneer forming on his lips. He quickly composed himself, thinking, 'I am human, still human. I can live forever; I won't concern myself with this.'

He stepped forward, his face grim, and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, is there some misunderstanding? My Huai family is a prominent family in this city. Have you all gone too far this time?"

However, we are innocent of any wrongdoing, so please leave now, and we will not pursue the matter further.

Yun Heiyi observed for a moment, made a decision instantly, and shouted, "Charge! Kill! Heads!" He took the lead, with Zhang Dazhuang and the others following closely behind. Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut was overkill, especially since the opponent was a demonic and eerie creature.

Behind him were three hundred incredibly brave soldiers, wielding long spears and lances. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their imposing presence overwhelming. Their charge was as one, their banners flying high, their movements swift as the wind, their spears and lances crisscrossing in the air, forming an invincible storm.

The flames clashed, a cold light flashed, and the immense power gathered made the air in front of them scorch. Then, they exploded with a deafening roar, shaking the heavens and the earth. In an instant, the surrounding space became blurred.

Like a raging river, it surged forth, overwhelming everything, leaving no place to hide. It swept away everything, destroying everything in its path; the flowers and plants in the courtyard, the artificial hills and gardens, were instantly pulverized into fragments, dust flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

The sudden change left the servants and maids in the old house not yet fully accustomed to it. Suddenly, spears shot out like arrows, piercing straight through and aiming for the head. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, like a living hell. Screams of agony filled the air, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the spears and the ground red.