"boom--"
With a loud, muffled sound, she felt as if she had been locked up.
Since she still couldn't see anything, Yan Qing's sense of touch became exceptionally sensitive.
She could clearly feel the man holding her in his arms. His breath, hot and steady, tickled her face.
Yan Qing finally decided to speak. She could feel the man staring intently at her, even though he hadn't said a word.
"Who are you? Mu Xiao?"
The man opposite him chuckled softly, and then his voice reached his ears.
"What, you want it to be someone else?"
Mu Xiao's voice seemed unusually hoarse, even carrying an indescribable eeriness.
Yan Qing felt uneasy. "Are we inside a coffin?"
Mu Xiao nodded, lying on his side with his chin resting directly on Yan Qing's head in an exceptionally intimate gesture.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"But—" Why put her in such a strange coffin? And why did you come in with me?
She wanted to ask, but she knew Mu Xiao wouldn't answer her, so she forcibly suppressed it.
However, despite this, sitting idly by and waiting for death is still not her style.
Yan Qing couldn't see, but that didn't stop her from feeling around with her hands. She remembered very clearly that when she came in before, the coffin was filled with the smell of blood, like a slaughterhouse.
But the moment the two entered and the coffin lid was closed, the overwhelming smell of blood transformed into a pleasant, sweet fragrance that made them feel incredibly comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
So, from the very beginning, she was trying to find the source of this fragrance.
The coffin looked a bit cramped; Mu Xiao, who was beside her, even had to lean halfway to lie down. Nevertheless, to make her more comfortable, he maintained this particularly uncomfortable position.
Yan Qing took the opportunity to frantically grope under her body with her right hand, but to her surprise, there was nothing there.
However, she did not leave empty-handed. Right beneath her body, at the bottom of the coffin, was carved a huge lotus flower, made of a material somewhat similar to amber, one of the seven treasures of Buddhism, which felt warm and smooth to the touch.
That wasn't all. Right next to her on the coffin lid were also densely covered with characters. Although she couldn't see them in the darkness, the subtle sweet scent emanating from the characters felt strangely familiar to her.
—This is the source of blood and energy she is looking for.
To be honest, at that moment she suddenly thought of the "Nine Deaths Soul Suppression Curse" that she had seen several times. Could it be that thing again?
However, after careful comparison, Yan Qing gave up on this guess.
The only difference was the feel of the handwriting. Although Yan Qing hadn't carefully examined the "Nine Deaths Soul Suppressing Curse," the strokes clearly felt different.
The "Nine Deaths Soul-Suppressing Curse" is an ancient relic, so the script is more pictographic, with smooth and flowing lines. But the characters on the coffin wall she touched were standard simplified Chinese characters! They were the very Chinese characters she had known since childhood.
For a moment, Yan Qing's heart was in turmoil, and the shock left her unable to recover for a long time.
She wasn't a professional linguistics researcher, so she touched each character several times before finally confirming it.
Even so, it took her more than ten minutes to decipher those few hundred words. But after figuring out the writing on the coffin wall, she fell into even deeper self-doubt.
"Today is the first and last time I'm walking this road. I don't know if I'll be able to come back, so I want to give you a piece of advice: trust him, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
May 14, 2024
Yan Qing left.
The handwriting on this was actually written by her?! But how could that be?!
Moreover, the date on it was May 14, 2024, but she clearly remembered that before the three of them entered the Vajra Hell, they had specifically checked the time and left a note for Mu Xiao, who was "unconscious" at the time—the date on it was November 13, 2023, which she remembered very clearly.
The message on this coffin was left by myself six months later!!
This terrifying discovery completely shattered her worldview.
No, she must be mistaken! How could she see a message from six months in the future? That doesn't make sense!
"Mu Xiao, are you still there?" Yan Qing forced herself to put aside this incomprehensible matter and focus on escaping.
Mu Xiao remained silent for a long time. Yan Qing finally heard his voice after a while, but it sounded weaker than before.
"I'm here, you can talk... I'm listening."
He took a long time to catch his breath before finally finishing those few words.
Yan Qing clearly sensed that something was wrong with him, and she struggled to get up.
"What's wrong with you?" For some reason, she felt a huge sense of panic. Strangely, she sensed that this person was incredibly important to her.
But the two of them had only met by chance and didn't have a deep relationship!
"Mu Xiao, Mu Xiao—" Yan Qing tried to grab his hand, "You can't get hurt! What will I do if something happens to you? What's going on with this damn coffin? Don't you have to explain it to me!"
"Cough cough cough—" Mu Xiao's chest suddenly trembled violently. He seemed to have wanted to laugh, but unfortunately, he aggravated some injury and began to cough violently.
"Cough cough cough—Yan Qing, you must listen carefully to what I'm about to say—cough cough cough, if I told you that I am the true descendant of King Jinzhu Yelang, would you believe me?"
What? ? ! !
This was the second time Yan Qing had been provoked today. "How is this possible?!" she said incoherently. "If you are truly a descendant of the King of Jinzhu Yelang, then what are the Sun family members?"
Mu Xiao gave a bitter smile. "Yes, since we entered the tomb, the Sun family has been the most hardworking group—even I am ashamed of myself. Now, what reason do I have to make you believe me?"
He had no evidence of his identity, nor did he have anything that would inspire trust. Moreover, Yan Qing was still being held captive by him.
Anyone else, unless suffering from Stockholm syndrome, would never believe him.
Thinking of this, Mu Xiao gave another bitter smile.
So, even if we start over, it still won't work?
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