In her dazed state, Yan Qing heard a gentle voice speaking to her. The person said a lot, but she couldn't remember what he said at all.
Before she completely lost consciousness, she only heard one voice, a voice from the depths of her heart, telling her to believe what Chu Jiang said, no matter how absurd it seemed.
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Another half day passed, and by Mirror Lake, the two Sun brothers had lost count of how long they had been waiting.
Suddenly, small ripples appeared on the previously still surface of Mirror Lake.
"Now is the time!"
The next moment, Sun Qiang held a small, rusty mirror in his hand, which was none other than the Sun family's treasured artifact—the Nine Doubts Mirror of Nanshan.
At this moment, the mirror, covered in blood, had already absorbed the blood of the Sun clan members and was beginning to become smooth.
Not far from Sun Qiang's feet, there was another strange bronze coffin, inside which was a mutilated corpse pieced together from body parts. There were exactly seven pieces.
The body was pieced together very well, except the head was missing. Where the head had been, there was a small bronze vessel, which looked very old.
Yue Qi and Wen Jia, acting as protectors, stood on either side of the coffin.
The last one, Sun Gui, cut his own palm and poured his blood into the Nine Doubts Mirror of Nanshan in Sun Qiang's hand.
The next moment, a beam of intense light suddenly burst forth from the Nine Doubts Mirror of Nanshan, shooting straight towards the center of the Mirror Lake.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—"
Violent ripples emanated from the lakebed, and everyone could clearly see the lakebed shaking. Amidst these tremors, a massive stone gate was pushed up.
The stone gate rose very slowly, and it took several minutes before half of it emerged from the water.
Then it stopped moving.
Sun Qiang's expression was not good. He seemed to have discovered something, so he immediately shouted, "Who's there? Who's there!"
Unfortunately, no one answered him.
However, Sun Qiang was clearly prepared. He turned the Nanshan Jiuyi Mirror in his hand and shot it at the stone wall behind him.
The stone wall appeared to be empty, yet under the attack of the Nine Doubts Mirror of Nanshan, it emitted a human voice.
"Ouch!" A figure appeared and plummeted straight towards the ground.
Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Wen Jiajia was the first to call out.
"It's you! Well, I knew you weren't a good person!"
The person she was referring to was the boy who seemed to be from the Han Dynasty, whom everyone encountered during their first tomb raiding expedition.
Behind Yue Qi, the nameless knight rushed out immediately, quickly tied up the boy, and brought him before the crowd.
"Speak! Who ordered you to come here? What is your purpose in coming to this tomb?" Sun Qiang was interrupted from his spellcasting and was seething with anger.
The boy, surprisingly, abandoned his initial shrewdness and looked at the Sun brothers with disdain, his face full of mockery.
"What a joke! It's clearly your own fault for being useless and unable to fully unleash the power of the magical artifact, yet you have the nerve to blame others! Bah, I'm ashamed of you!"
"You—!!" Sun Qiang was so angry that he almost choked and was about to teach him a lesson himself.
Yue Qi sighed and stepped forward to stop Sun Qiang. When he looked at the boy again, his tone was even more resolute.
"You guys aren't actually people from the Han Dynasty, are you? Or to put it more politely, are you deliberately pretending to be from ancient times? What, am I right?"
The boy was taken aback, but still refused to admit it, saying, "What ancient people and modern people? I don't understand!"
Yue Qi was in a bad mood and didn't have time to argue with this person, so he simply exposed their true colors.
"You must all be Mu Xiao's people, right?" Looking at the boy's suddenly widened pupils, he knew he had guessed correctly.
"I advise you, Mu Xiao's life or death is currently unknown. If you want to save him, you'd better help us open the Hell of Plunder, otherwise if you're too late, he might really die inside!"
"What?! Big brother actually went in?!" The boy's expression turned panicked. "Are you sure?! But big brother said he would never go in himself!"
Yue Qi's expression remained unchanged. "Why don't you try it yourself and see?"
The boy was indeed very cautious. He took out a wooden whistle from his pocket and blew it hard.
Ten minutes later, the familiar figure of Monk Yuanhui suddenly descended from the sky.
Yue Qi noticed at a glance that Monk Yuanhui had a miniature pagoda necklace around his neck, which gleamed with a cold light and was exceptionally exquisite.
The boy immediately exclaimed with delight, "Big monk, where's my older brother!"
The monk Yuanhui shook his head, his voice filled with endless sorrow.
“My contract with my master has been dissolved. From today onwards, I will be free.”
After speaking, Monk Yuanhui put his hands together in prayer and chanted a Buddhist prayer to everyone present.
"Amitabha, this humble monk has completed his mission and should return now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the small pagoda around his neck suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light. The light was so dazzling that everyone involuntarily closed their eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the figure of Monk Yuanhui had completely disappeared.
The boy sat on the ground, stunned, and began to cry loudly.
Yue Qi had intended to go over and comfort him, but the boy immediately looked up, tears still glistening in his eyes. He spoke almost through clenched teeth.
"I know how to open the Hell of the Primal Raid! I'll help you open it!"
He pointed at the two Sun brothers, his tone filled with undisguised hatred.
"They are the real sinners! Hahahaha—what goes around comes around! It turns out that even the wicked will eventually go to hell, hahahaha—"
Upon hearing this, the Sun brothers turned deathly pale. Sun Gui, trembling, pointed at the boy, his face filled with disbelief.
"Could it be that King Jinzhu Yelang actually has descendants still alive? How is that possible?! They clearly—"
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. The two brothers exchanged a glance and saw the deep horror in each other's eyes.
The boy seemed very satisfied with their performance. These people had forcibly taken everything from them, cruelly suppressed their ancestors, forced all their clansmen to be buried alive with them, and slaughtered all the old, weak, women, and children.
However, it seems they have received all the retribution they were due to receive!
Now that things had come to this, the young man no longer bothered to hide anything; he directly exposed the Sun family's ultimate goal.
"How does it feel to be backfired by the curse you set yourself? Isn't that a great feeling?"
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