Chapter 984 The Returnee's Notes 58
It was springtime, and the rain was falling in fine, dense threads, gently pattering on the green leaves on the branches.
Fortunately, the rain didn't last long. They had already been in the mountains for two days, and Xie Ning had recorded seventy-eight array points.
This is the last point of the array. It is still Wang Laodao casting spells to repair it. Mr. Meng did not move until the group walked along the shallow and swift river through a long passageway.
Looking at the scene before him, Xie Ning couldn't help but turn around and look. On the other side of the dark passageway, there was still a lush green area, with flowers and plants exuding the vitality of spring, while here there was only a barren wasteland.
Looking up, the tangled branches completely obscured the opening above, prompting the bodyguards to raise their lamps.
It's very cold.
There was no wind, yet the chill here penetrated to the bone.
Whether it was her imagination or not, in the dim light, Xie Ning seemed to see a faint smile on Ouyang Lin's lips.
Ouyang Lin rarely smiled; her brows were always furrowed with sorrow. Wang Heng had also said that Ouyang Lin was a well-known ice beauty in their group, and since joining the group, she had hardly said a word except when responding to requests.
He had never worked with Ouyang Lin before; he had only heard about her from Wang Youyang and others. Although Ouyang Lin was not very talkative, she was a very reliable person.
Ahead were several doors with stone mechanisms on them, and only the old man knew how to open them.
Xie Ning noticed that the further they went, the quieter Zhong Chaoqi became, as if he had given in and was no longer able to cause trouble. You see, he had made countless demands to leave this awful place in the past few days.
Old Master Wang had Xie Ning stand between him and Wang Heng so that they could look after each other if anything happened.
Xie Ning had seen tomb structures before, but this place, though called a tomb, didn't look like one. After passing through several stone gates, they could see a large circular pit, with wooden coffins placed in each ring according to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) arrangement.
In the very center hung a larger willow coffin, below which were two other coffins of the same shape, but with different colors and patterns.
"Mr. Meng, please."
Some things here have been damaged, especially some of the array points which are quite old and need to be repaired.
The transfer array is located inside.
Xie Ning glanced sideways and saw Ouyang Lin's trembling hands, sensing something was wrong, but she was quickly drawn to another shout of cursing.
It turned out that the bodyguards who were escorting Zhong Chaoqi had tied him up, and the old man was the one who gave the order.
"Third Grand Uncle, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up?! I..." Zhong Chaoqi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as if he never expected the old man to tie him up.
However, the old man ignored his curses. Now that Mr. Meng had almost repaired the formation, he instructed Ouyang Lin to begin guiding the soul back.
Ouyang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, reaching out to stroke the dark brown pottery flute, which her grandmother had given her when she was five years old.
As the sound of the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) rang out, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. Xie Ning gripped the peach wood sword in his hand tightly, observing the unusual activity around him.
Suddenly sensing a somewhat familiar aura, Xie Ning looked down and spotted a dark figure in the water between the circular coffins. However, the figure quickly disappeared, as if it had been her imagination.
The Jiang siblings glanced at Zhong Chaoqi, who was tied up, and exchanged a look. "Mr. Meng?"
Isn't Zhong Chaoqi the young master of the Zhong family? Why is he tied up?
This client... is incredibly audacious. To kill someone like that, aren't they afraid these people will sue them?
Mr. Meng flicked the dust off his sleeves and said casually, "We just came to the mountains for sightseeing. We didn't see anything. This trip will ensure we're set for life. Isn't that good?"
The brother and sister felt a chill in their hearts. They didn't know if they could get out of here, and even if they could, would the Zhong family really let them go? After all, the dead keep quiet.
I should have known better than to be greedy for that exorbitant commission fee and make this trip.
Jiang Yin glanced at Jiang Li, who just shook his head. He decided to appease him first. The Zhong family's bodyguards were armed, and while they knew some Taoist magic, they were weaklings when it came to fighting.
They didn't think they could dodge the enemy's bullets.
Xie Ning also saw it, and he and Wang Laodao quietly retreated to the side.
Ouyang Lin's xun sounded more mournful than usual. Soon, two figures, one in black and one in red, appeared and landed on the two coffins in the middle, their patterns emitting a faint glow.
The old man's eyes gleamed brightly. "Excellent! Quick, draw the blood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard grabbed Zhong Chaoqi's hand and was about to cut his artery, but before he could do so, the old man said again, "Stop! There's not enough blood, throw him over there."
With human sacrifices and reinforcements, this fortune-changing formation will surely last longer and be even more powerful!
The old man could already imagine the Zhong family rising to even greater heights. Over the years, money alone was no longer enough for them; they wanted more power.
Unfortunately, the Zhong family seemed to have bad luck in this regard; whichever person they supported would fall from power.
Anyway, Zhong Chaoqi was a playboy who spent his days indulging in pleasure. His death brought prosperity to the entire Zhong family, so it wasn't a loss.
Zhong Chaoqi took a deep breath, and with his hand behind his back, he pulled out a small butterfly knife and cut the rope.
Then, smiling, he said to the old man, "Third Grand Uncle, if you like human sacrifice so much, why don't you do it yourself!"
The two were very close, so before the old man and his bodyguard could react, Zhong Chaoqi kicked the old man down. It wasn't a very high distance, and the old man didn't die from the fall.
He fell into the water, hit his forehead, and broke his hand.
"Zhong Chaoqi, how dare you!"
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