May you return to the boundless, may you cross the eternal abyss, may those who have attained nirvana return to the land of lotus."
He recited it over and over again, and in a trance, Xia Chujian saw black smoke spreading out from under his robe and sweeping towards a coffin placed high on the altar.
She quickly widened her eyes and watched the black smoke rolling. She wished she could immediately switch out her plasma sniper and fire a shot at the black smoke that seemed to have a shadow crawling in it!
However, when she switched out of the sniper rifle, she found that the people around her were praying devoutly, even some of them were actually the main planners of the plan to assassinate the emperor.
It seemed that no one except her saw the black smoke spreading from beneath the high priest's robes...
Xia Chujian couldn't help but open the mecha's internal communication channel and asked Huo Yushen, "Pojun, did you see the black smoke spreading from under the high priest's robes?"
Huo Yushen said: "...No. The altar is clean, there is nothing on it."
As he spoke, he took a photo of the altar and sent it to Xia Chujian.
Xia Chujian projected the photo onto his eyepiece display.
Sure enough, the photo showed that there was only the high priest standing on the altar and a white jade coffin.
The high priest's green robe with dark gold patterns sparkled brightly under the star-like lights.
There is no black smoke.
However, when Xia Chujian looked at the altar through his eyepiece display, he found that it was completely covered by surging black fog.
Only the high priest in his moss-green robe, isolated from the world, was immune to the black mist.
Of course, the black fog, like dry ice, was originally spreading from under the priest's robe.
Xia Chujian's pupils suddenly shrank.
Could it be that there is something wrong with the high priest? !
But, it really doesn't look like...
Xia Chujian couldn't help but knock on his fully enclosed helmet, turned off the external communication system again, and asked Qilu: "Qilu, did you see the black mist? The black mist spreading from under the high priest's robes!"
Qilu typed a line of naughty child graffiti on her eyepiece display.
[Qi Lu]: Master, the mecha's camera didn't capture any black fog... but it detected a slight energy fluctuation on the altar... could it be caused by the black fog that Master mentioned?
Xia Chujian frowned.
It was not the first time she had seen this kind of black fog, but the previous times, everyone had seen it, not just her.
But this time, it seemed like she was the only one who saw it!
Is it possible that the high priest has no problem, and no one else has any problem, but she is the one with the problem?
But, it’s just a black fog, what’s the problem?
Xia Chujian stared suspiciously at the increasingly thick black fog, which was about to completely envelope the coffin of Emperor Tan Tai Hongyuan.
At this point, the High Mass ceremony has reached the stage where everyone can view the body.
But anyone who has seen the video of the emperor's assassination knows that the emperor was almost dismembered by the assassin, and after the dismemberment, the emperor's offspring emerged from his body...
His body was completely torn into pieces and no longer resembled a human.
In this case, how can we pay our respects to the body?
So this time, only the high priest walked up to the altar where the emperor's coffin was placed, stretched out his hand, and opened the coffin a crack, just as a gesture, as a formality, to make everyone feel that they had already seen it.
As soon as a crack appeared in the coffin, the black fog surrounding it suddenly penetrated into the crack and entered the emperor's coffin.
Then the high priest quickly closed the lid, and the outside was clean, as if nothing had happened.
Xia Chujian stared at the closed coffin with a slightly strange look, wondering why the black fog had gotten in there.
Looking at the coffin, it fits tightly together. Once it is closed, the air inside will be completely blocked out.
Those black fogs won’t come out again, right?
Xia Chujian calmed himself down and looked away.
In the church hall below, the High Mass ceremony has entered the stage where relatives and friends are giving speeches.
The high priest stood aside, watching the queen, who was dressed in a black court dress and had an antique phoenix hairpin on her hair, walk up to the podium on the altar.
Her voice was low and hoarse, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked very sad indeed.
No matter whether she was truly sad or pretending to be sad, at least she achieved a "sad" state.
For a widow, this is the way to satisfy everyone.
The Queen did not say much about the Emperor while on the stage. She only expressed her sorrow that everything was different in the empire without an Emperor.
Then the focus is on saying that the empire cannot be without its own monarch, and everyone should work together to find the future empress of the empire.
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