Sure enough, not long after, Jiang Yan stopped screaming, and then Old Hei's voice was heard saying, "What are you screaming for? It's just a little blood, not your life."
Jiang Yan originally thought he was going to be bled dry, but after seeing Lao Hei and the others stop after taking a cup of his blood and bandaging his wounds, he stopped calling out. However, he was still very confused as to why they were draining his blood.
"Hey, why are you using cups to collect my blood?"
Jiang Yan, holding his hand which was wrapped up like a pig's trotter, asked Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao glanced at him and then pointed to a wall next to the cave.
All that could be seen on the wall were several large traditional Chinese characters: “Those who are not descendants of us who enter will die; those who are descendants of us may enter only if their blood is poured into a wine pot.”
The characters on the wall were quite large, but they were carved in a rather inconspicuous place. Moreover, with so many statues inside, people would definitely not notice the characters on the wall when they came in; they would only notice the statues. So, if it weren't for Uncle Zhao's reminder, even Yue Jiuzai wouldn't have noticed those few large characters on the wall.
Seeing that Jiang Yan was alright, Yue Jiuzai was naturally relieved, so she didn't make any moves and continued to hide outside the cave entrance, secretly watching the situation inside.
Upon seeing those large characters, Jiang Yan couldn't help but read them aloud: "Those who are not descendants of us will die if they enter. If we are descendants, we must bleed into the wine pot to enter? You bleed me, is it because I am a descendant of this or that?"
Jiang Yan was puzzled. Whose tomb was it? Why did Lao Hei and the others think they were descendants of the tomb's owner?
Seeing Jiang Yan's bewildered expression, Uncle Zhao explained, "Actually, we're not entirely sure either, but there's about an 80% chance you're a descendant of the tomb's occupant. Do you remember your maternal grandfather?"
“My maternal grandfather?” Jiang Yan suddenly heard Uncle Zhao mention his maternal grandfather and nodded, saying, “I remember. What’s wrong? Do you know him? But my maternal grandfather has been dead for many years.”
Jiang Yan's maternal grandfather was a university professor, teaching at a very prestigious university. However, he passed away a few years ago, so Jiang Yan found it strange when Uncle Zhao mentioned his grandfather.
When Uncle Zhao heard Jiang Yan say that his maternal grandfather had died, he was not surprised, as if he had known all along. He nodded and said, "That's right, he is dead, but he is a descendant of the owner of this tomb, and you, as his grandson, are naturally also a descendant of the owner of the tomb."
"What the hell? Does this count?" Jiang Yan understood after Uncle Zhao's explanation, but he still said, "But I'm just a grandson, someone with a different surname. Does this count as a descendant?"
"That's true, there's nothing we can do about it. Your cousins aren't in the country, so we had no choice but to arrest you."
Jiang Yan couldn't believe his bad luck. He said helplessly, "Well, I heard from my mom that before my maternal grandfather died, she had a fight with him and said she wanted to sever ties with him. So does that mean I'm also severing ties with the tomb owner?"
Old Hei and Uncle Zhao just sneered at Jiang Yan's naiveté, while Old Wu looked at him and said, "Heh~ Does verbally severing ties count as severing them?"
Looking at the cup of blood in Lao Hei's hand, Jiang Yan said with heartache, "Um, if I give you this blood, can I leave?"
Old Hei heard his words but didn't even look at him. He simply poured the cup of blood carefully into the wine pot on the stone table.
This wine jug doesn't look very big, and there's not much space inside, so it's just the right size to hold a cup of blood.
Jiang Yan watched as his blood was poured into the wine pot, then turned to look around. When he found that there was no movement around him, he turned back and stared intently at the wine pot.
At first, the blood in the wine pot remained still, but after a few seconds, it began to slowly sink to the bottom, as if there was a hole in the bottom of the wine pot. The blood slowly descended until it disappeared completely!
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