Chapter 067...It's already 4297 years, and there are still people so ignorant?
"How, how could this happen..."
Someone fell to the ground, looked at the ashes of the statue, and burst into tears.
His emotions obviously infected others. For a moment, sobbing sounds echoed throughout the square, sounding very sad.
He Xile stood aside and pursed his lips.
He turned and looked at Wen Jiyu.
The latter showed impatience and said to the guards with a dark face: "Take them all away for questioning."
"Yes." The guard nodded and instructed some to escort the wailing believers away. Meanwhile, someone trotted over to report the latest situation: "Your Majesty, while cleaning the statue, 72 discovered a hidden passage not far from it. We've tested it and it's possible to go deeper."
"Go in and take a look."
Wen Ji and walked forward.
He Xile followed closely.
Wen Jiyu thought of something, took a step back, and very naturally bent down to take He Xile's hand.
Even though Wen Jiyu knew that the last unexpected situation wouldn't happen again—Cang Long had been imprisoned, and his abilities were so unique, there was probably no one else on Hai Xinna with the same abilities. Placing He Xile there, under the care of the guards, would be the quickest and most convenient solution, Wen Jiyu still felt uneasy.
…Even when this human was first sent from the museum, he didn't even want it.
Wen Jiyuduo glanced at He Xile and warned him, "When you go downstairs later, try not to stay too far away from me. I'll have to teach you some lessons when we get back to the capital."
He Xile nodded seriously.
really.
He was too weak right now, always being the one being protected. If possible... He Xile also wanted to protect others while protecting himself.
The two arrived at the entrance of the passage.
At first glance, the entire passage was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
The unknown can be frightening.
However, with Wen Ji and His Majesty by his side, He Xile was not afraid of any danger himself. He was just afraid that he would not be smart enough when encountering things, causing trouble for Wen Ji and holding him back.
Therefore, he stayed close to Wen Jiyu and was highly alert.
"Don't worry."
A warm hand suddenly pressed on He Xile's soft hair.
Immediately afterwards, He Xile was rescued by Wen Jiyu.
The latter didn't say anything, pressed the back of He Xile's head, and hugged He Xile to comfort him.
His Majesty's body temperature was lower than He Xile's. In such a hot environment, the hug was like a layer of ice pad, making He Xile couldn't help but squint comfortably.
This comforting hug also made him feel warm.
Just as He Xile was considering whether to hug her back, he heard a deep voice close to him saying, "If you had ears, they would probably be perked up by now."
After a pause, His Majesty continued, "Or maybe airplane ears?"
He Xile: “?”
Um?
Wen Jiyu made the final decision: "Next time when the experiment is of a shorter duration, we can give it a try."
He Xile: “…”
etc.
...That's not the point, bro???
Brother, we are about to explore the unknown, and we don’t know if there is any danger waiting for them ahead. Why are you still worrying about whether you have ears or not?
Damn it.
Is there no sense of urgency at all?
Fortunately, Wen Jiyou did not go off topic any further.
On the side, the guard walked forward with a convenient light tube and was about to go down when he was stopped by Wen Jiyou.
"I'll go in first."
Wen Jiyu took the other person's light bulb and walked down the dusty stairs first.
He Xile followed closely behind and was also given a light bulb by the guards.
As soon as you enter, the bright lights will light up automatically, illuminating the corridor like daylight, but not hurting your eyes.
He Xile followed the tall figure in front.
Behind him were the guards following closely.
He Xile blinked and understood again why the guards and others in the palace, although they looked respectful and dared not breathe when facing His Majesty, as if they were very afraid of His Majesty, but when talking about His Majesty behind his back, they all seemed to dote on him.
Because Your Majesty treats them sincerely.
Just like He Xile could feel the kindness of His Majesty when he was interacting with Him.
——When everything was unknown and there was a possibility of danger, Your Majesty chose to enter the corridor first.
His strength is unquestionable.
His S-level combat power showed that he was the strongest in the entire Haixinna.
He took the lead, on the one hand because he was confident in his own strength, and on the other hand, it also avoided unnecessary sacrifices of the guards.
However, he was the King of Hai Xinna. His status was above all else, and his safety should have been his top priority, but His Majesty clearly didn't think so.
In his eyes, the guards' lives are as important as his own.
If you live in China on Earth and bathe in the glory of socialism, it is normal to have such thoughts, but Wen Jiyu has lived in Haixinna since childhood.
This is a world of centralized systems.
Just like what Wen Jiyu had said to He Xile, he was the king, and everything in Hai Xinna was his property, including the people here.
So this alone is enough to make people like him.
He Xile's eyes curved.
The entire corridor stretched straight and long, seemingly without end. Fortunately, the light in my hand shone even brighter in this environment, and the murals gradually appearing on both sides of the corridor were all visible.
Most of the murals are statues of gods, one next to the other, each different.
As they went deeper, Wen Ji and His Majesty held his hands tighter and tighter.
He Xile said nothing.
He held Wen Jiyu tightly with his backhand, silently giving him strength.
Wen Ji stopped in his tracks.
"Did it hurt?" he asked.
He Xile shook his head: "No."
Wen Jiyu hummed, "We're almost at the finish line."
Sure enough, just as Wen Jiyu said, they walked a little further and turned a corner. When they were still some distance away from the finish line, Wen Jiyu stopped sharply and knocked on the ceiling at the top.
After a while, the knocking sound changed.
The exit was found.
Without Wen Jiyu saying anything, He Xile had already let go of Wen Jiyu's hand and leaned back obediently.
Wen Jiyu chuckled when he saw this.
He fixed his gaze upwards and summoned two guards. One of them was the one who had discovered this passage earlier. He quickly located the traps around it. The three of them exchanged glances, and with a single glance, a hole opened overhead, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. The guard, with his astonishing leaping ability, was the first to leap up, followed closely by Wen Jiyu.
A female scream immediately came from above.
Someone.
He Xile's heart suddenly became nervous.
The other guards were agile and went up one after another, and the remaining few stayed with He Xile.
"Don't worry. Your Majesty will be fine." The guard's voice was firm.
He Xile nodded.
In less than a minute, an arm reached out from above: "Come up."
It is the voice of Wen Jiyou.
He Xile's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood on tiptoe to hold the other person's hand, and used the force to pull him up.
Above was a square kitchen. Two women in long skirts were pinned to the ground by guards, looking flustered.
"Where are the people?" Wen Jiyu turned around and looked down at the two of them.
"Wh-who?"
One of them was trembling with fear in his eyes.
"Of course, it's the people who were imprisoned as sacrifices." Wen Jiyu's eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't say you don't know. I won't believe it." He said in a low voice with a mocking smile, "Or maybe you think your life is too boring and you want to reincarnate early. That's not impossible. I hope you won't meet me in your next life."
He Xile was stunned.
...sacrifice?
Is there anything wrong with the terminal translation???
He Xile's heart was pounding.
The mental power spread out.
One of the women suddenly had a splitting headache.
She was terrified, holding her head and sobbing, unable to speak.
Although the other person was also very scared, he calmed down a lot after thinking about something.
She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "I know where the sacrifice you're talking about is being held. I can take you there, but I have to make it clear that we were only hired to cook here and didn't participate in anything else. I have three underage children at home, so I had no choice but to come here to work and earn a living..."
The guard replied, "We will have someone investigate this matter. If it's really as you say, we won't make things difficult for you."
"Okay. I see you are wearing clothes with wave patterns, so you are from the royal family. I believe you." The woman said, stood up and walked out.
He Xile followed Wen Ji closely, thinking about what he had just heard, still a little bit in disbelief.
…It’s already 4297 years, and there are still people so ignorant?
Having faith is not a bad thing, and He Xile also respects other people’s faith, but why do we need to set up sacrifices???
No one was talking around.
Apart from the sound of footsteps, there was only the breathing of the crowd.
He Xile just felt depressed.
The woman walked in front silently.
After turning several corners, she stopped in front of a bare wall. "This is it," the woman's voice trembled slightly as she spoke. She reached out, and with a click, she used the chip to open a secret door.
The room behind the secret door was located on the second floor of the basement and naturally had no windows. Even if the door was pushed open, only the faint light from the corridor shone in, making it difficult to see what was inside.
The guards entered first.
There was a "pop" sound.
He Xile was blinded by the sudden light and subconsciously squinted his eyes.
He clearly heard the breathing beside him suddenly become heavy.
After seeing the situation inside clearly, He Xile was stunned.
The room wasn't large, but it held nearly twenty men and women. They all looked incredibly disheveled, completely naked. They huddled together in groups of three or four, their ankles and wrists clad in heavy anklets. There were also two kittens who looked incredibly ill.
Hearing the commotion, the men and women didn't react. Instead, one of the kittens struggled to lift its body and meowed weakly.
The terminal immediately popped up a translation: Help.
"ah."
He Xile opened his mouth and let out a short cry of surprise.
how so……
His nose felt a little sore.
The guards reacted very quickly. They stepped forward, took out their weapons, and carefully cut the chains without hurting anyone. They then took off their military jackets and wrapped them around the people.
He Xile also hurried forward to help.
He was not as tall as anyone else present and was not very strong. He knew that he would not be able to cut the chains and was even more afraid that his aim would be bad, so he did not make any more trouble and picked up the kittens first.
The kitten feels very hot, as if it has a fever.
He Xile touched their heads with a heartache: "Be good, don't be afraid, you are saved now. Don't worry, I will take you to the hospital later..."
Sudden--
The guard cried out in alarm: "Sir! Be careful!"
He Xile was startled by the sound. The kittens in his arms subconsciously dodged to the side almost instantly. Then he turned around quickly and saw the tip of a matte black knife pointed at the place where He Xile had originally stood. If the tip of the knife had moved forward a little more, it would have pierced into He Xile's body, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The person who drew the knife was actually a trapped person who had just been rescued!
At this time, the blade was being held by Wen Ji and His Majesty.
Bright red blood flowed from the palm of his hand and fell to the ground with a "plop".
He Xile's breath was choked and his pupils shrank slightly.
Wen Jiyu didn't care about his injury.
His beautiful ruby-like eyes flashed, and as he loosened his hand, the man who had attempted to assassinate He Xile collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The other trapped people were also disturbed by Wen Jiyou's spirit and fell down one by one.
"This jerk, knowing these small fry can't hurt me, actually left someone to...attack me." Wen Jiyu's voice seemed to be steeped in chill, and his jaw tightened. "I've got that in mind."
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