Those eyes were truly terrifying, deep and cold, like a swirling vortex; at its center, swords and blades, a killing aura hidden in the heart, yet one could clearly feel the sensation of being targeted and life slipping out of one’s control.
Seo Ziling and the three dared not breathe.
Had the other party discovered them?
The three of them secretly remained on alert, ready at any mont to respond to the man’s sudden attack.
After a while, the man turned and left.
In almost the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.
The three remained motionless.
A mont later.
Swish!
The man reappeared.
He scanned the area, wrinkled his brow slightly, and then walked away.
"This person is really formidable," Kou Zhong stepped out from the bushes, looking in the direction the dark figures had gone.
"Doesn’t seem like he’s from the Dark Sunflower Faction."
They were vaguely certain he was from the Demon Sect, but as for which particular sect of the Demon Sect, that was another matter.
"He’s from the Patch Heaven Sect, under the command of Evil King Shi Zhixuan," Tuoba Han knew comparatively more about the situation, which surprised Kou Zhong, who was previously fighting fiercely with him, "Why is a Turk so familiar with our Central Plains Martial Arts?"
Tuoba Han looked deeply at Kou Zhong, "Precisely because I’m from the Outer Region, I need to be more familiar with your Central Plains Martial Arts."
Ha, those words had profound implications.
Kou Zhong chuckled, but inwardly he sneered, alright already, your Martial Venerate is suppressed by Ning Daoqi and can’t enter the Central Plains, what are you boasting about?
"If it’s the Patch Heaven Sect, then suddenly so many of them coming here..."
The three exchanged a glance.
Could be a plot.
Ugh, not right.
"Why are you following us!" Kou Zhong stared at Tuoba Han.
Tuoba Han, expressionless: "Is the road yours?"
Kou Zhong: "The point is you’re following us?"
Tuoba Han: "If it’s not yours then shut up."
Kou Zhong: "...."
Kou Zhong, inherently an imposing person, but to Tuoba Han, who didn’t belong to the Central Plains’ way of thinking and was quite savage at heart, also a horse thief by origin...
This savage!
Couldn’t shake him off, and afraid of a sneak attack from behind, it’d be better to keep him close, so the three temporarily reached an agreent to follow behind those black-clothed n together.
anwhile, on the other side....
Relying on the Magnetic Sensation, breaking through almost every chanism in a second, Sui Yi set a new record for clearing...
Well, alright, it was that fast.
So fast that the usually cold-hearted Fu Junnuo had a rather odd look in her eyes when she looked at Sui Yi in the end.
Of course, Natasha remained fairly calm: "Not bad."
Inwardly, however, she was roaring: Insane! Was this person a locksmith or a door thief in a past life?
Sui Yi didn’t care about the psychological states of these two people.
Under her hand was the fifteenth chanism.
Speaking of it, it was quite frustrating.
"What I dislike most are these Tomb Makers, why build a tomb, leave a Treasure Map, and then set up so many chanisms?"
Well, because in this group of four, three belong to the cold type, if no one spoke up, then the only sounds of breaking through fifteen chanisms would be.
Bam! Crack! Swish! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Hence, in the eyes of those from the British Blood Rose who were proud and stingy with words, the Grand Prince surprisingly spoke the most, just because the person occasionally interrupted with a few complaints, making the journey a bit less... noisy.
Crack!
The fifteenth chanism opened.
Natasha suddenly frowned, and with the three, looked at the stone tablet ahead.
"This is outside of the Treasure House, right?"
"There’s an inscription here as well...."
Natasha went forward for a closer look, then turned her face to the other three: "Testing you all, do you know what these words an?"
The three: "...."
Fu Junnuo straightforwardly: "Can’t understand, anyway it’s not Central Plains language or our Goryeo script."
Hell’s Wan Ge: "I don’t know."
Natasha: "Knew you wouldn’t know... in that case, I won’t say."
Sui Yi: "It says this Ancient Tomb was built by Lu Miaozi, it’s his autobiography."
Natasha: "Yes, these few sentences an that."
Sui Yi: "I was talking about the ones on the wall."
Natasha: "....."
Fu Junnuo: "...."
Hell’s Wan Ge: This shaless one.
Losing face in front of the ancients.
But Sui Yi did understand the inscription, it was actually Lu Miaozi’s words, roughly saying that inside was where Yang Gong’s Treasure House was located.
So, back to opening the chanism~~
Sui Yi moved forward proactively... suddenly her fingers paused, her gaze swept down, then she discreetly continued pressing the chanism.
The last door of Yang Gong’s Treasure House was thus opened.
How to put it.
Fu Junnuo: "Feels strange."
Hell’s Wan Ge: "Too smooth, always feels like there’s a trap."
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