"Good, good... really good... In the end, after being tortured so miserably, I still have to be your cannon fodder??" Yuan Hong actually turned to run, but hadn’t even taken half a step.
He was pulled back like a hapless fool by Qing Li’s spider silk, manipulated into the coffin.
Yuan Hong could only resign himself to fate and sat down in the coffin. "Big sis, you haven’t been into my master’s tomb, how do you know about the chanism inside the coffin? Even I don’t know about it!!"
"I guess the chanism inside the coffin is likely a common feature in tomb raiding movies, the ’Hate Light Child’."
I snapped my fingers confidently as if replacing Qing Li and said, "As soon as the mask is taken out, the weight inside the coffin lightens, triggering chanisms like quicksand, right, Granny?"
Since it’s only by removing the mask that the Bronze Gate can be opened.
If I were the tomb owner, I would definitely design such a chanism called ’Hate Light Child’ inside.
The na ’Hate Light Child’ suggests hating sothing too light.
Usually, it’s a large balance placed under the tomb, and the chanism triggers once the weight inside the coffin is unbalanced.
Yuan Hong, being so heavy, naturally is enough to tip the scale.
After all, this chanism hates the light, not the heavy.
"Well, not entirely stupid yet, managed to smart up for a change." Qing Li absent-mindedly took off the mask from the female corpse’s face, her delicate hand stroking the patterns. "The patterns carved on this mask can cause hallucinations. Even if you don’t intend to take it, you’d be compelled to picking it up absentmindedly."
"Since it can cause hallucinations, try not to look at it too much, be careful not to fall into obsession." Seeing Qing Li’s physical weakness and unstable mind, I advised against any risky actions.
Qing Li let my words go in one ear and out the other, holding the mask, and tried it on her face, "Does it look good, Su Wan?"
"A mask ant for the dead, do you think it could look good? It’s terrifying!" I spoke the truth.
This mask, with its bizarre shape, is intricately carved with Manjusaka and Hell Butterflies.
It constantly creates an eerie atmosphere of the realm of the dead, I think it’s best not to look too much, quickly use it to open the chanism is the best plan.
Qing Li sighed and walked to the Bronze Gate.
She pressed the mask into the groove, "You’re such a straight girl, quite boring."
"No, no, Granny, I’m the most interesting!" Realizing sothing wasn’t right, I quickly backtracked, "Quickly take out the mask, I promise to cooperate with you this ti, make you laugh."
"Pfft~ Just teasing you, I..." As the Bronze Gate slowly opened, Qing Li’s body suddenly weakened, falling like a leaf.
I hurriedly caught her frail body, raising my eyes to glance at the opening of the Bronze Gate.
Massive amounts of Demonic Qi were gushing forth in large waves, and the quantity was enormous.
The Sharp Gold Aura, famously indestructible, emanating from my body, was like a tiny spark, instantly extinguished by the Demonic Qi.
Although Qing Li in my arms hadn’t been infiltrated by the Demonic Qi, her body grew increasingly cold.
It was incomprehensible how the Demonic Qi was harming her.
"Is the Demonic Qi devouring your Spiritual Power?" A thought struck , and I rolled up Qing Li’s sleeve.
The spider tattoo on her arm had lightened significantly, seeming to disappear gradually, a sign of her Forbidden Woman Witchcraft deteriorating.
Panic washed over as I held her icy cold arm, exclaiming softly, "You’re too close to the Demonic Cave, it can absorb your Spiritual Power from afar. If this continues, you... you will be depleted of Spiritual Power and... and..." die.
"Heh, if I die, wouldn’t there be no one to oppose you and Yu Longting? Why such a big reaction?"
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