Chapter 1096: Chapter 140: The Ancient One
Inside the hall, only Song Haoran and others were present.
At this moment, everyone was watching a scene captured by a Song Family warrior deep inside the Imperial Tomb using a DV camera.
The living dead appearing within the tomb, the superhuman strength of the Suzuki family father and son, and lastly, the mysterious chamber with a huge sacrificial altar… until finally, the altar exploded.
The recorded footage stopped at the moment of the altar’s explosion — this DV-wielding Song Family warrior thus collapsed.
In fact, this exploration by the Song Family wasn’t without losses, but rather cost several fine men, many of whom also suffered injuries of varying severity.
Song Tianyou and Song Ying watched silently at everything happening on the screen for a long time — they couldn’t help but recall the terrifying incident that happened not too long ago on the Song Family territory — the horrifying zombie invasion at the hospital.
It was only resolved because Mr. Blind took action — although why the ‘giant tree’ formed by merging numerous zombies withered and died in the end, even Mr. Blind couldn’t explain.
Now, because they had the DV footage and the confirmation from Song Da and Song Er, even though they tried to explain scientifically, it was futile — thus the hall fell into a brief silence.
After a while, Elder Song slowly said, “Do the Zhang Family know about the Imperial Tomb?”
Song Haoran said, “I doubt it. I estimate that the Zhang Family doesn’t know what’s inside the tomb, nor do they understand what might happen specifically. Aqi chose to terminate the cooperation right after seeing the living dead, I think to protect Zhang Qingrui, their only seedling. If the Zhang Family knew the tomb’s interior was so dangerous, they wouldn’t have agreed to the Suzuki Family’s cooperation request in the first place… but obviously, the Zhang Family doesn’t know, yet the Suzuki Family definitely knows something.”
“Where are those two father and son now?” Elder frowned at this moment.
Song Haoran replied helplessly, “In the chaos, they abandoned the Suzuki-kai staff and ran away.”
Song Tianyou pondered for a moment, then looked at Uncle Wu, “Old Wu, we have some acquaintances over there in the insular country, remember to ask them to check the Suzuki Family’s background, be careful not to alert the enemy.”
“Understood, Old Master.” Uncle Wu nodded repeatedly.
Because everyone present was important personnel from the Song Family, Song Tianyou had no intention of hiding anything, “There is a Taoism-cultivated field domestically, as well as demons… In fact, I’ve heard about these from Mr. Blind earlier years. Mr. Blind also said, domestically, there are many non-human beings stronger than him. This time Haoran helped them so many, got their tokens, it’s hard to say if it’s good or bad.”
The two direct descendants of the Song Family looked gravely at Song Tianyou.
After a pause, Song Tianyou then said, “These tokens, label each clearly, remember exactly whom each represents. Starting today, this matter must not be disclosed, and these tokens must not be taken out unless absolutely necessary, I’ll personally keep them.”
“Understood.” Song Haoran nodded.
Then Song Tianyou said, “Song Da, I heard Mr. Blind is nearby, see if you can contact him for me?”
“Okay.” Song Da nodded.
After this, Song Tianyou looked at Song Haoran, and seriously asked, “How do you plan to handle the woman brought back from the Imperial Tomb?”
“Let’s see how it goes first.” Song Haoran thought for a while, then added, “I’ll sleep outside tonight.”
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The place to stay was a relatively secluded household in the village.
Song Haoran spent some money to temporarily move this family to live with relatives.
In the simple room, the fluorescent lamp was somewhat outdated, with dim brightness. Song Haoran brought over a folding stool and sat about two meters from the window, watching the sleeping woman… Of course, Young Master Song took some safety measures — he took away the bead this woman valued very much.
There seemed to be a safe distance — once the bead was far from her, she would bee painful, and as the distance increased, the pain would heighten, eventually reaching an extremity where gray smoke would emerge from her body, as if about to evaporate.
Two meters was the limit.
When he returned to the Song Ancestral Mansion, it was already afternoon, around one or two o’clock, and now, in the blink of an eye, it was evening. Song Haoran found that the safe distance seemed to have increased… By nighttime, it had bee around three meters, which intrigued Song Haoran, making him even more curious about the woman’s origins and what’s behind this bead.
Suddenly, a slight noise startled Song Haoran from his closed-eye meditating… He opened his eyes.
The woman on the bed had woke up once again.
But after waking up, her face was pale, weak all over, struggling to get up from the bed, but after supporting half her body with her hand, she fell back down from exertion.
This woman was among the most beautiful Song Haoran had ever seen, seemingly even the bloodsucker he had locked at home was somewhat inferior to her… Perhaps there’s an extra layer of beauty on top of this mysterious woman.
Song Haoran vaguely remembered but couldn’t recall.
“Give me back the bead…” The woman struggled to speak, her gaze coldly fixating on Song Haoran.
“Is this thing used to preserve your life?” Young Master Song picked up the bead at this moment… Its appearance made the woman try to prop herself up again, but she quickly lay back down powerlessly.
“You better not force yourself.” Song Haoran said indifferently, “Firstly, I don’t like snatching things from others. But your origins are too mysterious so, for safety, I think I shouldn’t just return it to you… If we’re in your position, I imagine you would do the same, right?”
The woman snorted.
Song Haoran chuckled, “Don’t be unwilling… At least I woke you from the stone coffin and brought you out. Otherwise, you wouldn’t know how much longer you’d lie in that cold stone coffin, unseen.”
The woman only sneered coldly, “Thieves, you intruded into my domain with motives… Where is this place, take me back, or… the Great Qin Iron Cavalry will flatten this place.”
Song Haoran turned his head to glance at this plainly dressed ancient costume woman, suddenly said, “You said the Great Qin Iron Cavalry?”
The woman coldly said, “The Great Qin Iron Cavalry, sweeping the six directions, suppressing the world… Aren’t you afraid?”
Song Haoran slowly rubbed his fingers, “The Great Qin Iron Cavalry… Well, that’s rather difficult. After all, nobody is scared of a long-dead army, right? Miss… No, young lady, how long have you been sleeping in the stone coffin?”
The woman’s face slightly changed. Looking at the room’s things, the unfamiliarity and fear intensified… Many things here were inconceivable to her.
Her voice trembled slightly, “Who is the current Emperor… Is it still Emperor Shihuang?”
Song Haoran was taken aback, then seemed to think of something, but shook his head.
The woman took a deep breath, her voice shaking even more, “Could it be Hu Hai? Has he ascended the throne?”
Song Haoran shook his head again.
“Who… exactly are you?”
Song Haoran stared at the woman for a good while. Under her uneasy gaze, he frowned, “Recently, I’ve been encountering all sorts of strange things. Of course, for me, this is a good thing, as I love surprises. However, this surprise seems a bit too big… Are you an ancient person? From the Qin Dynasty?”
“What do you mean?”
Song Haoran said slowly, “According to what you said, you probably have lived for more than two thousand years, right? I don’t know if the Emperor you’re referring to and the Second Qin Emperor are the ones I know, but at least in my understanding of history, these are events from two thousand years ago. The Great Qin Iron Cavalry, they no longer exist… By the way, there is no longer a title like ‘Emperor’ now, at least in this country, there’s no imperial system.”
“Nonsense!! How can Qin Dynasty disappear!” The woman, agitated, forcefully propped herself up.
She even rolled off the bed in an instant.
Seeing this, Song Haoran didn’t help her up but instead stood up immediately, once again distancing himself from the woman… She raised her head with difficulty, glaring resentfully.
Young Master Song said, “Listen, I’m not someone who likes to use violence against women, but I also have a strong desire for self-preservation. Because I don’t like unexpected incidents occurring, so I think you need to calm down.”
Saying that, Song Haoran began to slowly retreat.
“No… please…” The woman’s voice gradually lost strength, and she finally lowered her head and fainted.
Song Haoran stood still at this moment, observing for a while, and only after confirming that the woman had truly fainted did he use his leg to pull over a folding stool and sit down again.
At this moment, outside the room, a team of Song Family Warriors suddenly rushed in—in fact, a fully armed team had been ambushed outside this rented flat early on—For safety reasons, even a portable RPG was brought in.
As the warriors who rushed in saw the woman on the ground, they immediately got nervous, “Strategist! What happened!”
“I’m fine.” Song Haoran shook his head, then suddenly looked at the warrior and said, “Go prepare something for me.”
“Alright!” The warrior quickly replied, “What do you need?”
Song Haoran said, “Prepare a few screens, and gather some historical materials about Hua Country from the past two thousand years. It doesn’t need to be too detailed, just roughly. Also, go to a nearby town and find me a history teacher.”
“A history teacher?”
“Oh… better tie one up and bring them back.” Song Haoran thought for a moment, “It’s simpler that way.”
“Alright, I’ll do it right away!” The warrior, upon hearing this, nodded enthusiastically, feeling that tying someone up was indeed the normal thing to do.
“Wait, e back.”
“Strategist, do you have anything else?”
“Make me a bowl of braised beef noodles; I missed dinner and I’m a bit hungry.”
“…Alright!”
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The sound seemed like tides, rapidly surging, a series of deep and terrifying sounds… As if something began to erode bit by bit… Unbearable to breathe… Until engulfment.
Mo Mo suddenly woke up, drenched in cold sweat—upon waking, he found himself in Wolong Mountain Villa, the very room he had stayed in when he first came to report at the villa—He could even see his luggage.
“You finally woke up.”
At this moment, a man dressed in black suit pushed open the door and walked inside.
“What exactly…” Mo Mo frowned.
Yet the man suddenly said, “Please wait a moment.”
The door closed… Shortly after, a man who introduced himself as Yan Xiaoxi, nearly the same age as Mo Mo himself, appeared before him.
“I can’t give you much time, Mr. Mo Mo, let’s talk while we walk.”
Mo Mo was informed of most things regarding the tomb, then Yan Xiaoxi brought him to a basement within Wolong Mountain Villa.
Here, Mo Mo saw Zhan lying on a hospital bed, plugged with various tubes, with a team of medical personnel watching over him.
Through the glass, Mo Mo could only affirm through the fluctuations on the heartbeat monitor that Zhan had not died, “He… he really?”
Mo Mo instinctively looked at Yan Xiaoxi beside him.
“His brain was pierced by a bullet.” Yan Xiaoxi said calmly, “After you were rescued from the tomb, Daoist Master Sumu Bai found him still breathing, so he brought him back too. Fortunately, the bullet only passed through his brain’s frontal lobe and exited, without remaining inside, giving him a second chance at life. But unfortunately, he might never wake up.”
“Zhan… Zhan…” Mo Mo pressed his palm against the glass barrier, sighed, “He actually did nothing wrong, his mind is just like a child’s, yet ended up like this… It’s my fault!”
Yan Xiaoxi, at this point, calmly said, “Mr. Mo Mo, I don’t think you have much time left for sorrow. I brought you to see him so you could focus.”
“Me?” Mo Mo smiled wryly, “What can I do? Even seniors like Daoist Master Baijie have gone missing… I’m just a newer.”
Yan Xiaoxi said, “Indeed, you’re a newer, but no one said a newer is incapable. You managed to escape with him amidst disputes between the Dao monsters, that alone proves your capability.”
Mo Mo shook his head, sighed, “What do you want me to do?”
Yan Xiaoxi said, “To the best of my knowledge, Mr. Mo Mo came here to deliver something on behalf of Daoist Master Yang Taizi of the Restive Dao. Each time at the Penglai Gathering, the Restive Dao would hand over a token to the contemporary of Clothed Dao for the final ritual. As you know, behind the Tai Mountain case lies the scheming of Heart of Heaven Seventy-First Generation. According to Daoist Master Sumu Bai, when you were found, you were not trapped in those crystal pillars extracting the Power of Life. Thus, I have sufficient reason to believe Heart of Heaven Seventy-First Generation, perhaps for some reason, didn’t harm you. Maybe he wanted to obtain this token from you… Mr. Mo Mo, do you still have the token?”
Mo Mo now smiled wryly, “That thing was stolen the first day I arrived at Wolong Mountain Villa.”
Yan Xiaoxi was stunned for a moment, frowned, “Who stole it?”
Mo Mo said, “It was a young woman named Nero, with white hair, quite recognizable.”
“Nero… White hair?” Yan Xiaoxi furrowed his brows, pondering, “Could it be Michael? How did affairs with them bee entangled in this?”
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