The hall, or rather the burial chamber, was empty, with the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure floating around three tis but found nothing.
The only possible clue was a faint imprint at the very center of the burial chamber.
It proved that sothing had been placed there.
The imprint wasn’t large, only a square foot, so it couldn’t have been a coffin or anything of that sort.
At most, it could be an ash box.
"Impossible, how could it disappear? That thing was clearly here..."
Tang watched the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure circle around but had no ideas, so he could only stand aside and watch.
As he watched, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Before he could react, his mouth and nose were tightly covered by a pair of old hands.
The hands were salty and dark, a touch to the mouth and nose revealed they hadn’t been washed for at least three days.
Tang felt the sll was familiar. As he slightly turned his head, he saw it was Tang.
He and Hu Jiusan had sohow awakened and found their way here.
Tang motioned to Tang, made a shushing gesture, and then, with his eyes, signaled Hu Jiusan to act quickly.
Hu Jiusan nodded and pulled out a stack of Thunder Talismans from his arms.
Clearly, these two mistook the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure searching the burial chamber for an evil spirit, assuming it had invaded the Ancestral Master’s tomb and kidnapped Tang.
Tang wanted to explain, but there wasn’t enough ti.
The pile of Thunder Talismans, thick as a deck of cards, were already being unleashed, and when they exploded, whether the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure would still remain was uncertain. However, the possible clues in that burial chamber were certainly going to be gone.
Tang had no choice and didn’t care about Tang’s dirty hands; after biting Tang, he shouted out.
"Stop!"
The Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure had already sensed it when Hu Jiusan made his move and, without any apparent reaction, all the Thunder Talismans were suspended in mid-air.
Including the splattering electric light.
In the next mont, those Thunder Talismans and electric light were swallowed by the burial chamber, thrown into the void outside the big tomb.
"Xiaohu, hold on, I’ll take Tang out first, and once we’re outside, I’ll imdiately call for reinforcents to rescue you."
Hu Jiusan, "..."
Tang, seeing the sneak attack was useless, imdiately activated the second plan.
The Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure turned back to look at Tang, wondering what was going on with this generation of Dragon Tiger Mountain, how they chose such a Sect Leader.
Tang understood his grandfather’s thoughts, knowing these words were rely said for effect, and that background hand was probably brewing sothing big.
Most likely, Tang was planning to throw so huge weapon to blow this tomb apart and perish together with that ’evil spirit.’
He quickly hugged Tang’s waist and shouted, "Grandpa, don’t use anything big, that’s not an evil spirit, that’s the Ancestral Master!"
Tang, "Huh?"
Shoving Tang aside, Tang walked forward and circled around the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure. Suddenly, he inexplicably asked.
"Dog hole?"
"I dug it," answered the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure.
After this cryptic exchange, Tang oh-ed and imdiately perford a grand salute.
"Disciple Tang Ji, pays respect to the Master."
Watching cluelessly from the side, Tang tugged at Hu Jiusan’s sleeve, saying, "What are they on about?"
"I don’t know. I guess it’s a secret transmission only Sect Leaders can know. You’ll know once you beco the Sect Leader," Hu Jiusan replied.
"Oh," Tang nodded.
...
Now that the matter was clear and the words were spoken, Tang and Hu Jiusan began to help search in the burial chamber.
Indeed, today’s thods were much more advanced, as Tang and Hu Jiusan quickly found a clue.
Tang picked up a strand of hair from the brick seam in the corner.
Of course, it might have been a strand of hair.
Tang pinched this soft but not curved hair and looked at Hu Jiusan, "Yours?"
Hu Jiusan picked one of his own strands, pinched a Finger Technique, and a Clear Qi carried his hair upwards, but as it approached Tang’s hand, it was bounced away.
"Not mine." Saying this, Hu Jiusan plucked a hair from Tang.
Testing it with this thod, Tang’s hair was also bounced away.
Tang had been standing outside, not having entered the room, so he wasn’t considered.
Hu Jiusan turned and glanced at the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure, realizing that nothing could be pulled from the Ancestral Master’s head, he left it for now.
The Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure watched with curiosity and asked, "What spell is this? Is it used for criminal investigation and examination?"
Tang and Hu Jiusan were a bit embarrassed at the question, wanting to joke their way out, but Tang piped up from the side.
"The Ancestral Master is right, it is indeed used for criminal investigation and examination. Recently in the Outer Sect disciple cafeteria, hair keeps appearing in the als for so unknown reason.
"We asked around, but no one admitted it, leading to daily quarrels in the Outer Sect. Helplessly, the three Celestial Masters stepped forward and secluded themselves for half a month, finally developing this [Fur Identification Technique].
"What happened then? Whose hair was it?" asked the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure.
"It was a ss, none were clean, everyone’s hair got involved, so we went to Thousand chanism Town to find a bald man, letting disciples serve their own food, making it whoever finds hair their responsibility."
Tang’s words left the Ancestral Master’s ghostly figure stunned, turning to Tang and Hu Jiusan, "Are you quite idle now?"
Tang chuckled, "The world is temporarily peaceful, hehe, you’ve got to find sothing to do, right..."
Hu Jiusan cleared his throat, pulling the topic back, "Since it’s not mine, yours, or any of us four, whose hair is it then?"
Tang stroked his beard, "There are two possibilities. First, the thing you left us, Ancestral Master, is actually a person.
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