Chapter 235 Killing in the Shadows
"Have you ever thought about why the ghost king chose to make his lair in this person's mausoleum?"
The two had seen at least hundreds of mummies, but unfortunately, their powers were gone after they died, and they couldn't tell from the corpses whether they were cultivators when they were alive. If they were all cultivators, then based on the number alone, they would definitely be the largest sect in Dongdu or even the Tang Dynasty.
After hearing the old eunuch's question, Zhao Yushu shook his head and said, "I am also curious about your question, but I have only been studying in the academy for a long time. Let alone the dukes, I can't even remember all the emperors of our Tang Dynasty."
The old eunuch smiled. Along the way, he had long been accustomed to Mr. Six's unlearned behavior.
"Let's go back and ask Third Senior Brother. We should be there soon."
Clusters of flames shot out and ignited the braziers on the wall.
At the end of the passage, under the tomb, a gloomy yet magnificent black stone hall appeared before the two.
"I thought there should be at least a few puzzles to test my finger movements, footwork, and mechanical skills." Zhao Yushu didn't know whether he was mocking himself or the Ghost King.
There were fewer bodies in the hall, and there were rotten tables and chairs everywhere. The messy location and dilapidated appearance indicated that there had been a large-scale battle here.
At the deepest part of the hall was a high platform, on which sat a high black stone chair. There was no one or any skeleton on it.
Zhao Yushu walked over slowly, blew away the dust on the chair, and sat down on it.
"Now I understand why brothers in the palace would kill each other to the death just for a chair." Zhao Yushu stroked the Ghost King's Order, the blue ghost fire on it was still burning.
"Just a few steps can give you a sense of superiority, even if there are only a pile of dried corpses under your feet."
The old eunuch looked up and said, "Do you like that chair?"
Zhao Yushu smiled and walked down: "I once had a dream. In the dream, there was an old man who led the people to drive away all those who wanted to be emperor, and let them be the masters of their own house. The people no longer needed to kneel down, no matter if they were from the same tribe, foreign tribes, or even himself."
The old eunuch frowned: "Old immortal?"
"It's not him, you don't know him. I admire him very much." Spiritual power gushed out, and with a loud bang, the black stone chair shattered into pieces of stone on the ground.
The old eunuch opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a long time: "Perhaps, only by sitting on that chair can you find the opportunity."
"I've already sat there just now, and all I saw was corpses all over the floor."
Maybe it's just a token.
Perhaps this token once represented unparalleled power and the king of the dark world a hundred years ago, but now it is just a token.
Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh. He had imagined many possibilities, such as encountering a room full of treasures, some of which were even heavenly treasures; or encountering an immortal top-level inner scene, beating the old eunuch and making him flee; but he never expected to see dead bodies and empty chairs all over the floor.
"Let's go."
"careful!"
Zhao Yushu and the old eunuch's voices rang out at the same time. The old eunuch was very fast, and Zhao Yushu's reaction was not slow either. However, after the old eunuch flew over, his trembling hands could not calm down. He grabbed nothing.
A black vortex disappeared from Zhao Yushu's original position. Apart from the mummy, he was the only one left in the hall.
Zhao Yushu disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Yushu's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. He seemed to still be in the hall, but the old eunuch was nowhere to be seen.
Soon Zhao Yushu discovered something was wrong. This was still the same hall, but it was no longer the same hall.
The Black Stone Chair still stands tall.
Zhao Yushu had encountered a similar situation before, when he was sucked into a mirage by the ghost Buddha in Longmen, but this time seemed different.
The body is gone.
Zhao Yushu raised his hand. The Ghost King's Order was still there, but there was no blue flame on the ghost head. The moment he raised his arm, it actually left an afterimage like ink painting.
This is totally different from the world just now!
Zhao Yushu walked towards the entrance without hesitation. His vision gradually became clearer, but it seemed that there were ink-like threads everywhere, as if he was in a glass of water, and someone had dropped a drop of rich ink into it.
The passage behind the entrance was still clean, without a single body, but when he walked to the end of the passage and looked up, it was dark.
The secret passage under the coffin disappeared.
It’s not a problem of distance. Zhao Yushu has the feeling that the secret passage has really disappeared, as if it had not yet been excavated.
Are you trapping me here?
If there is no secret passage, then where do the people here come in and where do they go out?
It seems that all the answers are still in that hall. Zhao Yushu touched his chin and just turned around, his hair stood on end.
In the corridor that was empty just now, a person who looked like an ink painting leaned against the wall, covered his neck and slowly fell down. After a few breaths, he was no longer moving.
No sound, no murderer!
Or maybe the murderer was so fast that I didn’t even see him!
Zhao Yushu hurried forward. The face of the deceased was still unclear, but there was a small wound on his neck.
This was the first corpse that he and the old eunuch had just examined.
The deceased was wearing a tight suit and a black robe like a windbreaker. He was lying against the wall with his head tilted. His skin and flesh, which should have been firm, were now very shriveled, and all the blood in his body had disappeared.
Zhao Yushu suddenly felt an all-pervasive malice. If the malice of Poxun Dharmakāya was pure evil, then this malice was tinged with a hint of teasing and bloodthirsty cruelty.
This malice seemed to be right behind his head, stretching out its blood-stained tongue, licking its lips gently, and blowing a breath towards his neck.
Zhao Yushu turned his head suddenly, spiritual power gushed out from his fingertips, a cold light flashed, and a crescent moon was drawn.
No one is empty.
Damn it, is this how you play? I’m only at the fourth level!
Zhao Yushu broke out in a cold sweat, then quickly tried it out. Fleeting Light still worked, and so could Madam Xu, which gave him a lot more confidence.
But the Shadow Step cannot be used.
There are shadows everywhere here, why can't I use the Shadow Step?
Zhao Yushu decisively transformed into Madam Xu's true form. Since the Shadow Step couldn't be used, forget about the assassination and just fight head-on.
The passage was not long, just over a hundred steps, but it took Zhao Yushu a long time to walk through it.
Almost every step he took he would look back and forth to see if there were any new corpses appearing.
Zhao Yushu walked back to the hall door in fear and let out a long sigh. Then he turned around subconsciously and saw three bodies lying on the ground in a twisted state. This time he didn't even see how they fell!
What does the other party want to do?
If he wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have the chance to fight back or even react. We are at completely different levels.
If the purpose is just to replay the killing scene of that year for yourself to see, what is the purpose?
Moreover, the malice that was clearly directed at him became more and more intense.
Zhao Yushu walked into the hall and looked at the high black stone chair on the steps. His eyes unconsciously became sharp.
On the black stone high chair that should have been empty, an indistinct figure, like a ball of chaos, sat high on it.