mtl008 Chapter 186: Not afraid of villains, but afraid of ghosts and gods
Chapter 186: Not afraid of villains, but afraid of ghosts and gods
What Dai Yan never expected was that when she pushed open the dilapidated prison door that smelled of decay with great anticipation, what came into her eyes was an empty scene!
The cell, which should have held many people, was so deserted and silent today.
The cell that should have been holding serious criminals was now empty, with only a shocking pool of blood on the ground, like a flower of death blooming in the darkness, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.
Dai Yan's heart trembled suddenly, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.
An indescribable fear and uneasiness surged into her heart like a tide, drowning her in an instant.
She stared at the horrific scene in front of her with wide eyes in disbelief, and all kinds of terrible thoughts kept flashing through her mind.
She subconsciously began to look around, trying to find some traces in the silence.
At this moment, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a line of blood words on the wall.
The handwriting was crooked, obviously written by a trembling hand.
"Thank you, Daiyan, but I can't escape. I wish you well."
Every word was like a drop of blood, deeply stinging Dai Yan's eyes.
She stood there blankly, staring at the line of blood words, her thoughts tangled like a tangled mess.
Countless questions swirled in her mind, but she couldn't find any answers.
At this moment, Dai Yan felt a chill slowly climbing up her spine, making her shiver.
Dai Yan's eyes became sad, she wanted to find Xiao Sheng.
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At this moment, Shu Wanwan, who was standing aside and should not have appeared in this memory, suddenly shuddered involuntarily.
The chill seemed to come from deep within his heart and spread throughout his body in an instant.
Shu Jian's figure and the horrifying bloody scene that night when Shu Jian left involuntarily emerged in her mind.
The images were so clear that every detail was seared into her memory, lingering.
An ominous premonition came to her mind, and Shu Wanwan felt as if she was about to witness that horrific scene again.
Maybe she was not afraid of blood, but the death of her loved ones.
This feeling became stronger and stronger, making her feel an indescribable uneasiness.
However, despite her fear, she knew she couldn't back down at this moment.
Because this is her only way to find out the truth. If she gives up, she may never know the truth.
"Dai Yan."
Shu Wanwan called out softly with a slightly trembling voice.
Hearing the call, Dai Yan turned her head, and the moment their eyes met, she immediately noticed Shu Wanwan's inner uneasiness.
So she reached out and gently held Shu Wanwan's hands, which had begun to tremble slightly.
When the two hands were clasped together, Shu Wanwan felt that Dai Yan's palm was not as warm as she had imagined, but had a hint of coolness.
But it was this slightly cool hand that gave her great comfort.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Dai Yan said gently.
These simple words blew through Shu Wanwan's heart like a spring breeze, dispelling some of the haze.
Before Shu Wanwan could be comforted for long, Dai Yan threw out a narrower red silk and covered her eyes.
Shu Wanwan: …………
In this way, the two of them leaned on each other, supported each other, and continued to watch the memories unfold before them.
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At this moment, Dai Yan in the death row took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
She knew that the more tense the moment, the more she needed to keep a clear head and think about the problem.
She noticed that there seemed to be other clues next to the bloody words, so she walked closer to take a closer look.
In the dim light, she discovered some faint bloodstains extending to the corner of the cell.
Dai Yan followed the blood trail and came to a hidden compartment.
What surprised her even more was that when she got closer, she saw a dead body lying in the adjacent cell.
The man was close to the ground, mixed in with the weeds, and could not be seen at all if he was not close.
Dai Yan took a few glances and felt a little relieved after confirming that it was not Xiao Sheng.
She carefully opened the secret compartment. It was called a secret compartment, but it was actually just a loose brick.
It was only half a piece and couldn't lead to the outside, but there was actually a letter hidden inside.
The cover of the letter was stained with blood, which made it look particularly strange.
Dai Yan took a deep breath, picked up the envelope, and opened it after hesitating for a moment.
The words in the letter made her face paler and the fear in her heart grew stronger.
The letter mentioned a method of using blood to suppress the undead.
The bloodline mentioned above is exactly the bloodline of the Yuchi family. Not only that, it is also the bloodline of the stronger of the unique twin girls.
The letter is well-organized and clearly expressed, and details how sacrificial rituals should be held to suppress evil spirits.
At this moment, a thought resounded through Dai Yan's mind like thunder.
It turned out that on that day in the Imperial Study, what Xiao Sheng wanted to find was not the evidence of the secret collusion between the Northern Kingdom and the Li Kingdom, but the letter in front of him!
At this point, it became clear why Xiao Sheng insisted on going to the imperial study in person.
My elder sister didn't let me come to the Northern Kingdom to look for her because she was afraid that the king of the Northern Kingdom would know that she was the stronger of the twin girls, not her.
My elder sister had already understood the real purpose of her coming here to marry as a saint.
The atmosphere of bloodshed is too heavy in the capital of the Northern Kingdom, and wronged souls are wreaking havoc.
And Yuchi Xiaosheng was just treated as a sacrifice, a victim used to suppress those wandering restless undead spirits.
All previous speculations and inferences about various events were actually wrong!
How ridiculous! As the king of a country, he is not worried about the people's separation, but is afraid of ghosts and demons.
"Sister..."
Dai Yan's voice rang out with an uncontrollable tremor, and then she began to run frantically in the dark and damp cell.
As the letter said, the so-called guards and caretakers had all left without a trace just after midnight.
And why are the people who were originally suppressed in the death row in the western suburbs silent?
She knew where Xiaosheng was.
It was written in the letter.
A formation should be set up in the west and east respectively, the east represents blood and flesh, and the west represents head and bones.
Dai Yan walked forward in the cell anxiously. With every step she took, she could feel her heart beating more and more violently, as if it was about to burst out of her chest at the next moment.
There were cells all around him, each filled with cold corpses.
There is no doubt that the body is the prisoner who was originally imprisoned in the western suburbs death row.
No one survived.
Every passing second was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly cutting the burning fire of hope in her heart.
As time went by, the flame became weaker and weaker. The originally bright and dazzling light gradually dimmed until only a faint flame remained, struggling in the darkness.
Finally, at the end of one side of the cell, in the center of a formation, there was an iron box quietly placed, tightly locked with a rusty padlock.
Dai Yan felt as if her heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and a strong tremor instantly spread throughout her body.
Her originally light steps seemed to be suddenly filled with lead, becoming extremely heavy, and every step seemed to require a huge amount of effort to lift her feet.
The heavy feeling comes not only from the body, but also from an indescribable pain deep in the heart.
When she arrived in front of the iron box, a quarter of an hour had passed, but tears were glistening in her eyes that she could not suppress.
She took a deep breath, gripped the sword tightly with both hands, and used all her strength to try to break the stubborn lock.
After some hard work, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the lock finally couldn't bear the weight and broke.
Dai Yan opened the lid of the iron box. However, although she was mentally prepared, the scene before her made her stand there in a daze.
Inside the iron box, there lay a skeleton with blood-red flesh shreds.
And... a bloody human head.
Dai Yan wiped the blood off the man's head with her hand.
That familiar face, the blood that had not yet dried... all of these made Dai Yan's heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
She reached out her trembling hand and gently stroked the pale face, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"how so……"
"how so……"
Dai Yan murmured to herself, her voice filled with endless sorrow.