booktalesy Chapter 273 We'll see!
Chapter 273 We'll see!
Chapter 273 We'll see! (7000)
The thing outside didn't come alone to ram the door.
It and the underground true eye bed are two openings, one above the other, that borrow energy from each other and pass the way to each other.
Lu Yuan stabbed the door panel, but the tip of the knife had barely penetrated half an inch when the wet face outside the door suddenly twisted.
Like a live fish whose gills were hooked, his entire face twitched against the wooden board.
At the same time, the tiny white light from underground flashed suddenly, as if startled by the movement on the door, and rose another half inch.
"They are asking for a way."
Lin Zhaoxuan's voice was deep: "Borrowing a door outside and borrowing ground underneath, they form a perfect line."
Lu Yuan didn't reply, but pressed the hilt of his knife against the door, forcefully stopping the face from trying to squeeze inside.
"Cheng'an!" he shouted, "Fill all the gaps in the door with salt stitching!"
Wang Chengan responded very quickly, grabbing the salt from the ground and slapping it against the crack in the door.
As soon as the salt was added, thin white smoke rose from the bottom of the door panel. The wet face twitched on the wooden board, as if it had been burned, and let out a low, sharp cry.
"Second child, cinnabar!"
"Qinghe, the lamp shines on the door, but not on your face!"
"Zhou Heng, go and dig out that section of mortise and tenon from the east wall, and clean it all along the brick seams!"
The group responded in unison and rushed to their positions.
With salt in one hand and cinnabar in the other, Xu Erxiao moved so fast it was almost whistling. Just as he slapped the cinnabar onto the threshold, the face outside the door shrank back again.
Song Qinghe kept the oil lamp flame very low, shining it directly onto the small patch of ground in front of the threshold. The flame was very steady, without any flickering.
Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and pried open the pine brick under the east wall. When the whole brick was lifted, a small pottery jar was revealed underneath.
The earthenware jar was black with a grayish tinge, and its rim was sealed with a ring of cracked linen cloth, on which was still stuck a half-dry layer of ash and wax.
Zhou Heng felt a chill run down his spine and whispered, "What is this?"
Lu Yuan recognized it with a single glance.
"Lock-in-the-vaginal can".
"It contains either ashes or a substance used to attract spirits."
"If the money buried in the ground has been there for a long time, the yin energy will return to dampness, and it is the stuff in this jar that will stabilize it."
As he spoke, he pressed the knife against the door again with his backhand, and sure enough, the face outside the door pressed back against it, as if staring intently at the crack in the door, refusing to back away.
Lu Yuan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he suddenly said, "Zhou Heng, open the jar."
"Open it—open it?" Zhou Heng was stunned. "If this thing—"
"If there's a live bait inside, we can just cut it off."
Lu Yuan said, "Don't be afraid, open it."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, picked up the pottery jar with both hands, and his palms were already sweaty when his fingertips touched the seal.
He first used a short piece of wood to gently pry open a corner of the burlap. With a soft "pop," a wisp of sour and fishy black smoke immediately floated out of the jar.
As soon as that breath was exhaled, Song Qinghe's face turned slightly paler.
Lu Yuan coldly replied, "Step back a bit."
Zhou Heng quickly put the jar on the ground, and the others simultaneously took a half step back. Lu Yuan bent down and glanced at it, discovering that the jar contained neither ash nor mud.
Instead, it was layers of black hair curled up, with a few grains of rice that had already turned white and swollen mixed in between, as well as a small piece of rope stained black with cinnabar.
"This is... a woman's hair?"
Xu Erxiao's throat tightened.
"It's not a woman's hair," Lu Yuandao said. "It's borrowed pubic hair."
"Used to tie up a substitute, to lure that thing at the door to remember its breath."
At this point, his eyes suddenly darkened.
"As expected, Tie Suanpan didn't finish speaking."
"Besides the eye-suppressing nails, the land-pressing money, and the hand-guiding, this place also has door-splitting money."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Lu Yuan stopped explaining, directly used the tip of his knife to pick out a strand of hair, and flicked it towards the crack in the door.
As soon as that strand of black hair fell to the door, a series of extremely light and rapid breathing sounds came from outside.
It looked as if something greedily came closer, wanting to swallow that strand of hair.
Lu Yuan sneered: "Just as I was waiting for."
He tossed the remaining black hair at the corpse of the abacus-wielding man, then shouted, "Fire!"
Wang Chengan immediately lit the tinderbox and handed it to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan raised his hand and lit the strand of black hair, but the hair did not burn to ordinary ashes.
Instead, it emitted a series of soft, crackling sounds, and black smoke billowed up, from which a blurry figure could be vaguely seen.
The figure was thin with an extremely long neck, and his head was so low that it was almost touching his chest, as if he had been hanging there for years. Yet, his face still vaguely resembled the outline of an abacus.
"The Iron Abacus's substitute." Lin Zhaoxuan's eyes sharpened. "He's already planted his own sinister path inside."
Lu Yuan wasn't surprised. Instead, he said calmly, "If he hadn't done this, how could he have held on for so long?"
"Unfortunately, in the end, he still managed to become the door bolt."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the figure in the smoke suddenly struggled and lunged toward the crack in the door.
The wet face outside the door also lit up at the same time, as if it had smelled blood. The two, one inside and one outside, were trying to connect in a line through the smoke and fire.
This was the moment Lu Yuan had been waiting for.
He flipped his left hand, and the bone nail he had smeared with blood was now between his fingers. Instead of nailing it to the door, he stuck it into the pottery jar.
"Fix the path to the underworld, seal the gate!"
He gave a low shout, and the bone nail went into the jar with a soft "click," like it had pierced some hard shell.
A sharp, piercing sound suddenly emanated from the jar, the black hair abruptly shrank into a ball, and half of the figure in the smoke and fire vanished.
The wet face outside the door seemed to have been struck by an invisible heavy blow. The wooden board throbbed with a "smack," leaving an even deeper imprint of the face before it abruptly retreated.
Everyone was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the opponent would turn the tide so quickly in this round.
But Lu Yuan's expression did not relax.
He slowly withdrew the knife, looked up at the tiny white light on the ground, and said in a very low voice, "They may have retreated outside the door, but they might not have retreated underground."
Before he finished speaking, the thin red thread under the black wooden plaque suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, the white light, which was the size of a grain of rice, suddenly expanded outward, like an eyelid being pushed open from the inside.
"here we go again."
Xu Erxiao's voice changed tone.
Instead of retreating, Lu Yuan advanced, suddenly stepping in front of the black wooden sign, kneeling on one knee, and diagonally inserting his short knife into the soil, forcefully prying open a piece of loose soil next to the sign.
This prying revealed not deeper soil, but a very thin layer of grayish-white film.
The membrane was like skin or a shell, extremely delicate, and had a moist sheen.
Even stranger, there was a faint outline under the membrane, like an eye socket or a fetus, slowly bulging outwards.
Song Qinghe gasped in shock: "What is that?"
Lu Yuan stared at the grayish-white membrane, his voice heavy as if pressing down on a stone: "Eye embryo."
"Things that grow under the true eye bed."
"The half-sentence that Tie Suanpan didn't finish saying earlier was probably this."
Lin Zhaoxuan's expression changed slightly: "So, the evil embryo in the altar is just the outer shell, and the lower layer is the root embryo?"
"Yes." Lu Yuan nodded. "The one upstairs can recognize names, can borrow doors, and can breathe air."
"The bottom layer is where the earliest eye was found."
"It hasn't fully grown yet, so it's been hidden away, slowly being nurtured by the lives of those who are being cared for above."
Zhou Heng felt a tightness in his throat: "What if it really opens its eyes?"
Lu Yuan did not answer immediately.
He simply stared at the eye shape slowly emerging from beneath the grayish-white membrane, and after a moment said, "If it truly opens, all the Yin paths of the entire mountain will search for it."
"Then it won't just be a cellar issue."
"It will really drain all the vitality from this area."
The room fell silent for a moment after those words were spoken.
But the next instant, the grayish-white membrane under the black wooden plaque suddenly bulged up with a "pop," like the eye inside trying to turn over.
White light shone through the edge of the membrane, almost illuminating the fine lines in the soil.
Lu Yuan knew he couldn't delay any longer.
He immediately turned to Wang Cheng'an and said, "Go, take off the outer garment from Tie Suanpan's corpse."
"Huh?" Wang Chengan was taken aback.
"quick."
Lu Yuan's tone left no room for argument: "Be quick."
Wang Chengan dared not ask any more questions. He immediately stepped forward and, suppressing his nausea, tore off Tie Suanpan's old jacket.
The jacket was wet and cold, with undried black bloodstains on the cuffs, and it felt incredibly heavy in my hand.
Lu Yuan took the outer garment and, without saying a word, tore it into four strips.
"Qinghe, lower the lamp and shine it on my hand."
"Cheng An, give me the cinnabar."
"Second Brother, move the salt line half a foot this way."
"Zhou Heng, go and drag that earthenware jar over from the door."
The group quickly complied.
Lu Yuan's hands moved swiftly, tearing strips of cloth from the iron abacus jacket and wrapping them around the four corners of the black wooden plaque.
Then apply cinnabar in circles, and finally wrap a small circle of salt around the bottom of the card and press it onto the edge of the gray-white film.
This set of movements was extremely fast, as if he had already rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
"Brother Lu, can you control him?"
Wang Chengan asked urgently.
"I can't control it," Lu Yuan said, "but I can fool it into thinking it's safe."
Having said that, he suddenly raised his knife, lightly slicing the tip across his palm, and blood immediately gushed out. He smeared the blood onto the four corner strips of cloth, and whispered, "Human blood borrows yang, cloth strips borrow form, sign borrows name, salt borrows boundary."
"First I'll make sure you can't see clearly, then I'll make sure you can't stretch out."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the black wooden plaque down.
With a "thump".
The white light beneath the grayish-white film paused for a moment, as if it had indeed been stunned by the impact.
But at that very instant, a very low rumble suddenly came from underground.
It wasn't a tremor, nor a crack, but rather like someone gently tapping their fingernail from the deepest part of the earth.
"Lol."
Lu Yuan felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to press down again, the grayish-white membrane under the black wooden plaque suddenly dipped down, as if someone had suddenly ripped his eyelids off from the inside.
One eye was visible.
That eye was completely different from the evil embryo in the previous altar.
The one in the jar is black, thick, and takes its form from a shell; but this eye is white to the point of being bluish, with a faint gray tinge in the bluish color.
His eyes were surprisingly small, like those of a small, undeveloped animal, yet the whites of his eyes were inlaid with extremely fine red veins.
It's as if countless meridians are secretly growing inside.
Even more bizarrely, the first thing the eye saw upon opening was not Lu Yuan, nor the lamp, but the corpse of Tie Suanpan.
As if recognizing an abacus, it slightly shifted its eyes, turning them slightly towards the direction of the corpse.
Lu Yuan understood almost at the same moment.
Iron Abacus guards more than just the gate.
He himself is a "pathfinder" nurtured by this eye bed.
Now that the Iron Abacus is dead, the Eye Embryo has lost half of its fleshy clues, which is why it borrows corpses, doors, and hands to feel its way outwards.
"It's looking for the line left by the abacus," Lin Zhaoxuan whispered.
Lu Yuan nodded, his eyes as cold as ice: "Then let's not let it search."
"Move the body away, don't let it get wet."
Wang Chengan and Xu Erxiao immediately went to carry away Tie Suanpan's body.
The moment the two touched, the corpse twitched violently, as if it still had some breath left.
Xu Erxiao's hand trembled in fright, almost letting go. Wang Cheng'an quickly lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic, Brother Lu said to move it further away!"
The two of them worked together to drag Tie Suanpan's body back three steps, and were about to put it against the wall when a very light knock sounded on the door.
"Thump, thump".
This time, it wasn't as rushed as before, nor did it seem like it was probing the door; it was more like it was coordinating with some kind of rhythm.
Lu Yuan felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp and almost instinctively looked up at the door.
On the door panel, where he had previously stabbed with the tip of his knife, another face print slowly emerged.
This time it's not a wet face.
Instead, it was a gaunt, old face that clung tightly to the wood grain.
There was no white in his eyes, only a very thin slit, as if he had just been forcibly pried open from his slumber.
"There's one more bite."
Lu Yuan suddenly realized: "That thing outside the door didn't come alone."
"It's here to catch the breath of the eye below."
Lin Zhaoxuan's expression tightened: "So, the outside and the underground were originally connected?"
"Yes," Lu Yuan said. "That face outside the door is a guard planted here in the early years."
"With the Iron Abacus dead, half the guard has been lost, and now the Underground True Eye Bed wants to borrow it from here."
"That thing outside the door is either the old guardian spirit or a substitute left behind by Tie Suanpan."
As he finished speaking, the murderous intent in his eyes deepened.
"Anyway, they're all bad."
The image of the gaunt face outside the door became clearer and clearer, until finally half of the bridge of the nose slowly emerged from the wood grain.
The movement looked slow, but it was actually extremely frightening, like a thin layer of skin growing out of the door panel.
Wang Cheng'an felt a chill run down his spine and whispered, "Brother Lu, how about we seal the door shut first?"
"It can't be sealed off." Lu Yuan said decisively, "It and the underground are each other's mouth and nose. Sealing it off completely will only force all the air back underground, and the eyeball will roll back even faster."
"To break them, you have to let them bite each other first."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and kicked the pottery jar that had been sealed with bone nails to the front of the door.
"Qinghe, keep up with the lamp."
"Cheng'an, sprinkle cinnabar into the rim of the jar."
"Second Brother, cut the salt line by one inch, leaving an opening."
"Zhou Heng, drag the abacus towards the door!"
"Lin Zhaoxuan, play your cards with me!"
Although the group did not understand what he was going to do, they still acted immediately.
As soon as the pottery jar reached the door, an even heavier cloud of black smoke immediately billowed out of its mouth.
As soon as the black mist emerged, the gaunt face outside the door seemed to smell something fishy, and the bridge of its nose on the door panel suddenly bulged forward a few degrees.
"Okay." Lu Yuan's eyes flashed. "This is the one."
He strode forward and suddenly slammed the rim of the earthenware jar hard with the back of his knife.
"Click."
A thin crack appeared at the mouth of the can.
As soon as the door opened, the black hair that had been trapped inside seemed to come alive and burst out, one end of which lunged straight at the door panel, as if searching for the face outside.
At the same moment, the face outside the door pressed down on them.
Two wisps of yin energy, one inside and one outside, collided right in front of the door crack.
"laugh"
A very thin and long, strange sound suddenly exploded between the door panel and the pottery jar.
In that instant, the old face imprint on the door panel and the black hair spewing from the pottery jar seemed to intertwine like two snakes, neither willing to back down first.
The knocking outside the door suddenly became chaotic, and the white eye on the ground also shrank sharply.
This was exactly what Lu Yuan had been waiting for.
He turned around abruptly, grabbed the iron abacus, and slammed it down on the black wooden plaque with all his might.
"Open it!"
He hissed, "It's not opening your eyes, it's exposing your past!"
The moment the abacus was slammed down, the grayish-white membrane beneath the black wooden plaque cracked open with a "snap."
A thin layer of milky white liquid oozed from the crevice, resembling amniotic fluid or eye discharge, with an intensely fishy and cold taste.
Song Qinghe's face turned pale instantly, and she couldn't help but take a half step back.
"Don't back down."
Lu Yuandao said, "As soon as you retreat, it will follow the flow of energy to find you."
Song Qinghe bit her lip and stood still.
The milky white liquid flowed more and more, and finally half of the eyelid's outline was fully revealed.
It wasn't big, even a little eeriely small, like an eyeball that hadn't fully opened, slowly arching up from under the soil membrane.
But it is precisely because of this that it chills people to the bone. It is not a god in the making, but a calamity in the process of taking shape.
"What do we do now?" Zhou Heng asked urgently.
Lu Yuan looked at the half-exposed eye socket and suddenly didn't answer immediately.
He remained silent for a moment, as if weighing the final outcome.
Then, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Wang Chengan, Xu Erxiao, Song Qinghe, and then over Lin Zhaoxuan.
Finally, it landed on the thin, yin-yang gap between the black wooden plaque and the door panel.
"Iron Abacus is completely dead," he said. "This defensive road is about to be cut off."
"But the embryo hasn't fully woken up yet."
"It wants to use the face outside the door to come out, while the face outside the door wants to use it to turn back."
"They're all fighting for that last breath."
Lin Zhaoxuan said in a low voice, "You want them to wear each other down?"
Lu Yuan nodded: "Yes."
Lu Yuan raised his hand, pointed to the broken handle on the ground, then to the cracked pottery jar in front of the door, and finally to the corpse of Tie Suanpan.
"A hand can guide qi, a hair can guide a door, and a corpse can find its way."
"I lined them all up and let them fight over them."
"Once we manage to snatch it, we'll take advantage of the moment when they're fighting each other to nail the real eye bed back on."
His voice suddenly turned cold as he said this: "We must wipe out all the survivors in this place today."
"The death of the iron-fisted abacus is only the first step."
"If we don't take back that real eye bed, none of us will get out of here safely."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, but they all understood that there was no way out at this moment.
Lu Yuan said no more, and bent down to rearrange the four items—the abacus, the handle, the pottery jar, and the black wooden plaque—into an extremely narrow square.
The black wooden plaque is in the center, the pottery jar is in front, the iron abacus is on the left, and the hand is on the right.
Then press down one corner with salt, cinnabar, and black ash, forcing the half-open eye in the center.
"Cheng'an, lower the lamp by half an inch."
"Second Little One, add another layer of salt."
"Qinghe, don't start the fire, just keep it calm."
"Zhou Heng, hold down the body of the iron abacus, don't let its heels touch the ground."
"Lin Zhaoxuan, wait for my command, and draw the card at any time!"
The group was working up a sweat, but none of them dared to slack off.
The half-open eye of the antagonist stirred slightly in the center of the room, as if sensing something amiss. Its eyeball shifted gently, glancing at the corpse of the Iron Abacus.
Although the iron abacus was dead, its corpse still exuded a sense of familiarity. That sense of familiarity was exactly what it wanted to borrow.
At the same time, the gaunt face outside the door also began to get anxious, and the door was knocked twice, as if the thing outside was urging them on.
Lu Yuan saw it clearly, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "It's good that you're in a hurry."
He suddenly raised his knife, the tip pointing directly at the center of the gun, and shouted in a deep voice, "Fire!"
Almost at the same moment he finished speaking, the gaunt face outside the door jerked violently, and the black-haired man lunged forward at the same time.
Meanwhile, the eyeballs in the center of the case seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly bulged out, white liquid splashed out, and a thin white thread suddenly stretched out towards the body of the iron abacus.
"They're here!" Zhou Heng shouted sharply.
Lu Yuan remained calm and, as was prepared, kicked over the abacus.
The moment the abacus was flipped over, the indentations on the bottom of the plate aligned perfectly with the white thread, like a pre-prepared lock, forcibly holding the white thread in place for half a breath.
In that brief moment, Lu Yuan flipped the bone nail in his left hand, and plunged the short knife in his right hand into the base of the black wooden plaque, shouting sharply, "Lin Zhaoxuan, pull it out!"
Lin Zhaoxuan had already prepared himself. Upon hearing the sound, he clasped his hands together, grabbed the edge of the black wooden plaque, and pulled it upwards with great force.
With a "click," the black wooden plaque was pulled halfway out of the ground.
The grayish-white membrane underneath was suddenly torn open, and white liquid splashed out with a "whoosh," revealing a fist-sized fleshy fetal core inside.
The thing resembled an eye, or perhaps a heart, its surface covered with extremely fine red threads, still pulsating slightly.
Song Qinghe turned pale and almost couldn't stand up.
Lu Yuan's eyes were extremely cold.
"That's it."
"True eye embryonic bud".
As soon as he finished speaking, the gaunt face outside the door suddenly let out a shrill cry, and the door shook violently.
At the same time, the black hair inside the pottery jar burst open, and the corpse of the iron abacus twitched violently, as if trying to return to its original form. Three heads and three paths simultaneously lunged at the heart of the situation.
But this was exactly the moment Lu Yuan had been waiting for.
"Cheng'an, Zhusha Pomen!"
"Second Brother, smash the salt on the jar!"
"Qinghe, shine the light on the embryonic core!"
"Zhou Heng, raise the body!"
"Lin Zhaoxuan, break the black wooden plaque!"
The commands came down in rapid succession, and the group acted almost simultaneously.
When cinnabar was splashed on the door, white smoke immediately rose from the face outside.
The salt splattered on the jar's opening, making Yin's dark hair look like it had been scalded and shriveled into a ball.
The light from the oil lamp shone on the embryonic core, and the pulsating fleshy core immediately emitted a very fine and sharp tremor.
Zhou Heng and Wang Cheng'an worked together to lift Tie Suanpan's body off the ground, ending his last bit of familiarity with the path.
Lin Zhaoxuan then picked up the black wooden plaque and snapped it sharply to the side.
"Snap!"
The black wooden plaque split in two with a snap.
At the very moment the wooden plaque cracked, the eyeball shrank violently, followed by a sharp, teeth-grinding crack, as if the meridians inside had been torn apart alive.
The gaunt face outside the door suddenly twisted, as if being pulled inward by something, its entire face sinking into the door panel.
The door, the jar, the corpse, and the fetus—all four paths were simultaneously thwarted.
A glint flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes; he knew it had worked.
"Now!" he roared, "Push them all back!"
Instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the broken black wooden plaque and iron abacus with both hands simultaneously, and slammed them hard against the eye socket.
"Using an old name to overshadow new ones."
"Using a dead plate to seal a living fetus."
"I'll use the abacus—a dead end—to block your path to survival!"
"go back!"
In that instant, all the yin energy in the bureau's heart seemed to be suddenly twisted.
The eye-shaped embryonic core burst forth with a white mist, from which faint sounds like an infant's cry could be heard, or like a scream of someone being forcibly pulled back into their shell.
The face outside the door suddenly deflated, and the black-haired man's penis also relaxed.
"Bomb One"
Suddenly, a muffled echo came from underground, as if something enormous had turned over in the deepest part of the earth.
It sounded like a muffled groan when an eye is forced back into the ground.
The walls of the cellar trembled slightly, then gradually fell silent.
That blindingly white light finally dimmed little by little.
Song Qinghe held the lamp, her hands trembling so much they were almost weak, but she still managed to keep the fire burning.
Xu Erxiao was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, his voice hoarse: "Brother Lu—is he holding it in?"
Lu Yuan did not answer immediately.
He remained kneeling, one hand on the broken wooden plaque and the other on the abacus, sweat trickling down his temples, his face almost transparently pale.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled, his voice low and deep, as if squeezed from his chest: "I managed to suppress the first breath."
"But this place isn't completely dead yet."
Lin Zhaoxuan looked at him: "What's left?"
Lu Yuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the broken surface of the black wooden plaque.
The cross-section contained no wood core or wormholes, only layers of extremely fine white lines, interwoven to resemble the outline of a human face shrunk countless times.
And at the very center of that face's outline, there was a barely visible black dot.
The black dot was so small, as small as a speck of ink.
But as soon as Lu Yuan saw it, his expression darkened to the lowest point.
"There's one more bite," he said softly. "The true form may not be in this game."
"The iron abacus, the black jar, the black wooden plaque, and the true eye embryonic core are all just layers of its shell that fell to the ground."
"Its true form is probably even further down there."
Zhou Heng felt a chill run down his spine: "Further down—there's more?"
Lu Yuan nodded, the coldness in his eyes deepening inch by inch: "Yes."
"Moreover, it already knows I'm here."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at both the now quiet door panel and the deeper underground.
In that glance, there was not a trace of fear, only an almost uncontrollable fierceness.
The abacus is dead, but the game is not over yet.
The bed was pressed back down, and the thing underneath had only just raised its eyes.
Lu Yuan knew that the next time someone spoke up, it probably wouldn't be that little brat outside the door trying to inquire.
That would be the deeper, older, and more unreasonable bite.
He stood up, slowly sheathed his sword, and said in a low, steady voice, "Take this place."
"Iron Abacus's body will be sealed separately."
"Wipe away the face stains on the door with black ash."
"The cross-section of the black wooden plaque was first wrapped in red paper, then pressed with salt."
"I'm not leaving tonight."
"We'll stay in this cellar until dawn."
Wang Chengan and Xu Erxiao were both taken aback, then nodded emphatically.
"I'll listen to Brother Lu."
"Alright, Brother Lu."
Song Qinghe also steadied herself and replied in a low voice, "I will guard the lamp."
Lin Zhaoxuan glanced at Lu Yuan, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply said, "I'll go watch the door."
Lu Yuan hummed in agreement, but his gaze remained fixed on the black dot on the cross-section of the black wooden plaque.
He knew this was not the end.
This is just pressing an eye that has just opened back into the soil.
And that truly evil thing beneath the earth will open its eyes a second time sooner or later.
But it's okay.
Now that the Iron Abacus is dead, one less evil root has been eliminated from this game.
Next, it was Lu Yuan's turn to thoroughly investigate this sanctuary, inch by inch.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes as cold as the mountain wind at night.
We'll see.