Bao Gucheng’s slender hand reached for the spike that nailed the Si snake to the coffin.
That was once his subordinate, someone he personally enlisted, trained day and night, grooming him into a core elite, amassing countless meritorious deeds for the Empire.
In the end, he silently perished in such a desolate place.
And was cruelly nailed in the coffin.
Who was the perpetrator?
One must know that the Si snake’s single combat ability alone could rival a special training regiment; ordinary people couldn’t possibly trap him.
Moreover, the capabilities of the others in the five coffins were on par with the Si snake.
To trap these six people, unless employing an unimaginable... massive force or someone they wouldn’t guard against, then the goal could be achieved.
Bao Gucheng closed his eyes; though his face showed no expression, his long lashes unknowingly turned slightly moist.
He wanted to bring his brothers home.
Cannot allow their bones to chill, left lonely in such wilderness.
His long fingers grasped the spike, exerting strength through his fingertips, suddenly pulling out the rusted steel nail!
Lightning split half the night sky.
The tail of the lightning struck directly towards the valley where they stood!
In front of everyone’s eyes was a piercing pain, causing them to involuntarily close their eyes.
Chen Long was taken aback as he found Bao Gucheng unconscious beside the stone coffin, still tightly holding that extracted spike.
The rough men’s heart-wrenching shouts echoed in the valley.
The torrential rain, as if tears of the heavens, finally poured down after the lightning.
Because of the downpour, Xi Zuzi for the first time didn’t sleep on the peach branch but instead was resting in her elder brother’s room on the seventh floor, arranged by Gu Qiusha.
Bao Gucheng’s Jade Pendant, belt, pen, and blue-blood watch emperor... were arranged in a circle around the pillow.
Watching this, Fu Xiqin clucked his tongue in wonder:
"Little Ancestor, is this your newly invented hypnosis Array?"
"Little Ancestor, I see those other pieces of scrap metal are worthless; only the Jade Pendant seems to have some history to it."
"Little Ancestor, do you kind of jade? How about I dig up a few from the master’s grave for you!"
"Little Ancestor... ow! Uh uh..." How come I can’t speak anymore?
Fu Xiqin looked pleadingly towards his dear Brother Jin for help.
The little crow glared angrily at a certain foolish Fu Xiqin who had been muted by Xi Zuzi.
Hmph, Ancestor doesn’t care for your master.
The Ancestor’s current exclusive favoritism is for a little boy, you fool.
"Ancestor, the rain is heavy outside, shall I pull the curtain to prevent discomfort from the moisture?" The little crow attentively consulted.
Xi Zuzi had been somewhat dispirited all evening.
She waved her hand: "No need."
Her gaze constantly wandered through the French windows, through the waterfall-like torrential rain, reaching the distant, indistinct Qingcheng Mountain.
The little crow brought over the "Ancient Poetry Selection": "Ancestor, how about reading some poetry? Xiao Jin found a particularly strong one today, shall I read it for you?"
Xi Zuzi still showed a lack of interest: "Not interested."
The little crow felt puzzled.
Ancestor had recently been very fond of studying poetry, fervently curious and eager to learn, so what on earth was going on tonight?
It surely couldn’t be sorrow over the adversary lying dead in the East Sea.
Missing the little boy?!
The little crow had an epiphany, smiling cheekily: "Ancestor, the little boy said last time, he’d be back to accomplish things in two or three days and would properly kiss you again. Xiao Jin calculated that he should be back by tomorrow, right?"
Fu Xiqin, being muted, felt utterly tormented, unable to partake in such big gossip discussion!
— Did the master die, and has the Little Ancestor set sights on a new breeding object?!
— Bigger, longer, and stronger than the master?!
Ah ah ah not being able to talk is killing me!