Lie Huo Jiao Chou Volume 2 Chapter 39

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What can't that old man not give up?

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      Sheng Lingyuan was stupefied for a long time. He suddenly thought of something and muttered "not good," before turning to chase after Xuan Ji.

      However, in this modern luxurious hotel, even native people of this era with a bad sense of direction could get confused, how could a mere ancient man know the way?

      Sheng Lingyuan was dazzled by the 'talking' corridor and was forced to 'listen' to the sounds all around the corner. He got into the elevator after much struggle, but the complicated floor list made him confused —— This hotel was located on the top of a city building, from the fourth floor and below, they were all called "Something-Something Hall". He didn't know Arabic numerals nor English words, so he had to follow his intuition and press the bottom floor.

      Generally speaking, if one's mind was too deep, he would think about everything, and his intuition would usually be incorrect.

      Sheng Lingyuan was first startled by the elevator that lit up then moved once the button was pressed, then, he was directly pulled into the dark underground parking lot.

      The smell of gasoline gave Bixia a headache, and in a moment, he became even more confused. At the same time, a security guard on duty conveniently went to pee, then made an inspection round. When he saw a figure from a long distance, he pointed the flashlight over. 

      This was probably his ill fate, when the guard raised his flashlight, he saw a figure with messy hair standing in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night, and there was even blood on his body!

      The security guard was scared to death. Before Sheng Lingyuan could open his mouth and ask for directions, the guard made a strange cry. All his limbs flopped out in the air exactly like a dog's swimming posture. He howled and 'swam' away like a torpedo.

      Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

      Xuan Ji didn't go to the front desk —— the signal in the hotel wasn't very good. Xiao Zheng on the phone was going in and out of service, so he went sightseeing on the smoking area on the sixth floor.

      At this time, Xiao Zheng was at the brightly-lit shaman grave.

      Half of the mountain had collapsed, almost all the artificial trees and grass used to hide it from the people's eyes and ears had been burned out. The water of the lake where the altar resided flowed to some lower places, entering the holes bombarded by mithrils and temporarily formed another 'lake'.

      Six water-type field workers divided up and stood on three helicopters which circled above the shaman grave. At the same time, they 'pulled' the water from the ground. The lake water was like a cloth which was 'pulled' up to the sky.

      On the ground, the field workers were divided into several groups, searching on both sides of the 'water curtain', it was like searching under a carpet.

      Xiao Zheng followed Director Huang's order and urgently summoned all the field workers that could come from the surrounding areas. Half of them went to arrest the disciples and great-disciplines of Lord Yue De and the rest gathered at the shaman grave and blocked off the whole area. 

      They quickly came to investigate the scene, to handle the dangerous relics of the shaman tribe, to make sure that when someone came again, there would be no hidden dangers left, and most importantly  —— to find the bronze coffin that was submerged after the tremor.

      Another devil had been awakened by the gloomy sacrifice, and compared to the last one, he was even more demonic and his mental state was not stable... just thinking about this was terrifying.

      First of all, the gloomy sacrifice wasn't something common on the streets. There were only a few words on this in the Deviant Control Office's top secret files and even Dr. Wang only knew a bit here and there. Bi Chunsheng, along with the mustached Ji Qingchen, either had their special abilities awakened in adulthood or were just scummy grave robbers. How did they come into contact with this kind of thing?

      And this so-called 'shaman tribe,' or whoever appeared before at Chiyuan, they were extremely dangerous and their origin was a mystery. If the gloomy sacrifice was manipulated by someone hidden in the dark, that person was absolutely qualified to be a doctoral instructor of the Department of Archaeology.

      The people in the Deviant Control Office couldn't figure it out —— how did he know where all the great devils were buried?

      But now the most crucial problem was even though the field investigation team had calculated the possible position of the bronze coffin according to Xuan Ji's description, Xiao Zheng had led people from the surrounding areas to search around eight times and still didn't even find a piece of copper rust!

      "Are you sure?" Xiao Zheng held up his phone while stepping carefully over the rubbles and white bones, "I'm currently near the ruins of the stone altar, there are traces of the sacrificial writing on these rubbles, but where is the coffin?"

      "It should be, right?" Xuan Ji said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Try finding it again?"

      "It should be." was questionable enough, and then he even had to add "right?"! This irresponsible asshole bastard, who is the support team here!

      Xiao Zheng was about to teach him, but then he listened to this goods' words and hated that he couldn't turn into a spray gun: "I've lost a bunch of keys and also a mobile phone. You... "

      "Director Xiao!" All of a sudden, a field worker not far away held up the searchlight in his hand, "Look!"

      The Field Division of the Deviant Control Office was equipped with the "fourth-generation searchlight" —— It was as big as a household flashlight which could produce a soft white light beam, and if it encountered an object with an abnormal energy, the light would turn from white to red. This thing had a high sensitivity, it was said that when the light was directed to the ground, it could detect a mutated grass 100 meters underneath.

      When Xiao Zheng looked up, he saw that the beams of several search lights were concentrated on a vacant lot. Where the white light descended, there was a rectangle on the ground, which suddenly turned bloody red. Looking at the size, it was exactly like a coffin.

      "Isn't this the mark left by the coffin?" The field worker who held the light approached, "But director, this isn't right!"

      Of course, this wasn't right. The "searchlight" was used to detect abnormal energy responses, even if the bronze coffin had once been a fireball, it had been moved away for half a day, it should have been cold by now, how could the color be like this?

      Moreover, for a bronze coffin of that size, whether washed away by water or moved away by people, the ground should have some dragging traces, but this was too neat, too orderly.

      "Be careful. There may be something on the ground."

      As soon as Xiao Zheng finished, the dark clouds on the top of the mountain were blown away by the wind, the faint moonlight leaked from the crack of the cloud and landed squarely on the coffin traces. The ground seemed to have a reaction; a layer of white fog suddenly appeared, and the field workers retreated two meters.

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