Rule The Dark Tomb was all dark and gray while only the Tomb Palace was bright red. It stood on the edge of the Dark Tomb like a giant beast and appeared very publicized, disallowing people ignoring its existence.
Both Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng didn"t enter the Tomb Palace through its main entrance, but through a remote side door.
Once inside, Yang s.h.i.+shu, Huang Yan, and Su Dong"s breathing changed. Instead of being in control, they grew reserved as if afraid of something.
Unlike the lively red outside, the interior of the Tomb Palace was mostly dark, with black walls, black brick-paved paths, and black robes worn by the surrounding followers. They were fully concentrated, as if they didn"t see Qin Mo and the others, each minding their own business and continuing doing their own things.
Yang s.h.i.+shu hurried around several corridors with Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng until he came to a remote and quiet courtyard. The courtyard looked desolate from the outside, with only one dying old tree standing in the middle, and from time to time, a few dead leaves falling from it.
"Both of you will live here from now on." Yang s.h.i.+shu"s tone was still indifferent. Afterwards, he prepared to leave the place. Halfway through, he turned around and looked straight at Lin Zizheng. His tone contained no emotion, "If you regret now, there is still time."
Lin Zizheng laughed lowly. Even though his face was smiling, his eyes were not. He didn"t reply.
Yang s.h.i.+shu"s expression remained the same, but his eyes flashed a dark light, obviously angry. He flung his sleeves and said nothing more, leaving with the two men behind him. Following Yang s.h.i.+shu, Su Dong looked back at Lin Zizheng with a mocking smile.
Seeing it, Lin Zizheng fingertips moved and a black smoke entered the bodies of Su Dong and Huang Yan beside him. Lin Zizheng"s eyes were dark and the corner of his lips curved upward. Although he still couldn"t use spiritual power here, he could still use other means. For example, both of the two were as good as dead.
After the three left, the whole courtyard was instantly quiet. A moment later, a rustling sound came from the corner and a thin man emerged from the house next to them.
He sized up both of them and felt Qin Mo"s cold aura that repelled people to a thousand miles distance. Finally, the man looked at Lin Zizheng with a smile and said carefully, "Did you two also get caught by them?" He paused and lightened his voice a lot.
The smile on Lin Zizheng"s face became more and more brilliant. His eyes shone as if a ray of suns.h.i.+ne fell on him, exuding a warm feeling, "Yes."
As soon as Lin Zizheng swept past him, he found that several people were all standing inside the house and watching them secretly through the door crack. He quietly took back his sight and looked at the thin man before him.
The man"s originally nervous mood slowly eased. Looking at Lin Zizheng"s bright smile, his face turned a little red, "Tomb Palace is becoming more and more domineering."
Once he finished, the man clenched his fists and an angry color rose on his face. When he saw their doubtful eyes, he sighed, "Follow me inside."
Lin Zizheng held Qin Mo"s hand. When he noticed the man didn"t struggle away, an inexpressible joy slowly surged within his heart. He pulled on Qin Mo"s hand and walked into the house with the thin man.
The moment they stepped inside, Lin Zizheng"s eyebrows wrinkled. The room wasn"t huge and there were two rows of long connecting plank beds inside. It was sat by many people staring at them.
This kind of setup wasn"t uncommon. When he was an outer disciple in Yunqing Sect, he slept in this kind of connecting plank beds. More than a dozen people crowded together. Even if it was uncomfortable, he could bear it. But now, Lin Zizheng peeked at Qin Mo beside him.
Qin Mo"s white clothes were spry and lively. Even if he didn"t say a word, he always had a sense of n.o.bility beyond anything, which was incompatible with the environment here.
The previous thin man also noticed this problem. His face showed some embarra.s.sment. He secretly glanced at Qin Mo and said, "Both of you are in those large families from the outside of the Dark Tomb. We were born in the Dark Tomb and caught by the Tomb Palace as soon as we reached adulthood."
Neither Qin Mo nor Lin Zizheng spoke. Qin Mo never enjoyed talking while Lin Zizheng showed a smile on his face as if he were listening to them patiently.
"Chi, whether they were children of a large family, as long as they came here, they are the same as us. Those with slightly better qualifications get caught as slaves and those with slightly worse qualifications were asked to enter the Black Cavern."
A laugh suddenly erupted beside him. A man with messy hair slowly emerged from the quilt. He looked at them from the corner of his eyes and casually said.
"It"s better to stand together than be alone." The skinny man"s eyebrows wrinkled, speaking somewhat unhappily.
"What"s good about it? We only have one end here. Death!" The man"s tone had a sense of accepting his fate. When he finished, he staggered away from the room.
The whole room became quiet. There was an unspeakable depression in the air, even the previously thin man stopped talking.
"What exactly is this Black Cavern?" A cold voice suddenly broke the silence. Only then did people realize that the speaker was Qin Mo who had been silent this entire time.
"Black Cavern…" Just speaking of these words, the thin man"s face portrayed deep fear. He opened his mouth but didn"t utter a word. Finally, he only mumbled, "When you enter tomorrow, you will know what that place is… Ai, the few people who enter the Black Cavern never have a good end."
Having said these words, he was no longer interested in opening his mouth. He shook his head and sat down among the crowd.
Qin Mo"s eyebrows wrinkled and his mind agitated. At that moment, his right hand was gently pulled up and then wrapped in a warm place. He turned his head and saw Lin Zizheng standing beside him holding his hand tightly. Lin Zizheng gave him a gentle smile when he noticed Qin Mo"s gaze.
Qin Mo"s frown slowly unfolded and his mind was still.
When Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng arrived, it was close to noon. It was time for lunch. Before the two of them could sit down, they heard a shrill cry outside of the door. "Come out and eat."
At that moment, everyone"s expression in the room became urgent. They looked at each other and quickly got up. Not caring to arrange their appearance, they all rushed out in a hurry.
The house"s door wasn"t big but there were many people running through it. For a while, all of them were blocked at the door.
"Scram!" The thin man, who had stood in the middle and explained to Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng patiently earlier, now had a fierce expression on his face. A strong force suddenly broke out of his weak body, pus.h.i.+ng several people around him to the ground and rus.h.i.+ng out of the door in excitement.
Several people who were knocked down by him shouted loudly and immediately got up and rushed out of the door.
Watching this rather dramatic scene before him, it stunned Qin Mo. Seeing that the room that was just full of people was empty, he turned to Lin Zizheng and went out with him.
A burst of "ping ping pong pong" sound of the tapping bowls and chopsticks constantly rung out in the yard. Qin Mo walked outside and saw them eating deliciously with slightly worn-out porcelain bowls in their hands.
Seeing the two, they moved their bodies and covered their bowls closely. As if they were afraid that Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng would steal their food.
"Lowlives, these are yours. Catch!" The sharp voice sounded at one side, and a flying object came from the side. Qin Mo looked at it and his pupils shrank slightly.
A man was standing under the dead tree in front of him. He was dressed in rather delicate clothes, obviously different from this group of people. Looking at Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng, his eyes showed a strong disdain.
He raised his right foot and stroke hard under it. The porcelain bowl at his foot was kicked, and it flew in Qin Mo"s direction at a high speed. He shouted, "Lowlife is a lowlife, dare to offend senior Su Dong."
The air on the edge of the porcelain bowl kept shaking. The man used his full strength to kick. The faces of the feasting people around them displayed a tinge of panic. They tightly guarded the food in their hands and retreated one after another.
Qin Mo snorted coldly, the chilly light in his eyes surged and the nascent spiritual power around him began to vibrate. He clenched his right hand and a huge palm slowly formed before him. This was the trick that Huang Yan once used. He observed Huang Yan"s movements during that time and noticed that this trick focused on the condensation and circulation of nascent spiritual power.
The huge palm fanned in the porcelain bowl"s direction. The bowl circled several times in mid-air. Under the startled eyes of all, it turned its direction and attacked the man with the palm.
The bowl hit the man"s chest first, with a crisp "kshh" sound, the porcelain bowl broke into a sky of debris and burst out. Under this powerful force, the man"s body was shocked and moved back dozens of meters.
"Dong!" a loud m.u.f.fled noise came from the yard. The palm attacked followed the bowl and patted the man"s chest. The man"s clothes split inches by inches, revealing the damaged chest under. The man felt similarly damaged in his mind, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and he stepped back with his body in a sorry state.
"Lowlife, you dare to hurt me!" The man steadied his figure looking at Qin Mo with vicious eyes.
As soon as his voice fell, he quickly left the area and roared, "Just you wait."
After this brief encounter, he understood that he wasn"t Qin Mo"s opponent. But Dark Tomb"s rules were strict, so he could only leave this sentence in a hurry.
Qin Mo slowly retreated his hand and looked at the man leaving with no intention of pursuing it. Lin Zizheng"s expression darkened. He looked at the distance with gloomy eyes.
"Why… Why didn"t you kill him?" The thin man who had been hiding on the side slowly gathered around Qin Mo and asked with some caution.
"Why should I kill him?" Qin Mo lifted his gaze and his tone was doubtful. Now he was in the Tomb Palace and killing Tomb Palace"s servants immediately seemed improper.
Looking at Qin Mo"s expression and thinking of his amazing, powerful value, the weak man swallowed his saliva and said, "Neither of you know since you first came to the Tomb Palace, but this place respects the strong. As long as you can kill him, you can take his place with no trouble."
"Is that right?" Qin Mo lowered his sight and landed on his jade-like hand. No one knew what he was thinking.
As Qin Mo no longer spoke, the thin man slowly retreated and dared not to face Qin Mo again.
Translator(s): Teo
Editor(s): Dark
Proofer(s): Sarah