Chapter 92: The Unknown Contents of the Bamboo Scrolls

Chapter 92: The Unknown Contents of the Bamboo Scrolls

Seeing Du Sixian being close to An Qing, Lu Yibei had a bad premonition in his heart.

Although the Night Division Records state that there is a psychic connection between the Master and the Dependent, they never once state that the Dependents arent allowed to betray their Master.

Realistically, if one were to be marked, wouldnt they find a way to get rid of the mark, no matter the cost?

Yibei gulped. In his head, there was no doubt that Sixian had spilt all the beans on An Qing. Then hed be locked up in the nearest mental hospital and die a lonely, lonely death.

Looking around, there was nowhere to hide. Am I forced to fight them? How do I transform during the day?

T-theyre getting closer; oh my god, what do I do? I I

An Qing and Sixian were already right in front of him, and he immediately shut his eyes, clenching his fists as if he had been caught doing something bad.

And yet, it was silent.

Ah, let me introduce the both of you to each other; this is Lu Yibei. He joined us just a few weeks ago. An Qing smiled. And Yibei, this is Du Sixian.

Lu Yibei, right? Sixian smiled; her bright eyes greeted his own dull ones as she stretched her hand out. Nice to meet you!

Lu Yibei nodded and gulped: She she doesnt recognise me?

Yibeis hand clung to his side, and An Qing let out a laugh as she patted Sixians shoulder: Dont worry about him! He was a bit weird back then too, but hell warm up to you in the future!

Lets head inside; as long as you pass the first time, youll become an official member of the Night Division.

An Qing pulled Sixian away, and Yibei continued staring forward, relieved.

Before he could leave, Jianglis voice faintly drifted into his ears.

Youre being strange, she asked inquisitively. She had been watching the ordeal the entire time.

Was I?

She nodded, and she held her chin as she spoke: When you saw that girl, you were strangely stiff, and you were staring into her eyes Its as if

As if?

Its as if you have a crush on her! she deduced. Are you that shy? You didnt even shake her hand.

His fear immediately morphed into hurt: Do I really seem that much of a virgin?

In order to avoid suspicion, he swallowed his pride and nodded: How did you know? Shes exactly my type, like the girl of my dreams.

Speaking of a girl in his dreams, his brain seemed to buzz a little.

His intuition felt as if something important was being relayed to him, but it was vague, like a passing memory fading with the wind. He tried hard to recall, but his thoughts were interrupted by Jiangli.

Jiangli sighed as she recalled their conversation. He was like a doting father, paving the best way possible for his son, and a tinge of envy graced her heart.

When Lu Yibei left Peony Street, it was already five in the afternoon. He hurriedly hailed a taxi and rushed back to his apartment.

He let out a silent curse as he stared out the window. It was rush hour, and the traffic was getting worse.

Peering at the rear-view mirror, he could see that the driver was a quiet young man. Strangely quiet, which made him miss the talkative Zhang Shan.

He began to ponder.

Something was trying to communicate with me about a dream.

What did I dream about last night?

The people were calling for me and I was back at that rooftop and

He shut his eyes tightly, attempting to remember his dream. However, his brain was like a fog, and no recollection came to him.

When he opened his eyes, he was back at his apartment.

Were here.

Yibei sighed as he paid the tab and went straight to the rooftop.

Its important, but I just cant remember.

5:30 in the afternoon, at the University, where Professor Mas office resides.

A boy in a white coat hurried forward with a stack of documents he wore a pair of round-framed glasses with thick lenses, and his slightly curly hair was a mess. His thin stature wobbled as he walked, causing his clothes to wrinkle with every step.

Pushing open the door to Professor Mas office, he hurriedly said, Professor, the analysis is out. Come take a look; I think something is wrong.

The Professor was in a daze, with various papers and documents scattered around him. His eyes were trained on the words on a peculiar bamboo scroll, constantly comparing and contrasting the words written there.

Ceremony Guideline Is this a ritual for sacrifice?

The more he read, the more his brain started to buzz, as if he were drunk. He swore he could hear whispers that tickled at his ear.

He came back to his senses when the student walked directly in front of his line of sight.

Oh, apologies. Lu Xu, what were you saying?

Professor, the ink used on the bamboo scrolls has been analysed, and you should take a look for yourself.

The Professor furrowed his eyebrows and took the document from his hands. The analysis of the inks and pigments used is very important when studying ancient texts like these. Through component analysis, one can deduce the level of technology and standard of living and, ultimately, their culture.

The content of the report seemed normal; plants and minerals were commonly used as pigments for the ink, but the last column read [Unknown].