Chapter 537: Open Coffin

Chapter 537: Open Coffin

In the mural, an unclothed child sat amid countless thin black lines. They appeared to be three or four, and they had black hair and black eyes. The way they sat kept their genitalia covered. They radiated bright light with a pure smile on their face.

Although the paint used for the mural was dark and desaturated, the end product looked unusually holy.

Gao Yang noticed that the black lines hadn’t touched the kid, but instead shied away from them and spread to other directions, extending to the third side of the obelisk.

By then, the others had all gotten drawn by what was depicted by the murals, and they moved left around the obelisk together.

Amid the strange black lines was another three or four years old child crawling on the ground. Their sex was still impossible to determine. Unlike the first child, they had silver hair and red eyes, the corners of their mouth downturned, looking sad and dejected.

The black lines didn’t grapple the child, but one line did pierce through their heart like a needle.

“Spectre,” Qing Ling identified. The silver hair and red eyes were too identifiable.

“Forlorn Ghost.” Lithe Snake spoke their full name.

“Yeah, must be one.” War Tiger concluded the same thing. “Edmond said that life monsters can give birth to three different creatures, which must be what are depicted by the obelisk.”

“Aren’t Spectres born with curses?” Gray Bear noticed the line. “Is the black line piercing them the curse?” Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Nine Frost nodded. “Seems so.”

Gao Yang’s heart pounded, his face pale. He had to quietly use Psychic Armor to calm himself down.

He continued forward, finally getting to the fourth side of the obelisk, the final mural.

It also depicted a crawling child at three or four whose sex couldn’t be told, but the child wasn’t a normal creature, but a shape consisting of the black lines—or they could be said to be the black lines themselves.

Their face, formed by black lines, had only a pair of empty white eyes and a mouth. It was abstract, yet Gao Yang could sense their fury, madness, hatred, and malice.

Gao Yang’s heart quickened, and the blood in his body cooled.

“Gao Yang?” Qing Ling called out to him. He jerked out of his thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a frown.

Gao Yang shook his head and smiled faintly. “Nothing. I just lost myself in it for a moment.”

They all looked at Gray Bear like he was the man for the job.

Gray Bear swallowed a curse. Yes, I can take a beating better, and I’ve taken a resurrection pill, but aren’t you being way too shameless now?!

“Hah!”

Gray Bear shouted, transforming instantly into a giant bear covered in gray hair, his powerful muscles breaking his shirt. With a light tug, the shirt broke into pieces like plastic wrap.

Topless, he went up to the sarcophagus under the obelisk and observed it for a few seconds. There was a relief carved into the lid, depicting a beautiful empress dressed expensively with all sorts of jewelry. With her hands pressed together before her chest, she looked dignified and at peace.

He moved to the side of the sarcophagus and placed his hands on the heavy lid, giving it a strong push.

Clack, clack, clack.

The lid moved to the side like the hour hand of the clock moving from twelve to one. Through the small gap that was created, they could only see darkness.

Gray Bear backed away as soon as he moved the lid. He had seen his fair share of tomb raiding movies, and he was worried that lethal gas could be released from the coffin, or perhaps a swarm of countless flesh-eating beetles.

But there was nothing.

Gray Bear waited more than ten seconds before he relaxed. Then he moved up again and crouched down, holding onto the bottom of the coffin lid, his arm muscles bulging dramatically.

“Hahhh!”

He lifted the black coffin lid, which weighed a few tons, and moved back to place it on the side.

Bam! The lid dropped to the ground, bringing up dust, the sound of impact echoing around the court.

With firelight illuminating the inside of the coffin, they finally had a clear look of what was inside: a female mummy whose arms were crossed before her chest. In contrast to her slim body, her abdomen protruded unnaturally.

Gao Yang had seen pictures of mummies on the internet. The bandages wrapping around their bodies always looked dirty, significantly decayed, yet this mummy looked new, untouched by time.

The white bandages were pristine white, even glowing faintly in a sacred way. On the bandages were lines of black ancient sigils.

Gao Yang’s face paled instantly. He noticed that the black sigils were moving like countless black worms.

“Gray Bear! Come back here!”