C112 Dead?

It was likely that Professor Yang only had one fate soul and three of the seven souls left, and could only rely on his longevity to survive.

Otherwise, in this long river of history, although his remnant soul could not enter the cycle of reincarnation, it would not be able to last for so long.

Everywhere it went, there would be a day it would die, and the soul fragments were no exception.

"Let's go."

I stood at the edge of the passage, in front of the storeroom.

The door to the storage room was a dilapidated metal door. There were patches of rust on it, and the lock was long gone.

Chen Ying followed behind me, not daring to even breathe.

What should come will eventually come. Last time, I was unable to enter the storage room, but today, I am finally going to come in.

"Whew."

I let out a long breath, then gave the door a gentle push. The lock was broken, and I didn't have to use the key.

"Creak."

I only exerted a little strength and the shabby door was opened towards the inside.

In an instant, a pungent smell entered his nose, as if he hadn't opened the window in many years. The smell in the storage room was even worse than the smell in the archives on the second floor.

I'm a man, after all, and I can stand it.

However, Chen Ying could not do it. Her face was pale and she almost fainted on the spot.

"Are you alright?"

I took her arm and kept her from falling.

"It's fine, it's fine. Ah, this, here, quickly look. Su Yue, why are there so many Spirit plates in there? Isn't this the storage room?"

Chen Ying was so scared that she seemed to have gone bad. She grabbed my arm and shouted.

Although I was prepared, I couldn't help but take a deep breath when I looked inside.

As expected of Professor Yang, this spiritual altar was too big.

He saw a huge vermilion table with about eight or nine hundred tablets on it. What kind of thing was this?

It would take at least two hours to count them one by one.

On both sides of the table hung candles that would never melt, perhaps for a reason.

Legend has it that this candle was made from the oil of the Sea Sprite. When placed in the navel, it can never be extinguished and will always burn.

I wonder how many years this candle has been burning.

In addition to the candles on the table, there were a large number of wreaths and paper horses behind the storage room.

If it wasn't for the sake of finding clues, I wouldn't have bothered to come here.

"What, what a crappy place is this? Su Yue, don't throw me down."

Chen Ying's grip on my arm tightened. She was terrified.

All I could do was comfort him for a bit before taking her to observe the surroundings.

There was probably no one here. Other than the things on the altar and the funeral things at the back, there was nothing else.

I looked at the altar. Some of the eight or nine hundred rows had words written on them, while others had no words written on them.

As for the writing, there was a red rope at the back leading them. In the end, these ropes gathered on a tablet made of white jade and used an ancient and unimaginable form.

"Soul Lifting Technique?"

My heart jolted and I quickly looked at the white jade token. I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

On it was written the tablet of Yang Guowei, the great general of Liang State.

It really was the Soul Luring Technique! It couldn't be wrong!

Those that were pulled by the red ropes should be the tablets of the living, through some unknown medium, blood, or other related things.

In short, he was forcibly borrowing the lifespan of others, which was truly detrimental to his merits.

I never expected Professor Yang to be this crazy.

"Ah, me, you, this, this is?"

Without waiting for me to recover, Chen Ying let out another loud shout. Seeing her pale face, it seems that she has encountered something terrifying.

"What's the matter, Chen Ying?"

I rushed over in time to see Chen Ying sitting paralyzed on the ground, pointing a few fingers in front of her.

Especially the expression on Chen Ying's face, I've never seen her this scared, even when I first saw her.

"Why?"

When I looked at the tablet, my scalp immediately tingled.

Chen Ying's name was written on it.

This was Chen Ying's memorial tablet.

Too fucking unlucky.

"Pah pah pah, what a crappy thing this is. Chen Ying, don't be anxious. Actually, this is just Professor Yang's prank, don't take it to heart."

I said with a smile, not knowing how to comfort Chen Ying.

But Chen Ying didn't say anything. The more she acted this way, the more worried I became.

Don't look at how I've only known Chen Ying for less than half an hour. But she's just a pitiful person. You said that she was brought here by some unknown thing, that she taught well after work for no reason at all.

And you have to take the risk with me.

"Chen Ying?"

I asked tentatively, then looked at the tablet again.

The matter wasn't that simple, because I noticed that Chen Ying's memorial tablet didn't have red lines drawn on it. Instead, it was placed randomly on the ground.

Beside these tablets, there were many similar tablets scattered around. There were also names written on them.

Why did this happen?

I frowned. Only the tablets of the living would help the red thread borrow lifespan. There were also some tablets that didn't have any words written on them, probably for the sake of preparing them for the future.

But this thing that was abandoned on the ground...

"Chen Ying, you?"

I leaned down and gently touched his shoulder.

"Pata."

In the next moment, Chen Ying's entire body went limp, revealing that terrifying face.

Ah!

I was so scared that I cried out. I saw that the eyes on Chen Ying's tender white face had already been dug out. There were only two holes left. Even half of her nose had been cut off with a knife.

Chen Ying's hair was in disarray, showing signs of old age. She no longer had that youthful appearance from before.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, and the bones in his left leg were exposed. He looked extremely terrifying.

On Chen Ying's body, there were actually dozens of terrifying wounds of varying sizes. The most terrifying part was a scar on her neck, as if it was slashed by a knife. The wound had already turned jet-black, and there was even some bruising.

Following which, several spots appeared on Chen Ying's body. Those were corpse spots.

"Su … Su Yue, I seem to remember now. Cough, cough, cough, cough, I'm actually already a dead person. Sorry, I even scared you, I'm really sorry. I thought about how scared I was just now, but I didn't know that I was already dead."

Chen Ying smiled miserably. The reason why she was here was not because she had been kidnapped after work. Instead, it was because her memories had been broken.

A few weeks ago, Chen Ying was captured here. After a series of inhumane experiments, she finally died in this laboratory with her body hanging high up in the ceiling.