The ancient practice of live human sacrifice was not merely a matter of throwing people into tombs.
True live sacrifices required each living person to first offer a part of their body, and then, while still alive, be placed in various positions within the tomb.
Ancient nobles believed that only the vital energy of the living could suppress the resentment of the dead.
It was said, "When living souls gather, the deceased fear them."
The tomb of King Zhou after his death was constructed by the Zhou dynasty, intending, of course, to suppress the lingering resentment of the deceased king.
Therefore, they performed the horrific sacrifice of one hundred live people.
Zhang Tianguang was still prostrate on the ground, frantically kowtowing to his phone, his head already swollen and red.
His secretary rushed over, attempting to help the municipal chief up.
"Ah!"
The secretary recoiled in pain, his arm bloody.
Zhang Tianguang had, like a madman, bitten off a piece of his flesh.
"Elder Chairman Chen, please think of a solution quickly!" everyone held up their phone lights, their gazes fixed on the so-called president of the Daoist sect.
Elder Chairman Chen stroked his beard and stammered, "People from the Daoist sect will come to save us. Please remain calm!"
"What the hell are you talking about, people from the Daoist sect? Where are they?"
"You old fool, speak clearly!"
Several agitated bodyguards couldn't hold back any longer. They lunged forward fiercely, forcing Elder Chairman Chen into a corner.
Everyone had begun to suspect him.
Amidst the chaos, Qin Yexuan walked towards the frenzied Zhang Tianguang.
Under the glare of the phone lights, they saw the handsome young man reaching behind Zhang Tianguang's head and grasping something.
Then, with a strange cracking sound,
Qin Yexuan appeared to break a wire.
Only a few people could see that he was holding a bloody thread.
The thread originated from outside the black mist, its one end ethereal and indistinct, while the other was connected to the back of Zhang Tianguang's head.
Qin Yexuan, holding the bloody thread, let out a cold laugh and suddenly tugged.
Outside the black mist, the driver Xu Grimaced and was immediately pulled deeper into the mist.
A short while later, he entered the scene, his body engulfed in black flames, his fingers pressed together, the bloody thread between his fingertips taut.
"Interesting, you discovered it so quickly?"
Xu Chunyang shouted, raising his fingers like a sword, directly severing the bloody thread.
Inside the banquet hall, Qin Yexuan flicked his finger, following the severed thread, and looked outside.
Across the darkness, both he and Xu Chunyang seemed to be observing each other.
Zhang Tianguang slowly got up, his face a mixture of red and blue.
His greatest shame, his deepest obsession, and his secret had been revealed by a phone call.
This left him with no place to put his dignity as the municipal chief.
"Chairman Chen, I order you to act immediately. You are a master of the Daoist sect, and I trusted you implicitly, providing you with all resources. You must exert your power!"
Even at this point, Zhang Tianguang placed his fate in the hands of the Daoist sect and the trembling old man Chen.
Even the secretary couldn't stand it any longer: "Municipal Chief, this Chairman Chen is a fraud? He took so much money from us, received so many resources, and even took those cultural relics from our museum's collection..."
"What?"
Zhang Tianguang and Qin Yexuan turned their heads in unison: "What cultural relics from the museum?"
"A, a stone hammer..." the secretary stammered.
"Stone hammer?" Qin Yexuan's eyes flickered: "Was it long and thin, with a spherical stone carved at the top?"
"Yes!" the secretary was a little stunned: "It just looked like a hammer?"
Qin Yexuan sneered, "Truly an idiot. That's not a stone hammer, it's a key!"
A relic, with a spherical end and a long, gear-covered end, had been sealed in the Chaoge Museum. The previous curator had specifically instructed upon retirement that although it looked unremarkable, it was discovered inside a jade box surrounded by at least three hundred sacrificed warriors.
Therefore, even though its purpose hadn't been determined, it was certain to be a priceless treasure.
So precious that three hundred of the most valuable warriors had been sacrificed to bury it.
Now, the secretary realized it was actually a key.
Zhang Tianguang rushed to Elder Chen, grabbed his collar, and roared, "A key? What key is it? Tell me clearly immediately!"
Elder Chen shivered, finally breaking down. He plopped onto the ground, hitting it and crying, "I, I don't know! I don't understand Daoist magic at all. I'm just an old man who scammed free meals!"
He tilted his head, his face drooping, "Not long ago, I was still in prison. People from the Daoist sect got me out. Because I was a con artist, they thought I could trick Municipal Chief Zhang!"
Zhang Tianguang's head buzzed: "Trick me? Just to trick me?"
Elder Chen cowered and nodded: "They said that Municipal Chief Zhang responds better to gentleness than force, that hard tactics wouldn't work, and that only deception would. And since my hometown is the same as yours, and you usually prefer to use people from your hometown, with this connection, plus my years of con artistry..."
Zhang Tianguang's face turned black.
Utter humiliation!
This was an absolute disgrace.
The Daoist sect chose Elder Chen because his appearance and demeanor were very fitting, with an air of immortal grace and a flowing white beard.
"...They also said that Municipal Chief Zhang, you are very prone to judging people by their appearance. If you don't like someone's looks, you find them displeasing and look down on them. But whoever is distinguished in appearance and outstanding in temperament will be heavily relied upon by you!"
"Shut up, stop talking!"
Zhang Tianguang's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his hand with all his might and slapped him hard.
He was about to explode with anger.
Elder Chen was old and couldn't withstand the blow. He immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.
Zhang Tianguang, having lost control, angrily grabbed a nearby chair and began smashing it viciously at Elder Chen.
He roared as he smashed, "You think I'd fall for your trick? I knew long ago that you old scoundrel wasn't a good person!"
By the time the secretary and others desperately pulled him away, Elder Chen was motionless.
Now, everyone looked at Qin Yexuan.
Qin Yexuan, however, along with his disciples and Wang Jiaqian, began making torches.
Using the flammable fuel stored at the banquet, they created makeshift torches and lanterns with candles, enough to illuminate the surroundings.
Everyone on Qin Yexuan's side turned off their phones, and the phones were neatly stacked in a bag, with Fang Ling Su in charge. Su Dan Novel Network.
Unlike the chaos on Zhang Tianguang's side, Qin Yexuan's group was already prepared and disciplined.
The contrast between the two sides became even more stark.
Zhang Tianguang lowered his head and walked forward with heavy steps.
"Mr. Qin... Mr. Qin, I was wrong, terribly wrong..."
Qin Yexuan coldly stated, "The Daoist sect placed this old con artist by your side because they are cooperating with the demon race to open King Zhou's tomb beneath our feet. It's too late for you to wake up now."
He continued, his tone growing colder, "Also, the kind of trash I hate most in my life is one who abandaves his first wife!"
Zhang Tianguang gritted his teeth, "Qin, don't go too far. I've apologized. What else do you want?"
Qin Yexuan no longer looked at him but quietly observed his surroundings.
"In a little while, the underground tomb will rise. The safe location is in the northwest corner." he said calmly, then led his group to stand orderly in the northwest corner.
Zhang Tianguang looked at the remaining group, "Are you listening to me, or him?"
He pointed angrily at Qin Yexuan.
The crowd instinctively moved towards Qin Yexuan.
Just then, the main door burst open, and four figures in Daoist robes appeared.
"Municipal Chief Zhang, don't worry, we from Tianyi Temple have arrived!"