Imperial Treasure-Chapter 971 - 583: The Room’s Occupant, the Room’s Blood (Part 2)
A bit cold, a bit deep, making one’s spine chill unexpectedly.
"Mr. Wu Xie, this is your compartment, please enter..."
The person shut the door upon entering, not even allowing the Mount Hua Sect Member to go in, showcasing a distinctly aloof demeanor.
The sect member wasn’t upset, merely sniffled helplessly, bowed to Sui Yi, and walked away with Qi Yi.
They spoke only after rounding the corner.
"This Mr. Wu Xie really is indifferent, true to his name. No wonder those senior brothers earlier showed signs of pity, you wouldn’t know how cold he was to me throughout the journey."
"You should feel fortunate enough; he’s someone the Sect Leader even treats with respect. You know his capabilities and how terrifying they are..."
Their voices gradually faded. Although Sui Yi had the means to overhear more, she wasn’t fond of eavesdropping, hence closed the door, removed her coat, and went to bed to rest.
She truly has been somewhat busy these days, not only with some past matters but also connecting many events from the past...
Perhaps burdened by overthinking, feeling occasionally exhausted.
This exhaustion might be related to her constitution.
I vaguely recall Wu Jue saying, the stronger she becomes, the more this body’s depletion increases; maybe this is the price of growth.
Sui Yi lay on the bed, closed her eyes.
Quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Drip, drip, drip.
A very faint sound caused Sui Yi to open her eyes. Since she just woke, her vision was still slightly blurry; amidst the blur, she found the room enveloped in darkness.
She felt a second person’s breathing.
The person sat in a chair, upright, facing her.
Seemingly watching her, yet seemingly not watching her.
There was a scent of blood in the air.
Drip, drip.
The person’s fingers resting on the table were bleeding, a drop dripped onto the ground, making a slight sound.
Sui Yi narrowed her eyes.
The Demon Que hanging bedside emitted a crisp sound, the sword hilt suddenly unsheathed slightly, reflecting a cold light.
Illuminating the person’s face.
A face, blood-soaked, devoid of skin.
The flesh clearly visible.
Must be a man, given the large build, upright sitting posture, dressed in a rustic robe.
Whoosh!
Sui Yi suddenly awoke, touched her forehead, it was actually cold sweat.
Could she actually be frightened?
It’s not childhood memories, why does she suddenly panic?
The person in the dream...
Sui Yi closed her eyes briefly, got up to light a candle.
Indeed, Mount Hua is ancient, with no electricity, only antiquated lighting methods—candles.
The candle lit, Sui Yi poured a cup of tea, suddenly felt her fingers quite sticky, slowly shifted her gaze to look.
Blood beside the edge of the table.
Further down, a pool of blood on the floor.
So, earlier wasn’t a dream.
Someone did visit.
And after seeing the person’s skinned face, she unknowingly fell asleep again?
Or was she hypnotized and hallucinated...
Sui Yi pondered.
Yet found no words to address the two bloodstains.
Perhaps, it’s best to wait until tomorrow to see if there’s any peculiar commotion at Mount Hua, or...
Sui Yi drank water, the water was already cold, she squinted.
Someone capable of hypnotizing her must be very formidable.
Mount Hua... Natasha and the Old Wizard’s Ten Commandments, along with Frank’s matters all point to Mount Hua, and earlier the Eastern referred to Mount Hua too.
Zhuang Ziliu’s matter also alludes to Mount Hua,
What secret does Mount Hua conceal?
Usually, no matter where Sui Yi went, she could always sense some clues, but this time yielded nothing, just like last night, an unknown figure effortlessly entered her room, silently dazzled her, then left.
And the time along with geographical space of Mount Hua remains a complete enigma.
Sui Yi truly didn’t know how to handle a situation completely out of control.
This made her mood a bit troubled.
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The next day, Gong Jiu and others came to find Sui Yi, upon entering saw no traces of blood, the air even carried a faint fragrance, Sui Yi had already gotten up, was reading a book.
Soon a group of people gathered to eat breakfast, after some play and sleep, without encountering any bizarre incidents, the spirits of Gong Jiu and others were quite good, chatting and laughing as they left, while leaving, Sui Yi turned to glance at the adjacent room.
After the bloody sight last night, she couldn’t sleep, picked up her phone to check, although there’s no signal, the already stored data remained available.
She previously downloaded from the Adventure Guild extensive information on today’s Mount Hua Swordsmanship Conference.
Including some guests.
For instance, the neighbor.
Wu Xie, deemed a top hermit master in the Martial Arts World, adept at tomb raiding and adventure, never befriending others, always repelling many competitors to obtain treasures, coming and going without a trace, of unknown origin, has traversed the world seemingly searching for something, or aimlessly.
A figure with great renown yet seldom known by others.
Nevertheless, participates in the Mount Hua Swordsmanship Conference annually.
This year marks the tenth time.
"Ten years have passed, his appearance is just over twenty, implying he was merely in his teens when he ventured into the Martial Arts World?"
However, the record indicates this person had an appearance over twenty when entering society a decade ago.
Either the appearance doesn’t age easily, or...
Sui Yi couldn’t help but be reminded of Jiang Chenyu, but quickly dismissed this possibility.
Could such a coincidence truly exist? Jiang Chenyu due to unique historical reasons, sharing a turbulent era with her... with the High Priest, came to this spatial plane, while Wu Xie appeared a decade ago, and...
Sui Yi opted not to dwell further, cleaned the room then focused back on her reading.
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