Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2449 - 2439 Talking Sculpture

This kind of thing, Long Yan has seen plenty tonight, so he’s not frightened at all. He led the way in, and Li Mu, holding a torch, cautiously followed behind Long Yan. Due to having two torches, it was slightly brighter than when Long Yan was alone.

"Big Brother, why have you stopped walking?"

Li Mu, lost in thought, suddenly noticed Long Yan had halted, nearly bumping into his back. He quickly asked.

Long Yan moved aside, making way for Li Mu behind him to clearly see the scene ahead. This room was significantly smaller than the others, looking more like a storage room.

However, right in the middle of this room, a skeletal remains lay sprawled on a table, missing its lower legs, dressed in an almost weathered blue monk’s robe.

"This must be the main subject here."

Long Yan pointed with his lips at Li Mu, his meaning implicit—the skeletal remains likely belonged to the murderous little monk, though Long Yan had already taken him down, leaving just these bones.

Li Mu was a bit scared, but after all, it’s just a dead person, so he tried to look nonchalant, though his pounding heart betrayed him.

Ignoring Li Mu, Long Yan continued inspecting the bones; besides the broken legs, he noted a scar etched into the neck bone, clearly the fatal slash. He also saw shallow cuts above the eye sockets, suggesting someone had gouged the eyes out with a knife or some sharp tool.

Sighing, it seemed the little monk met a grim end, tortured before death. Long Yan moved the bony hand aside, and a yellowed note slipped out; it appeared to be written by the monk himself, yet the content sent chills down Long Yan’s spine.

This is my third day here. What’s the point of these bald donkeys? So I just killed a few people, didn’t I? I am just lying low; why are they afraid of me? They even arranged for me to sleep in a warehouse. One day, I’ll kill all these bald donkeys and scatter their ashes!

In just a few sentences, the note confirmed the identity of the bones, seemingly written by a fugitive who hid here after murder and, upon being taken in by the monks, plotted revenge in dissatisfaction.

Long Yan handed the note to Li Mu behind him, yet Li Mu merely grinned foolishly, admitting he couldn’t read. Helpless, Long Yan narrated it to him.

As they conversed, there was a sudden clattering sound behind them, like something falling, which made the tense duo immediately draw their weapons.

Long Yan stepped forward slowly, only to find it was a monk’s sculpture. Strangely, since entering, Long Yan had not seen any pests or vermin, so how did this statue fall?

However, this wasn’t crucial. Long Yan momentarily chose not to investigate such things and focused on the statue in front of him. Then, he noticed its small mouth opening and closing, startlingly saying a phrase.

"Heavenly Stem Jia Wood, Earthly Branch Chen Earth... Heavenly Stem Jia Wood, Earthly Branch Chen Earth."

The environment was already unsettling, and to hear the small statue speak threw both men off. Long Yan almost tossed the statue away in shock because its mechanism was untraceable—he thought there was something inside, but a slight shake revealed no flow of True Qi, indicating the statue spoke on its own.

Long Yan was at a loss for words, the statue continuing to murmur incomprehensibly about Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, making the darkness more eerie.

Reluctantly, Long Yan tucked the statue into his pocket. He understood it related to Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, akin to the Five Elements he’d learned, having some interesting parallels, yet he didn’t comprehend any of it.

The duo retreated from the east monk’s room. Though it was pitch black outside, at least there was some light, better than being in darkness among the dead bodies.

"Looks like we’ll have to wait here. I don’t know how many days, but after seven days of entering, I’ll be able to get you out."

Leaning against the wall, they conversed. Long Yan, accustomed to the darkness, combined with a cultivator’s extended tolerance to hunger, wasn’t hungry.

"Alright, thank you, Big Brother Long Yan."

Li Mu chuckled naively, knowing he couldn’t escape on his own, so he placed his hopes in Long Yan. They decided to explore the West Wing Room the next day, hoping flames might open the room, as Li Mu, with his True God cultivation base, could easily make some fire.

"Let’s sleep; tomorrow, we might find a way out without waiting several days."

Long Yan slumped against the wall, exhausted after running with the Cracked Earth Bear, then dealing with the murderous monk for several days, compounded by the mental strain of investigating. Even a cultivator’s body felt the fatigue. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing Long Yan asleep, Li Mu, who had been on edge these days, hadn’t slept well. He found a corner, closed his eyes, and slept.

In his dreams, Long Yan clearly sensed changes in his body, particularly his legs gaining strength after several days of running. Yet unnoticed by all, a massive shadow emerged from the West Wing Room. When the shadow touched Long Yan, a bright golden Buddha’s Light erupted from his chest. The shadow recoiled painfully.

"Is it raining?"

Long Yan sat up, feeling droplets on his face. He once speculated that the temple’s extraordinary owner might have created a space, so theoretically, it shouldn’t rain. Yet, here it was.

Opening his eyes slowly, Long Yan casually wiped his hand, only to find it covered in scarlet. His face was stained with blood, startling him to no end—what had happened?

In that instant, another drop of blood fell onto his head, and looking up, he saw Li Mu’s desolate expression. His throat was torn, blood drained entirely, eyes wide in disbelief, mouth agape as if to scream, but a ripped throat prevented any sound.

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