The Most Powerful Bodyguard-Chapter 931: The Eerie Ritual

In Yang Yan's vision, clots of thick blood defied gravity as they slowly floated upwards.

The speed was so slow that it seemed steady.

The scene was like injecting fresh blood into some creature.

The eerie whispers gradually increased, and the white mist finally cleared completely at this moment.

The scene before them was fully exposed to Yang Yan and Ao Tian.

Deep underground about three hundred meters ahead of them, more than a dozen black-clad figures lay prostrate on the ground.

The leader was continuously pouring something into the source of the bronze chute.

Even Yang Yan couldn't see what was in his hands.

The transportation pipe, as tall as a skyscraper, was methodically transporting the filthy blood upwards.

Yang Yan didn't know what this was, but just by looking at it, he knew that at this speed, it would take a long time to reach the top.

Yang Yan looked up above, but could only see the bronze transportation pipe.

As for what was at the very top, from his angle, he really couldn't see anything.

What are they doing?

A ritual...

Ao Tian gestured at Yang Yan, his face full of questions.

For them, such things were truly rare.

Moreover, this scale wasn't large, but definitely quite formal.

Do people still use rituals like this nowadays?

Or does Doctor Manhattan still like to engage in things like this?

Yang Yan shook his head, indicating that he was also unsure.

But he felt that if it wasn't a ritual, then it was some kind of significant ceremony, something far from simple.

As for their purpose?

It's better to wait and see.

The whispers, as if emerging from the depths of hell, continuously swirled around the two with a sense of bloodthirst.

As time ticked by, when the foremost blood stain, at a point Yang Yan couldn't see, had unknowingly advanced for a long time, changes finally occurred.

Rumble!

A strange rumbling sound reverberated through Yang Yan's ears.

The sound was piercing, as if it was going to rip apart the eardrums, at the very limits of human endurance.

But only when you covered your ears would you realize that the sound surprisingly wasn't transmitted through your ears to your senses!

It directly impacted your brain, forming a terrifying impact in your mind!

Yang Yan's tolerance had long surpassed ordinary people's imagination.

This little noise was really just some noise to Yang Yan.

But it was much harsher for Ao Tian.

Watching him biting his teeth hard, his face turning an ashen blue, said it all.

This guy was enduring with gritted teeth, yet still seething with rage.

And when the mysterious sound struck the two's minds, the whispers of the black-robed figures grew louder as well.

Using some unknown method, their voices seemed as if they were directly muttering in the two's ears, with an extreme volume.

At a critical moment, Yang Yan shot a fierce glance at Ao Tian, sending a chill up Ao Tian's spine.

The anger that was about to spill out instantly vanished without a trace.

This situation didn't last too long; two or three minutes later, everything returned to normal.

Silence——

The scene turned eerily quiet again.

Yang Yan frowned, just about to inspect below, when a sudden voice startled him.

"It's done here as well! Now, we have finally completed three sites."

The voice came from below.

The place was so empty, combined with normal speaking tones, that Yang Yan heard it clearly.

"Yes, but the Beast Blood seems to be a bit insufficient."

This was another black-robed figure's voice, slightly hoarse, seemingly of age.

"No problem, just follow instructions to dig. The hard work now is worth it."

"You should know, we're accomplishing a great feat."

The person's tone was somewhat gloomy, with a trace of cunning and treachery.

But because success seemed within reach, he sounded extremely excited.

"The leader is wise and brave."

Voices of flattery echoed.

"No! This is the credit of Doctor Manhattan."

The person spoke modestly, yet couldn't hide his arrogance.

Should we take action?

Ao Tian looked at Yang Yan, inquiring with his eyes.

Their conversation basically allowed the two to confirm that they had stumbled upon something significant.

If they were to capture and interrogate these black-robed figures, they might uncover astonishing secrets.

In any case, it couldn't be anything good!

Yang Yan pondered for a moment, a frown forming on his face yet again.

Then, he gently shook his head and retreated backwards.

Ao Tian quickly followed up.

Since Yang Yan wanted to wait for a bigger catch, he had no objections. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He just felt that something wasn't quite right inside.

The two's purpose was to trace Zhou Hanyun and her group's whereabouts and find a way to rescue them, so how did it turn into this?

Ao Tian could only sigh inwardly with a bit of helplessness and stop thinking further.

After leaving the glacier, confirming that they had left no traces or mistakes, Yang Yan hid with Ao Tian behind another glacier.

"Wait for them to come out, and then follow them back. From what they said, they called this place a site."

"And from that guy's tone earlier, there are more than one similar places. I need to know more."

Yang Yan, after a while, patiently explained to Ao Tian.

Ao Tian didn't speak but suddenly pointed somewhere with wide eyes.

Yang Yan was puzzled at first, then quickly reacted.

Because he also sensed a premonition, promptly turning to look.

On the path they came from, a group of shadowy figures had appeared without notice.

These figures wore nothing but tattered rags, each hunched over like old men nearing the end of their days, trudging forward with difficulty.

Their emaciated and shriveled skin was exposed, with their faces covered in wrinkles, looking devoid of any moisture.

"What on earth are they?"

Yang Yan frowned even more, mumbling unconsciously.

Their tattered attire was consistent, numbering up to twelve.

The leader's hunchback was quite severe.

He wore a string of stone beads on his right hand, giving Yang Yan an unusual feeling.

Such appearance naturally couldn't provide a good impression.

Yang Yan subconsciously thought it must be an artifact refined from some sort of dark power without needing to sense its aura.

The twelve quickly approached, finally stopping in front of the middle glacier.

They seemed to be waiting silently for someone.

Besides the group of black-robed figures, who else could be inside the glacier, if not Doctor Manhattan's subordinates?

Sure enough, ten minutes later, the two groups met.

At the entrance of the cave, as always, the black-robed figures emerged one after another.

They seemed to know someone was waiting for them outside, as they stood there in an orderly manner, hovering quietly in the air, overlooking everything.

The last one was undoubtedly the leader of the black-robed group.

The one they referred to as the head.