Chapter 511: with translation of chapter title

The owner of the coughing sound was Han Duo, a few strands of fresh blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, she was extremely weak. Judging by appearance, she had no visible wounds. Yet her whole body was listless, her face showing a flush that did not match her illness. Obviously, she should have had her injuries suppressed by QingSongShu's divine eye ability.

"Your goal has been achieved, the money you promised me should be given to me now, right?" Han Duo struggled to support herself to stand, step by step she ran to Yang Shouyi's side and extended a hand toward him.

This crazy woman, at this point, can't you not love money so much? I admit, I have once again refreshed my understanding of Han Duo.

The heavily injured she was like a begging pug dog on the street, pitifully reaching out a hand to Yang Shouyi, full of eager hope that Yang Shouyi would feel sympathy and give alms to him. Since childhood I've heard a saying: 'Wealth kills, birds die for food.' This saying has been fully demonstrated in Han Duo.

"Okay, I'll give you, I will definitely give you!" Yang Shouyi again revealed a "kind" smile, slowly turned his back to Han Duo.

At this moment, however, a very bad premonition rose in my heart; this premonition was merely a feeling, yet it caused my thoughts to react in an instant, and I lunged toward Han Duo.

Almost the instant I touched Han Duo, Yang Shouyi turned around with extreme speed; a moment ago he was still smiling affably and approachable, but this second he without hesitation raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Han Duo.

With a puff, blood spattered; although the bullet did not hit Han Duo's chest, it struck her shoulder, and fresh blood burst forth like a blooming lotus.

At this moment, Ri Hui, who was guarding Han Duo's side, rose in anger and leapt toward Yang Shouyi. This Ri Hui seemed not an ordinary soldier, having deep feelings for Han Duo. Even though I had placed a soldier's mark on it, its heart still yearned for Han Duo. When Han Duo was injured, it immediately disregarded everything and charged toward Yang Shouyi.

I hoped Ri Hui could attack Yang Shouyi, at least to create chaos for me, so that we could seize the opportunity to counterattack.

However, in the next instant, my pupils dilated completely, and my mood shifted from anticipation to shock.

Because Yang Shouyi, in a very short moment, drew a floral sigil, and fiercely struck Ri Hui's body with his palm; instantly, the flat ground suddenly thundered with a clap of thunder—this was the Great Sage Sect's Palm Thunder.

"It's you," the dissipation of Ri Hui made my eyes widen and I exclaimed in shock; at that moment, however, a bodyguard beside me kicked my abdomen, again pinning my arms, pointing a gun at my head, rendering me immobile.

Yang Shouyi's aura rose rapidly, no longer that of a refined and gentle demeanor; his entire stature expanded, as if he had become a towering giant.

This aura was the same as the person we had fought before, and Yang Shouyi also used the Great Sound Sect's Palm Thunder; thus the identity of the third mysterious person became apparent.

"Little Hui..." Han Duo, lying on the ground, struggled to get up, roaring that she would fight Yang Shouyi to the death.

"Yang Shouyi, you betray trust and abandon righteousness; you said that if I led them into the Yang family mausoleum for you, you would give me 300,000, and now I have done so—why did you still kill Little Hui, why?" Han Duo gazed at Ri Hui's dissipating form, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Shut up, you're still thinking about money—do you think you'll have a life to spend it after I give you the cash?" I yelled at her. Damn, this woman is so stupid; she knows all the secrets of the Yang family mausoleum, and she thinks Yang Shouyi would willingly let her leave the Yang family mausoleum alive?

No sooner had my words fallen than Yang Shouyi grabbed his gun and fired a fierce shot at Han Duo's left shoulder; the struggling Han Duo, who had just managed to rise, collapsed again at Yang Shouyi's feet. She cried out for Little Hui, straining her hands forward, trying to grasp Ri Hui's dissipating form. However, palm thunder is the greatest nemesis of all mountain spirits and ghosts; moreover, both she and Ri Hui are injured, so attempting to collect souls is already too late.

I don't understand women like this; looking at her pitiful appearance, I feel sympathy, yet I also think she brought it upon herself. If it weren't for her greed for wealth, her soldier Ri Hui wouldn't have had to dissipate. Everything is cause and effect; the pitiful inevitably have something hateful about them—who else can we blame?

"Enough, don't harm any more innocent lives. Aren't you after the gold medal? I'll open the Three Slaughter Seal for you!" Kneeling on the ground, Yang Shou Ren bellowed at Yang Shouyi with all his might.

Yang Shouyi's gun, aimed at Han Duo's forehead, finally lowered slowly, and he did not pull the trigger again. He glanced sideways at Yang Shou Ren, gave his subordinates a look, and said, "Help him over."

Yang Shou Ren trembled all over; these bodyguards dragged and supported him to a table.

After catching his breath, Yang Shouyi coughed twice, extended his hand toward Yang Shouyi and said, "Take out the jade pendant from your chest."

"Jade pendant, what do you want my jade pendant for? Do you still intend to use this jade pendant to continue the family line?" Yang Shouyi mocked: "You have already died out."

"The ancestors' coffin was cut off by the descendants of Mister Lu Ban; the key is the two yin-yang fish jade pendants, one on you, the other on me." After glancing at Yang Shouyi, Yang Shou Ren sighed sadly: "The Yang family's secret has in fact always been kept by the two of us. Father never regarded you as an outsider."

Yang Shouyi merely gave a cold snort, stuffed the jade pendant from his neck into Yang Shou Ren's hand, his face showing no change.

Yang Shou Ren combined the two jade pendants, inserted them into the gap of the large table, and then began to play Sudoku.

Actually this is not Sudoku, but a nine‑palace grid. The eight trigrams and changing lines; playing Sudoku on the nine palaces, the method of Sudoku originates from the ancient Qimen nine palaces. The ancestors of the Yang family were very clever; they placed a nine‑palace grid in the mausoleum, and anyone who does not understand its sequence would likely be killed by the mausoleum's mechanisms with the slightest move,

However, as the direct descendant of the Yang family, Yang Shou Ren obviously knew every step of the nine‑palace grid. As the nine‑palace grid took shape, Yang Shou Ren gently twisted the yin‑yang fish jade pendant; instantly, that square large table began to open with a swish from the middle.

I had always thought this was merely a large table made of bronze; I never expected it to actually be the coffin in which the Yang family ancestors reposed. No wonder, upon reaching the bottom of the mausoleum, aside from a few luminous night‑pearls for illumination, I had seen nothing else—it turns out the Yang family ancestors were so ingenious as to have made the coffin into a square copper table.

"You all go in and move the things out," Yang Shouyi commanded us harshly, glanced at everyone with a hint of doubt, and muttered quietly, "I don't know if it's heavy enough."

Helpless, I and Pangzi could only crawl into the coffin, bit by bit, moving the east fruit out.

"And you all, including you, get inside," Yang Shouyi again pointed at Yang Shou Ren and ordered.

Yang Shou Ren glared at Yang Shouyi with blood‑red eyes: "You're crazy, this is the ancestors' coffin; you want us to stand on it—aren't you making us trample the ancestors?"

The coffin interior was filled with heavy burial objects such as jade, gold, and silver; although the coffin looked large, apart from the central corpse that had turned into bones, the surrounding space was occupied by these burial goods. I and Pangzi entered the coffin very cautiously, daring only to step on the surrounding gold and silver, not to offend the Yang family ancestors in the middle. Now Yang Shouyi letting everyone step inside undoubtedly means he wants us to crush those bones into powder.

"Well, what ancestors? Just a corpse that won't die!" Yang Shouyi didn't even think, walked in, grabbed the Yang family ancestors' corpse in one arm, and flung it out of the coffin.

With a bang, the Yang family ancestors' white bones turned completely to ash. Then, Yang Shouyi, disregarding Yang Shou Ren's roar and anguish, seized him and threw him into the Yang family coffin.

Except for the injured Han Duo on the ground and Ye Qi who had fallen into a frenzied state, everyone else crawled into the Yang family coffin, moving the burial objects out bit by bit.

"Wang Qingsong, right?" Yao Wenju held a cigarette, and while moving things, he actually glanced toward QingSongShu. QingSongShu merely nodded lightly, which counted as acquiescence.

"I used to hear of the fame of Southern Qingsong of the Dharma Sect, but now it seems that seeing him falls short of hearing his name." Yao Wenju hooked his nose, putting on a mocking smile.

Pangzi was about to flare up, wanting to retort Yao Wenju with a couple of sentences, but who knew QingSongShu merely waved his hand, smiled, and let Pangzi continue moving things. He paid no attention to Yao Wenju's squeezing.

The burial objects inside the coffin were gradually removed. Yang Shouyi paid no attention to the glittering gold and silver or the translucent, exquisite jade; instead, from the moved burial objects he picked up two ancient‑looking boxes.

The two gold plates of the Wu Mu Legacy should be inside these two boxes.

After Yang Shouyi obtained the boxes, he began to laugh wildly without restraint.

"The final secret the Yang family relied on is now in my hands; I don't see how the Yang family can make a comeback. This hundred‑year‑old clan is destined to turn to dust, destined to…… hahaha" He laughed maniacally, proudly turning a few circles.

But soon his laughter came to an abrupt halt. A long whip swished through the air, binding the box held in Yang Shouyi's left hand. In the blink of an eye, Yang Shouyi's left‑hand ancient box ended up in someone else's hand.

It was Han Duo; this was her waist‑worn divine‑god spear. She took advantage of the moment when Yang Shouyi relaxed his guard and used the whip to snatch the ancient box from his left hand.

After seizing the box, Han Duo flickered her form and darted at high speed into the hole I had just fallen into. When everyone came to their senses, they only saw the bloodstains where Han Duo had been injured, but Han Duo herself had completely vanished.

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