Chapter 119: 119 Lost Clouds of the Underground Palace 4

I just looked at him without a word. Then I pulled Xiao Lingdang away from the crystal coffin. However, Huang Xiaolong didn’t follow us. He just carefully observed the coffin. I estimated that maybe he wanted to see whether he could see anything of value in the crystal coffin through the translucent crystal wall.

The search for the exit had proved useless so far and Wu Jian rubbed the sweat on his forehead, walked up to us, and looked at Huang Xiaolong, asking, “What’s he doing?”

“Maybe he is searching for some treasure”, I said casually. Then I gave my canteen to Wu Jian, there was only a little water left. He just shook his head and refused, and then looked at the long shirt man and Yan’er who were still looking for a way out.

At this moment, a loud "Click" sound was heard. I was shocked and wanted to know where the sound had come from. Then I noticed Huang Xiaolong retreating a few meters away from the crystal coffin with an innocent expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Jian stepped forward and looked at Huang Xiaolong. After finding he was not hurt, he turned his eyes to the crystal coffin again.

I let Xiao Lingdang hold onto me and we walked over slowly, only to find that the lid of the crystal coffin had been misplaced, exposing an arm-sized crevice, but the height of the crystal coffin made it impossible for me to see clearly through the crevice.

“What did you do?” Wu Jian frowned, asking him.

Huang Xiaolong looked innocent, “I...I did nothing.”

Instead of blaming him, Wu Jian took a few steps forward to try to find out what was going on in the crystal coffin.

Huang Xiaolong also craned his neck and walked slowly toward the coffin, as though he didn’t want to lose the chance to find treasure.

Meanwhile, the mysterious man and the long shirt man followed and stood to the side of Wu Jian and Huang Xiaolong, forming a protective posture.

Wu Jian carefully poked his head over. When he stretched his head and took a look, his whole body seemed as if he was petrified, without any other reaction or action.

Huang Xiaolong waited for a while and continued calling Wu Jian. However, he seemed to turn a deaf ear. Huang Xiaolong was very anxious and when he was about to go over to have a look, the mysterious man suddenly floated before Huang Xiaolong and stopped him. He gestured to wait, immediately turning into black smoke and floating directly to the top of the crevice of the crystal coffin.

Then, the mysterious man slowly took human form in mid-air. First his head, then his body and limbs. But at the time of illusion, the mysterious man's eyes had not leave that crevice.

The long shirt man walked to Sister Hua, saying, “Sister Hua?”

Sister Hua just shook her head, interrupting his words, saying, “If even he can, then... ”

Before she finished her words, the long shirt man just nodded his head.

I knew that what Sister Hua was saying was although the mysterious man did not have any sense of existence, his strength was above hers. The mysterious man was the most powerful one among us.

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But who on earth was the mysterious man? Judging from the long shirt man’s reaction, he must know. But the name of the mysterious man had never been mentioned in conversations between Sister Hua and the long shirt man, so I didn’t know either.

“Sister Hua, what can we do?” Yan’er said what everyone was thinking.

“Be careful and don’t forget the strange footprints and the sound of those footsteps” Sister Hua said, “As for this crystal coffin, all of you should stay away from it.”

When everyone nodded, I also reacted. I’d almost forgotten about the strange footprints and the sound of footsteps. It would be better, if the footprints were from the crystal coffin. If they weren’t, then we might have an enemy.

As time went by, Sister Hua began to study the crystal coffin with Yan’er and the long shirt man. Huang Xiaolong also listened to what they were talking about. Xiao Lingdang and I were responsible for observing any abnormal conditions. Everyone seemed to be very impatient.

“Why don't we just blow up this damn coffin?” Huang Xiaolong was a little impatient and looked at Wu Jian who still hadn’t moved. He was very worried.

Originally I thought it was a bad idea, but Sister Hua nodded her head, “We have to try. Be careful.”

When Huang Xiaolong nodded and was about to take off his coat, the long shirt man stopped him and said, “Sister Hua, let me do it.”

Huang Xiaolong looked at Sister Hua and she nodded slowly. He then walked to the side with a depressed expression. I was also relieved though. Huang Xiaolong did have a good amount of power to kill evil, but he wasn’t good at wielding it. I was very worried that he would blow off Wu Jian’s head or seriously injure the mysterious man.

The long shirt man stretched his hands forward with his palms turned upward, as if he were carrying something heavy. Then, thick black smoke flew from his body, it flew directly over his palms and slowly revolved. With the addition of the black smoke, the black sphere in his hands slowly grew bigger and finally became about half the size of his body.

The black smoke stopped floating from the body of long shirt man and when I thought he was about to make a big move, he suddenly hummed and squeezed his hands inward. Seeing his posture, I thought it must be very laborious.

The giant black smoke sphere was being slowly squeezed down by him. The color was also gradually getting darker. Eventually, you couldn’t tell that it was made of smoke. Finally, it changed completely into a substantial black ball. Now it was very small, about the size of a Ping-Pong ball.

The long shirt man’s body became dark and his hands were trembling. It seemed that this was not easy for him.

However, at this moment, he didn’t let it out quickly. Instead, he looked at Sister Hua. Then Sister Hua waved her hand in front of Wu Jian and the mysterious man, where a translucent thin red film was formed. In the film, there were a few peonies quietly blooming.

Sister Hua nodded to the long shirt man and then he cried out loudly, while his two hands pushed forward. The black smoke ball instantly became a meteor, surrounded by black light and racing through the gap left by Sister Hua deliberately. Finally, it hit the edge of the crystal coffin.

“Bang!” a loud sound resounded. The black ball, like a bubble blown by a child, had burst.

It was so... I didn't know whether to say that the crystal coffin was strong or that the strength of long shirt man was false. The final result of the black ball seemed a little unacceptable to me.

I looked at Sister Hua but found she was looking at the crystal coffin seriously, with the same concentration as before. The film covering Wu Jian and the mysterious man didn't disappear. Instead, there were countless peonies blooming, one after another, striving to be the first. It seemed that they couldn’t bloom a little later.

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