Imperial Treasure

Chapter 489 - 331: Black Crow, Bow, Person_2

Ye Luanyun paid no attention to Sui Yi’s indifference, but simply stared at the coffin, looking somewhat fixed: "This is also good."

Yes, this is also good.

Sui Yi pondered in silence.

At this moment, the coffin was already being prepared for burial. (As for some of the customs, Sui Yi also didn’t understand them well, so there was no need to test everyone with those archaic terms.)

Suddenly!

Caw Caw Caw!

The sudden crowing startled the villagers and even more so the outsiders, causing the legs of those carrying the coffin to go weak.

Everyone looked towards the source of the crowing.

There they saw a black mass atop the large banyan tree.

The sight seemed familiar.

"Isn’t this..." Gong Jiu and Gen Fengsha, among others, weren’t seeing it for the first time and managed to keep their composure, but their faces also turned pale, as if recalling some secret of the ancient tomb.

If it were any ordinary day it wouldn’t matter, but today was the old lady’s burial day. Nothing unexpected would happen, right...?

Many instinctively looked towards Sui Yi,

Xiao Xianting slightly furrowed his brows; the circles he mingled with were not as simple as Gong Jiu and the others imagined, and he had seen his fair share of the world, but from the beginning, this place had vaguely made him feel uneasy.

Maybe this unease was tied to someone.

The phrase "concern leads to chaos" suddenly surfaced in his mind.

But as soon as it did, he slapped it down.

He was here purely in accordance with the etiquette of the business world today, nothing more...

Caw Caw Caw, the black crows resting motionless on the huge banyan tree, yet Sui Yi hadn’t even glanced at the crows.

She just lowered her gaze to the old lady’s coffin.

"Continue," she said.

Her presence soothed people, as did her words.

An elder tapped his cane, also composed, and motioned to the younger men: "Continue."

Since they had been told to go on... the men could only grit their teeth and proceed.

"One, two, three! Lower the coffin!"

The coffin gently settled at the bottom.

As it rested in the earth, Sui Yi closed her eyes for a moment, about to tell people to cover it with dirt...

"Ahh~" Suddenly, a piercing scream, like a blade splitting the air, also split everyone’s eardrums, a sound filled with obvious terror and panic!

It came from a middle-aged woman in the village. Many elders’ faces changed, ready to scold her, but they saw she was already scared sitting on the muddy ground, pulling at her husband’s trouser leg, while with her other hand she pointed frantically towards a spot.

"Ghost, ghost! There’s a ghost!"

What ghost?

Everyone quickly turned to look.

Every face contorted in an instant.

Shock, horror!

Even Xiao Xianting’s brows furrowed deeply.

What was that?

Whoosh!

There were at least a couple hundred people here, who had been standing in quiet, orderly respect, paying silent tribute, but now they were all set into a tumultuous wave of chaos and disarray with such a startling scare.

One by one, they recoiled in fear.

The only ones not moving were Gong Jiu and his people, but they each quickly whipped out their firearms!

Brother Ma and his lot kept tense faces...

What exactly was that?

About ten or so meters away from behind the ancient tomb, a figure slowly emerged, his one hand bracing against the moss-covered, ancient tomb wall, staggering.

In the other hand, he carried an object...

What is that?

A bow.

Bathed in blood, the stench of it seemed to waft through the air, reaching the nostrils of Gong Jiu and the others. His head hung low, trembling as he staggered out, behind him lay the vast, gloomy wilderness, his feet stepping on dry, yellow weeds, crunching noisily with each step...

Wang Pu’s face stiffened as he turned to look in a certain direction.

There, Sui Yi remained motionless, while his master had eyes as deep as black holes.

Was it a ghost, or a human? He straightened up, his face smeared with blood, his eyes bloodshot, grim and ice-cold.

His hand moved.

He lifted the bow.

An arrow was placed on the bow.

He drew the bow!

He took aim!

That bow, those movements!

Gong Jiu and Flower Demon’s pupils shrank to a point, almost crying out, looking at the direction the other’s arrow was facing.

This is bad!

Sui Yi!

Everyone’s faces changed!

"My God," Jiang Yunxiu was almost scared out of her wits by the sudden change before her eyes.

Yi Chilian’s eyebrows tightened, her hand almost moving at that moment.

The sky thundered ominously, dark clouds churning, mingled with white flashes, surging like the fiercest of tidal waves.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, the air grew arid, and a chill ran through everyone’s hearts.

Crack!

All the black crows on that large banyan tree suddenly took flight, a dark mass, like a swarm of bees, like countless flying ants, or like a sky-obscuring demonic force!

Set to cover all light, to shatter all life.

The terrifying press of the black crows, the dark clouds capping the sky.

It was an apocalyptic vision that ensnared the heart, and amidst the madness of the black crows, the bloodied man’s hand trembled, his pupils dead set on Sui Yi, the arrow on the bowstring, he had no choice but to release!

To shoot, or not to shoot!

He opened his mouth, a hoarse and deranged roar escaped him, Crack!

The arrow, released!

Like a bolt of lightning!

Thump!

Headed for Sui Yi!

Too late! Gong Jiu and the others’ eyes widened!

Ye Luanyun watched expressionlessly as the arrow came closer, closer, then closer still, until it was right before Sui Yi...

Whoosh!

Countless black crows surged, passing through from behind Sui Yi, splitting into two terrifying black streams, converging on the arrow.

They covered it!

The arrow disappeared, only countless black crows remained—

They frenziedly pounced towards the blood-stained figure.

He spread his arms, facing these black crows...

Moments later, he opened his eyes to see Sui Yi looking at him, with questioning, indifference, profoundness, or perhaps vastness—

Just like the boundless wilderness behind her, endless.

And behind him were the black crows that had split away from in front of his body, countless... circling around him.

Like an invisible deity, manipulating everything.

And his deity, destroyed all he had. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)