novelraw Chapter 1094: Ancient Person
Chapter 1094: Ancient Person
Inside the hall were only Song Haoran and his group.
At the moment, they were watching footage captured by a Song family warrior who had ventured deep into the imperial tomb with a DV camera.
It showed the undead appearing in the tomb, the superhuman strength of the Suzuki father and son, and finally, the mysterious chamber with the massive altar… until the altar exploded.
The recording cut off at that exact moment — the warrior holding the DV fell.
In truth, the Song family exploration hadn’t been without casualties. Several experts were lost, and many others were injured to varying degrees.
Song Tianyou and Song Ying stared silently at the screen. It reminded them of the terrifying incident not long ago on Song family territory — the zombie outbreak at the hospital.
That event had only been resolved thanks to Mr. Blind's intervention — though even he couldn’t explain why that monstrous "tree" formed from fused corpses had withered and died.
Now, with the DV footage and confirmation from Song Da and Song Er, trying to explain it all scientifically was meaningless — silence fell in the hall.
After a long while, Grandpa Song finally asked, “Could the Zhang family know something about the imperial tomb?”
Song Haoran replied, “I don’t think so. They probably don’t know what’s actually inside the tomb, or what dangers lie within. Ah Qi ended the cooperation immediately after seeing the undead — likely to protect Zhang Qianrui, their only heir. If they truly knew how dangerous the tomb was, they would’ve never agreed to work with the Suzuki family in the first place… But clearly, while the Zhangs don’t know, the Suzukis definitely do.”“And those two?” the old man frowned.
“They ran off during the chaos and left their people behind,” Song Haoran said helplessly.
Song Tianyou was silent for a moment, then looked at Uncle Wu. “Old Wu, we know a few people in Japan. Ask them to look into the Suzuki family — quietly. Don’t alert them.”
“Understood, sir.” Uncle Wu nodded.
Since only Song family core members were present, Song Tianyou didn’t hold anything back. “There are Daoist and Demon clans in China… I’ve heard about this from Mr. Blind years ago. He also said there are plenty of inhuman beings here stronger than him. Now that Haoran has helped so many of them and accepted their tokens, it’s unclear whether this will bring good or bad.”
The two direct Song family heirs looked at Song Tianyou solemnly.
After a while, he continued, “Label each of those tokens clearly, and make sure you know exactly who each one represents. From today onward, no one is allowed to speak of this outside. These tokens are not to be used unless absolutely necessary — I’ll keep them myself.”
“Got it,” Song Haoran nodded.
Song Tianyou then said, “Song Da, I heard Mr. Blind is nearby. See if you can contact him for me.”
“Will do,” Song Da nodded.
After that, Song Tianyou looked to Song Haoran and asked seriously, “What do you plan to do with that woman you brought back from the imperial tomb?”
“I’ll observe her for now,” Song Haoran thought for a moment, then added, “I’ll stay outside tonight.”
…
The place he stayed was a remote home in the village.
Song Haoran paid the family to temporarily move in with relatives.
The small room had an old fluorescent tube light, dim and flickering. He brought over a folding stool and sat about two meters from the window, quietly watching the sleeping woman… Of course, the Song family's eldest young master had taken precautions — he had taken the bead the woman clearly treasured.
There seemed to be a "safe distance" — the farther the bead was from her, the more pain she showed. Beyond a certain range, gray smoke would begin to rise from her body as if she were evaporating.
Two meters — that was the limit.
When he returned to the ancestral mansion earlier, it was around 1 or 2 PM. Now it was already nightfall. Song Haoran noticed that the safe distance had extended slightly — now about three meters, which intrigued him even more.
Suddenly, a small sound startled Song Haoran from his light meditation. He opened his eyes.
The woman had awakened again.
But she looked pale and weak, struggling to sit up, only to collapse again after barely lifting herself.
She was among the most beautiful women Song Haoran had ever seen — even more stunning than the vampire he had once locked up at home.
He vaguely remembered her… but couldn’t recall from where.
“Give… back the bead,” the woman said weakly, her cold gaze locked on Song Haoran.
“That thing keeps you alive?” Song Da picked up the bead. As it appeared, she tried to sit up again but collapsed in pain.
“Don’t force yourself,” Song Haoran said calmly. “I don’t like taking things from others. But you’re too mysterious, so I don’t think I can just hand this back to you… If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you do the same?”
She gave a cold humph.
Song Haoran smiled. “Don’t be bitter. I’m the one who woke you up from that stone coffin and brought you out. Otherwise, who knows how long you’d have stayed buried in that cold tomb, forever in the dark.”
She sneered. “Thief. You trespassed into this palace’s domain with impure motives… Where is this place? Return me immediately, or the iron cavalry of Great Qin will raze this land to the ground!”
Song Haoran tilted his head and asked, “You said Great Qin’s iron cavalry?”
“The Great Qin’s army sweeps the land and suppresses all under heaven… Are you not afraid?” she asked coldly.
Song Haoran slowly rubbed his fingers. “That would be difficult… since no one fears a long-dead army. Miss… No, lady — how long were you in that stone coffin?”
The woman’s expression changed as she looked at the unfamiliar surroundings in fear and confusion.
“Who is the emperor now… Is it still the First Emperor?”
Song Haoran froze, then shook his head.
“Hu Hai? Has… he taken the throne?”
Another shake of the head.
“Then… who?!”
He stared at her for a long time under her anxious gaze, then frowned. “I’ve been encountering some very strange things lately. I like surprises, but this one might be a bit much… You’re an ancient? From the Qin dynasty?”
“What do you mean?”
He said slowly, “If you’re telling the truth, then you’ve lived over 2,000 years. I don’t know if your Emperor Qin and Second Emperor are the ones I know, but in the history I’ve learned, they existed over two millennia ago. As for the Qin cavalry… they’re long gone. And by the way, there are no emperors anymore — not in this country.”
“Nonsense!! The Qin Empire cannot disappear!” she cried and tried to prop herself up.
She fell off the bed.
Seeing this, Song Haoran didn’t help — instead, he stepped back, putting more distance between them. The woman looked up at him in hatred.
“Listen,” Song Da said. “I don’t like hurting women, but I do value my own safety. I don’t want any accidents, so I need you to calm down.”
He slowly backed away.
“Don’t… please…” Her voice faded as she passed out.
Song Haoran stood still for a while, confirmed she had really fainted, then hooked the stool over with his foot and sat back down.
Just then, a group of Song family warriors burst in — a full team had been stationed outside this rented house, armed to the teeth. For added security, Song Da had even prepared a portable RPG.
The warrior who rushed in saw the woman collapsed on the floor and immediately tensed up. “Strategist! What happened?”
“I’m fine,” Song Haoran shook his head, then looked at the warrior and said, “Go prepare a few things for me.”
“Understood! What do you need?”
“Get a few monitors, then find me some materials on China’s history—just the last 2,000 years, doesn’t need to be detailed, an overview will do. Also, go to the nearby town and bring back a history teacher.”
“A history teacher?”
“Oh… actually, just kidnap one,” Song Haoran thought for a moment. “That’ll save time.”
“Got it! I’ll get right on it!” The warrior responded cheerfully, as if kidnapping someone was just routine business.
“Wait, come back.”
“Strategist, anything else?”
“Make me some braised beef instant noodles. I skipped dinner and I’m starving.”
“…Understood!”
…
…
The sound surged like a tide—low and terrifying, as if something was slowly devouring him… unable to breathe… and then, complete darkness.
Mo Mo suddenly woke up, drenched in cold sweat. Once awake, he realized he was inside Croaching Dragon Estate, in the very room he had stayed in when he first arrived. His luggage was still there.
“You’re finally awake.”
At that moment, a man in a black suit entered through the door.
“What is going on…” Mo Mo frowned.
But the man suddenly said, “Please wait a moment.”
The door closed again… and shortly after, a man introducing himself as Yan Xiaoxi—who seemed about the same age as Mo Mo—appeared before him.
“I don’t have much time for you, Mr. Mo Mo. Let’s walk and talk.”
Mo Mo was then briefed about much of what had happened inside the tomb. After that, Yan Xiaoxi led him to a basement within Croaching Dragon Estate.
There, Mo Mo saw Zhan’er lying on a hospital bed, connected to various tubes, with a medical team standing by.
Through the glass, Mo Mo could only confirm that Zhan’er was still alive by watching the fluctuations on the heart monitor. “He… what happened to him?”
Mo Mo turned to Yan Xiaoxi.
“He was shot through the head,” Yan Xiaoxi said calmly. “When you were rescued from the tomb, Daoist Su Mubai noticed he was still breathing and brought him back. Fortunately, the bullet passed through the frontal lobe and exited, so there’s no fragment left in the brain—he managed to survive. But unfortunately, he may never wake up.”
“Zhan’er…” Mo Mo pressed his hand to the glass and sighed. “He never did anything wrong. Mentally, he was still a child… and this is how it ends for him. It’s my fault for being useless.”
Yan Xiaoxi replied coolly, “Mr. Mo Mo, I don’t think you have much time left for grief. I brought you here so you could focus.”
“Me?” Mo Mo gave a bitter smile. “What could I possibly do? Even a powerful senior like Daoist Baijie has gone missing… I’m just a rookie.”
“That may be true, but no one said a rookie can’t be capable. The fact that you managed to escape with Zhan’er while both Daoist and Demon factions were after you already proves your ability.”
Mo Mo shook his head and sighed again. “So what do you want me to do?”
Yan Xiaoxi said, “From what I understand, you came to deliver something for Daoist Yang Taizi of Huan Zhen Dao. At every Penglai Grand Gathering, Huan Zhen Dao gives a token to Heavenly Heart of the Plain-Clothed Dao to complete the final ritual. As you already know, the mastermind behind the Mount Tai case is the 71st generation Heavenly Heart. According to Daoist Su Mubai, when you were found, you weren’t restrained by the crystal pillars draining life force. So I have enough reason to believe the 71st generation Heavenly Heart may have spared you for a reason… He might’ve wanted something from you — the token. Mr. Mo Mo, do you still have the token?”
Mo Mo gave a bitter smile. “That thing… it was stolen on my first day at Croaching Dragon Estate.”
Yan Xiaoxi paused, frowning. “Who stole it?”
Mo Mo said, “A young woman named Nero. White hair. Pretty easy to recognize.”
“Nero… white hair?” Yan Xiaoxi’s brows furrowed in thought. “Could it be… Micheal? How did this end up involving them?”
(End of Chapter)