Chapter Five Hundred – Rather Than Miss, Kill Wrongly (2/2)

The Massed Assassin was extremely disheveled. The person in front of him was hard to damage with flying swords. He had tried very hard and managed to leave behind a wound on the other’s body but in the blink of an eye, the other had healed.

“Careful, this guy is from the Silver Ground Tribe!” the middle-aged person shouted from behind him with a face full of urgency.

The two figures in the air were like two streaks of lightning.

“Damn it, so unfortunate!” the middle-aged male couldn’t stop himself from swearing, “Someone from the Sun Tribe managed to slip past? Scum! They are scum! They’ve cleansed for several thousand years, and didn’t manage to do it completely. What a stupid sect, they are all holes!”

As he swore, he felt extremely panicked.

How could he have expected there would truly be Sun Tribe descendants? At the beginning, that rambling guy had patted his chest to promise that there definitely was not any Sun Tribe descendants so he had run over in hopes of profiting.

Based on the guy’s history of never failing, he had believed it, and hired the Masked Assassin to come over. But now there was a Sun Tribe descendant and they were trapped in the Aged Gold Secret Realm.

What was unluckiness?

This was!

The Masked Assassin’s power was great, but it depended on the situation. This kind of face-to-face fighting was the type of fighting that the Masked Assassin was weakest in. The secret realm was also the other’s home territory, and concealment was completely ineffective in the secret realm.

How unlucky were they to have landed in such a predicament!

The middle-aged male wanted to cry!

———

Zuo Mo’s hand pressed against the copper door. The Sun Crystal Seed suddenly heated up. A warm flow rushed out of the Sun Crystal Seed, and entered the copper door from Zuo Mo’s arm.

The sun script on the copper door suddenly lit up.

The copper doors that had been closed for tens of thousands of years slowly opened. The world behind it slowly revealed itself

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and walked in.

The space behind the door was not large. This was the priest’s hall, the place that the priest usually resided. In the ancient era, due to the requirement for sacrificial ceremonies, the position of a priest was extremely glorious. Their status was just a step lower than the totem warriors. They also were in charge of the daily life of the tribe so they were extremely powerful.

In every shen temple, the priest hall was the most important area.

Zuo Mo did not linger and walked straight through. There were some primitive and ancient artifacts along the way but Zuo Mo did not stop. These items looked valuable but if he blew lightly, they would turn to dust and disappear. In tens of thousands of years, normal objects could not remain.

Even though the priest was of high status, the decorations of the priest hall did not feel sumptuous and only had normal objects.

Passing through the place the priest normally lived, Zuo Mo came to the deepest part of the priest hall, the sacrifice room.

The sacrifice room was not large and the decorations were unusually simple with a copper table placed in the middle. When Zuo Mo came in, he was attracted by an item on the table.

It was a golden tree leaf.

This tree leaf was the only item in the room that did not have any dust on it. It released a faint golden light that dimmed and brightened in turn like a baby’s delicate breathing.

Zuo Mo saw with a glance that it was not ordinary. He was overjoyed and hurriedly picked it up.

The gold light disappeared the moment the tree leaf entered his hand. The entire tree leaf was palm-sized and seemed to be made from gold. However, the patterns on it were life-like and it did not show any marks of craftsmanship.

Zuo Mo had an intuitive feeling that this golden leaf was not man-made but a natural object.

Even an idiot would know that this golden leaf was not ordinary. Time was tight so Zuo Mo did not examine it closely and hurriedly put it into his ring. He raised his head and glanced at the copper golden crow statues on the table that were covered in dust. Zuo Mo hesitated and then swept them into the ring.

With the attitude that he would not miss any treasure, even if he made some mistakes and took something worthless, Zuo Mo didn’t even leave the copper table and put it into the ring.

There were two copper shelves beside the copper desk that was filled with decaying objects. They should have been filled in the past. Zuo Mo did not care for the uncleanliness and started to rummage through the debris.

He felt that anything which had not decayed was something good.

Tens of thousands of years was like a butcher’s knife. Those that were not good pigs with thick skin could not survive.

He actually did have some success.

A turtle shell with scorch marks, seven sharp beast teeth, and a short wooden rod that was extremely marked up.

Zuo Mo was motivated and placed the two copper shelves into the ring as well.

It was a pity that the door was too large and could not be taken of its hinges… …

Zuo Mo smacked his lips with regret.

After scanning the surroundings to make sure he did not miss anything, Zuo Mo finally left the sacrifice room.

He searched in his mind and the next target entered Zuo Mo’s vision.

—His blood instantly started to boil!

Translator Ramblings: Treasure treasure treasure