271 The Most Dangerous Place is Not the Safest Place (2/2)

His heart suddenly twitched and pain began to spread. Turning around in shock, he heard footsteps approach. That d*mn dark musician had actually caught up.

What had he used this time? He was able to put a tracker in Ye Qingxuan’s heart without any sign, so he was probably able to follow without any traces as well. Faced with an old creature who had been stuck at the Resonance level for sixty years and had an unreasonable amount of experience, Ye Qingxuan was clueless no matter how clever he was. There was no time to hesitate.

Gritting his teeth, he ran into the ruins. Since he was going to die either way, why not choose the slowest death?

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The ancient gates opened abruptly with sharp grating sounds. Dust flew up, falling onto the youth’s white hair. Ye Qingxuan used all his power to close the gates. He leaned against it in exhaustion and looked up at the empty hall.

Scattered corpses lay under the strange and dim lantern light. Half was dust; half was blood. Half were decadent images that had been weathered for thousands of years. The other half was covered in blood from demons fighting.

The bones of the jailers who had died long ago were still sitting in their original positions. One could still faintly see their serious solemnity from yesteryear. The demons’ corpses and blood were poured on them, adding a menacing color to them.

The dark eye sockets on these withered faces seemed to study the suddenly-appearing guest. It was as if they would rise and unsheathe their swords at any moment.

”What is this? Are you planning a Christmas party or something?” Ye Qingxuan stared back at them. ”Want me to join? I have some new poker cards we can play with too.”

No one replied.

The corpses obviously would not open their mouths to retort at them. They retained their original posture. They would shatter if he touched them.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan’s tensed body relaxed a bit. He could not help but laugh. What was he thinking? Was he truly panicking? How could these dead things come back to life and kill him?

If that was the case, he should be overjoyed instead of afraid. Rebirth was a miracle that the School of Choir had been searching for for a millennium. It was a great proposition second only to the ‘man in a beaker’ from the School of Modifications.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, chasing away the ridiculous thoughts. He must hurry. Sensing the Ripper’s traces, he quickly followed it.

Along the way, everything was barren. There was no life at all. In the prison that had been turned into a school, all was in ruins.

He gazed around at the decadent scenes and felt more and more anxious. If this was a prison…what was kept here? After thousands of years, were the…weird things here still alive?

Extremely cautious, Ye Qingxuan pushed open the gate to the underground. Dust fell in clumps, dropping through his suddenly thinning figure onto the ground. He carefully raised his lantern and illuminated the darkness.

The dungeon was silent. The only sound was the dripping of water. He padded down the stairs and entered the darkness.

The jailer’s dried corpse at the entrance fell down the steps. Its head bounced on the stone tile until it broke into three pieces. The empty eye sockets rolled into the darkness with the other shards.

The silence returned. There was no sound on either side of the cells. There was nothing there, other than the dust-covered chains and the bedrolls which had decayed to dust.

For some reason, Ye Qingxuan let out a relieved sigh. And then there was laughter in the darkness. Laughter…

Laughter came from the cell beside him.

Ye Qingxuan spun around.

And saw himself.