255 Royal Mausoleum, Ninja (1/2)

The royal mausoleum might sound very grand, but in China, who had thousands of years of history and an equally old culture, there were plenty of emperors' tombs belonging to various dynasties. Yan Dynasty was just a small splash throughout the stream of time that formed China. Besides, with this sort of background, this dynasty which still had royal descendents and had yet to have their thoughts of restoring their dynasty vanquished from their minds, was bound to never be able to see the light. It would never be tolerated or accepted by the imperial court.

Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum was a secret that had to be hidden. Murong Clan did not even dare to openly worship their ancestors there!

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”This place has good atmosphere.”

After traveling for two days, Happy and his party arrived ahead of the others in Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum. The bamboo forest around it was lush, and the area was quiet. It was a very good place, and Little North could not help but open his mouth to praise it.

Thunderous Battle also looked around. While he admired the view, he also enjoyed the refreshing breeze blowing against his face. ”This is such a big place, and they actually used it to build a royal mausoleum? What a waste of natural resources.”

Happy did not join the conversation.

From the moment he entered the bamboo forest, he noticed that there was something off about the atmosphere. When he circulated his qi, he could clearly sense that there were quite a few pairs of eyes that had been cast on his party.

However, he did not immediately expose them.

It was not the first time he came to Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum. He knew the place better than everyone else.

His Hoof Shadow trotted forward slowly. It had its beautiful eyes lowered and occasionally looked around the area, taking note of the shadowed places where the bamboo forest was the most lush. Then, it would let out a snort with great scorn. It did not slow down. It just continued moving forward leisurely.

Whoosh… Crack, crack, crack…

The sounds of robes fluttering and people stepping on bamboo leaves reached their ears.

Little North and Thunderous Battle finally noticed something wrong. Their bodies tensed up, and they looked in the direction from which the sounds came with wary looks. They were in time to see a vague black figure disappear behind a bamboo tree not too far away.

Similar sounds came from all around them.

The two of them turned their heads left and right and found similar black shadows appearing in all directions. They moved incredibly quickly, and Little North as well as Thunderous Battle could even see the unique cold glare that belonged to premodern combat weapons.

”Looks like we've been surrounded. Haha…”

Thunderous Battle was not afraid. Instead, he was delighted. He laughed and drew his sword from his back. He held it in an icepick grip. Then, he looked around the bamboo trees, and the fighting spirit in his eyes began to burn. He looked like he could scarcely wait to begin fighting.

They had been rushing forward without stopping for two days. They did not halt for even a moment. In his words, his muscles and bones had rusted over. If he did not find a place to move a bit, he would not even know how to put on the beginning stance for Infinite Sword Technique anymore.

At the same time, the two zombie puppets jumped out from behind Little North and landed on the ground without a sound. Their aura had become even thicker, and their durability had also improved. They wore hoods to cover up their frightening faces, and they looked like two silent messengers of death while standing beside Little North quietly.

Little North had begun making his puppets wear those hoods after Lu Mingyue controlled them and made them nearly ”kiss” him. It seemed that he had been quite disgusted by them at that time.

In just a few seconds, the mysterious black figures who had been wandering about the depths of the bamboo forest finally revealed themselves.

Strange and hurried orders rose, and a dozen or so black figures shot out from all directions. They held tsurugis with reverse grips in both their hands while dressed in black garments belonging to ninjas and black masks hiding their heads. They moved in short, swift, and steady footsteps while closing in on the trio at an astonishing speed.

”What the heck?!”