149: Chapter 131: Mockery and Smiling Face 149: Chapter 131: Mockery and Smiling Face “Patter.”
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed far in the empty hall as Xia Qin calmly walked along the familiar yet unfamiliar path.
A thin layer of water on the floor faintly reflected her delicate figure.
This “water” was the first barrier in the Bureau of Anomaly Managent’s Taboo Items Departnt.
If one didn’t qualify, they would instantly be pierced by the infinite water-like spears ford from the pool.
The flowing biomatter repeatedly verified the biological characteristics of the visitors and entrants, rendering ordinary disguises aningless.
Being able to enter this area itself represented approval from the Bureau of Anomaly Managent and the ability to add one’s “security code” to this pool.
“Old Jiang, help check on Xiao Min and the others.
Are the belongings of the four sacrificed mbers of my team still here?” At the end of the hall, Xia Qin asked a wall.
The next mont, the wall flipped open, and an old man appeared at the window.
“The belongings of Special Service Team Three?
Hold on, let check.”
Since casting curses using personal clothing or hair falls under the “Contact (Touch) Principle” of spells, it is the easiest curse for professionals to enact.
Therefore, one must carefully protect their personal items.
If possible, it’s best to replace them regularly and burn them to ashes.
As for the belongings left behind by the deceased, they often possess powerful resentnt (spirit) and pollution, making it nearly impossible to bury them.
If they are not polluted items, they are usually classified as “0-tier Taboo Items (lowest-tier),” stored in the first level “Miscellaneous Area” of the Taboo Items Managent Departnt of the Bureau of Anomaly Managent.
And due to the low storage level, the extraction procedure is quite simple.
“Xiao Min, Old Xie, Ah Long, Min Te’an…”
While waiting, Xia Qin gently touched her chest, inevitably recalling those familiar figures from the past.
Soon, Old Jiang returned with a puzzled expression on his face.
“Didn’t you guys take them away?
You said your superiors were investigating this, and it was your team mber, Lei Huoren, who took them.”
“Lei Huoren?”, Xia Qin’s face remained calm as ever, but her heart was already boiling.
Recently, things have been too busy.
Lei Huoren, who just got promoted to Deputy Captain in na, hadn’t even had ti to co here and leave his biological samples.
It was a privilege only reserved for actual Deputy Captains and above, and Reserve Team Captains, such as Xia Qin herself and the once-genius Sophist.
“Regret Spring Living Water” is a powerful Silver-tier Taboo Item.
The only problem is that it’s a living thing, eating without excreting, making it quite troubleso to revise the visitor list.
“Oh, I just wanted to confirm when they were taken away.”
“Last Tuesday, four days ago, at 6:30 in the evening.
It was Old Zhao who was on duty at the ti.”
Xia Qin took a deep breath, realizing that the situation was likely quite bad.
When she walked out of the Taboo Items Departnt, communication was just restored, and the real bad news ca.
“…
You’re right, the graves have been dug up, even the coffin wood has been taken away…” The swift man had gone to run to the suburbs’ mountain area again.
On the other end of the phone, the real Lei Huoren couldn’t hide his emotions even as he tried to remain calm.
“…
What’s worse is that not only were Ah Long and the others’ graves dug up, but all of the empty tombs of Secret Keepers on the neighboring hill have been robbed too!” By the end of it, Lei Huoren’s tone inevitably rose—it was no longer a simple matter, it was a humiliation to the entire official Secret Keeper community.
“What about the Watchers?” Xia Qin remained as calm as ever, partly because she had already entered a “still water runs deep” working state, but also because she had long prepared for the worst.
“They were buried in the original location of the coffin, with a ‘Mother Tree’ signboard on it!
What a bunch of bastards!” Lei Huoren could even imagine the smile on the face of the people who committed these atrocities when they buried the signboards.
“You caught !”
That bastard loved to create obvious flaws in irrelevant places, tempting opponents to react, making them run around in circles, just like an audience and supporting actor in a cody!
“Co back first, I’ll go to the headquarters.
This is a challenge against all of the Secret Keepers in the ancient city.
We’ll discuss it when you co back…
Call those young people over, we need their strength.”
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Even without receiving feedback from Xia Qin, Lu Ping’an could guess that it was a ss over there.
He had asked the big cat about the chanism of the redemption item, but only received so incomprehensible answers about ’cause and effect’ and ‘destiny.’ His inexplicable taboo knowledge had increased quite a bit.
This also forced him to complete his work as soon as possible.
“….
The bones of the dead, cursing their deaths and fates, longing for everything to have never happened, and even yearning for the reversal of ti.
They are the foundation of the ceremony, the more the better….”
There was a faint glimr of light in Lu Ping’an’s eyes, but blood was already seeping from the corners of his eyes.
Overusing Spirit Vision was not a good thing.
However, he could not decipher the contents of this Silver-tier taboo knowledge on his own in his current state.
The opened pages of the notebook displayed eerie symbols for “Bones of the Dead,” accompanied by so chaotic illustrations and blasphemous curse words.
As Lu Ping’an looked at it, innurable illusions appeared in his eyes, along with the wails and curses of countless dead people.
But he could also vaguely see a figure slowly and resolutely laying relics under the altar.
Lu Ping’an silently wrote it all down, and the forbidden notebook beca thicker and darker.
He was copying the contents of the Silver-tier literature into his Scholar’s notebook, transforming their taboo knowledge into his own.
Taboo knowledge itself is a powerful pollutant, which can be transferred.
As the Silver-tier literature beca thinner and lighter, his personal notebook beca thicker and darker.
Only through this process of “reading” and “understanding” could he turn the taboo knowledge into useful power and make it a part of himself.
Simply knowing the “process” is aningless, just like knowing that Spider-Man can climb walls wouldn’t help unless you could actually climb like him.
“….The Divine Source is the root of the ceremony.
Historical Secret Realms must involve ‘godly’ beings, and only the entangled karma between gods and humans, life and death, can possibly preserve ti….”
Turning to the next page, there was a sketch of the sun, its radiating light illuminating the world.
That was the “Divine Source,” a cornerstone of the world possessing divine power…
the power of rules.
Lu Ping’an paused for a mont, recalling sothing from what he had just copied.
“The Holy Image of the big cat?
Heh, in a way, that’s a good thing.”
Since the Holy Image of the big cat was so important, he didn’t have to worry about bumping into so evil cult leader boss while wandering outdoors.
anwhile, in another corner of the car, Guan Xinxian and his group were gazing at him with subtle expressions.
It wasn’t just because the ‘pollution’ was too dangerous, but also because he had been copying for too long, making people doubt whether he was actually a third-tier scholar.
On the way back, Lu Ping’an didn’t buy a train ticket, but hitched a ride with his senior brother instead.
The massive “Disaster Relief Vehicle,” which was almost the size of two fire trucks combined, also made it convenient for rescuers to carry various portable equipnt.
But Lu Ping’an started working as soon as he got onboard, which was a bit surprising.
However, when he had been copying for over two hours, surrounded by dark mist and still not stopping, the onlookers went from being shocked to numb.
Finally, Lu Ping’an rubbed his bloodstained eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the notebook.
“He finally couldn’t take it anymore.”
“He’s still human ow.”
But in fact, what Lu Ping’an was thinking about was sothing else.
“Is my notebook full after 300 pages?
Have I advanced to the next level as a Scholar?”
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