Chapter 1875 - 686: The Meeting Date

Jiang Lan stared at Su Mo, speechless for a long while.

Su Mo looked at the sky outside:

"Hurry up, there’s not much time left.

"We still have to take care of the main business later.

"If you don’t open this box, I’ll open you up."

Jiang Lan sighed, his Mystical Skill circulating, focusing intently.

This was Dongmen Yong’s box.

Who knows what’s really hidden inside?

A slight mistake could cost a life.

He took a deep breath, then cautiously reached forward, grasping both sides of the box, lifting it gently.

He strained his hearing but didn’t catch the slightest sound of mechanism, finally feeling a bit relieved.

With another slight lift, the box was opened.

He slowly moved the lid aside.

The two of them peered inside the box.

But they were both astonished.

"Empty?"

Jiang Lan looked at the utterly empty box, his face full of confusion.

Then he was furious:

"This Dongmen Yong is really no good, idly creating a secret compartment behind the bookshelf.

"Do you think someone who makes a secret compartment in a study can be a good person?

"That’s not even the main issue, after making the compartment, he actually placed an empty box, making me paranoid.

"I almost got scared to the point of wetting my pants by a box, ridiculous."

Su Mo also slightly furrowed his brows, again focusing on the lid, having Jiang Lan flip it over.

Jiang Lan listened for once.

He flipped the box over, but there was no Xuanji at all.

This was just an ordinary box, barely big enough to fit a book.

There were no secret compartments on the box.

It really was utterly empty.

Su Mo pondered for a long time, asking Jiang Lan to put the box away and take it along.

Then he led him to the back of this thatched house.

At the back was a small courtyard.

The courtyard was not large and seemed long neglected, leading to overgrown weeds.

And in the center of the courtyard, there was a mound of a grave.

There was a tombstone in front of the grave, with a simple epitaph inscribed with five words: The Grave of Dongmen Yong.

Su Mo stood at the grave mound, standing silently for a while, and said to Jiang Lan:

"I’ll trouble Vice Hall Master Jiang."

Do you look troubled at all?

Jiang Lan muttered inwardly, took a shovel, walked around the tombstone, and inserted the shovel into the ground, spat on his hands, patted them twice, and couldn’t help saying:

"Your martial arts are so high, why not just blast this mound open with a palm strike?"

"Too much noise, it’s likely to cause trouble."

"Then I’ll shout aloud now..."

"Then I’ll kill you and leave.

"You are a thief of the Imperial Dao, in this cloud-hidden place, human rights don’t likely exist.

"Even if you die, no one will inquire.

"Instead, some might say you dug the grave overnight because of deep hatred toward the Jinglong Association.

"A more superstitious saying might be that you suffered retribution for grave digging, with Dongmen Yong’s corpse coming back to life to kill.

"In any case, they won’t get my traces, and no one will handle the aftermath."

Jiang Lan was momentarily speechless, muttering as he began digging the grave.

Su Mo paid no mind to what he muttered.

He just stood by watching him work.

What ran through his mind were the two characters on that box.

What do those two characters really mean?

The night deepened, and the rhythmic sound of digging echoed.

Jiang Lan, with high martial arts skills, wasn’t out of breath or flushed after each shovel stroke, and in a moment, the surrounding area was full of dirt.

At that point, as a shovel fell down.

There was a cracking sound.

The shovel hit the coffin board.

He immediately cleared the area around the coffin, revealing it fully in front of them.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan looked up at Su Mo:

"I don’t have any more business, right?"

"One task shouldn’t burden two masters, please also open the coffin, Vice Hall Master Jiang."

"..."

Jiang Lan had expected this.

He snorted, inserted the shovel into the coffin seam, then rotated his Inner Strength, and with a series of bangs, one after another, the coffin nails sprang loose, and with a surge of force, there was a whoosh sound, and the coffin lid shot up, spinning continuously.

It finally landed to one side.

Su Mo stepped forward, leaned down and saw inside the coffin a person, with a jade piece in their mouth, lying silently.

He stared intently, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, he remembered that back in Donghuang when he went to Dongcheng and experienced the change in Tianqu City.

After returning to the Southwest, he took Manager Zhan’s ship.

At the time, he and Wei Ziyi stood by the ship’s railing, chatting idly.

Then an old man silently appeared behind them.

Only when he was very close did he become aware.

This old man was the very person lying in this coffin now.

So he was Dongmen Yong...

Su Mo sighed deeply.

Manager Zhan belonged to the subordinates of the Sixth Jing.

Back then, not only Dongmen Yong was on that ship, but also the Sixth Jing.

Unfortunately, he was still naive at the time, otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t have let them leave Donghuang alive.

Now, Manager Zhan died miserably in front of the Martial God Temple.

The Sixth Jing was beaten to death by him inside the Martial God Temple.

The corpse of the Third Jing appeared before him in such a manner.

But... is this person really the Third Jing?

Su Mo’s heart stirred slightly, and with a step, there was a crashing sound, and the whole coffin was pulled out of the ground.

He casually flicked his hand, letting the coffin land gently on the ground.

Only then did he put on the deer skin gloves, checking the state of the corpse.

The face bore no mask; it was genuine.

Yet, this only made Su Mo more confused...

Did Dongmen Yong really die?

Died ten days ago?