Novel Full Chapter 569 I’ll Curse Her Back If She Curses Me!
Chapter 569 I’ll Curse Her Back If She Curses Me!?
?Villain Ch 569. I’ll Curse Her Back If She Curses Me!
Allen couldn’t help but agree with Shea’s observation. “You are right; that bracelet is a clear sign we’re getting closer to Mei Ling. We should be close to finding her,” he stated, continuing its steady pace through the dimly lit corridors.
Vivian chimed in with a suggestion, “So our job is to calm her down, right? Maybe through a good fight?”
Allen considered the idea. “I think so,” he replied, keeping his focus on the path ahead.
Alice quipped, “The only thing that upset me was that we couldn’t bring that bracelet. I’m convinced it would be worth a lot if we could take it with us.”
Bella shot her a side-eye, cautioning, “You want to sell dead people’s goods? You’ll be cursed.”
Unfazed, Alice retorted, “Hey, I’m a witch. I’ll curse her back if she curses me.”
The group reached another perplexing intersection. Frustrated by the lack of clues, they contemplated retracing their steps. However, just as they were about to pivot, Allen’s keen eyes spotted a peculiar sight – a lance lodged in the corner.
“Hey, check this out,” Allen exclaimed, pointing towards the weapon. The others gathered around, shifting inquisitively. The lance seemed out of place.
Zoe squinted at the lance. “What’s that doing here?” she wondered aloud. Larissa chimed in, “Maybe it’s a hint. Like, we should go in the direction it’s pointing?” The group exchanged glances, considering the possibility.
Bella crossed her arms. “Or it could just be some random decoration. This place has a weird aesthetic, after all.”
Allen decided to investigate further. “I don’t think so,” he said and extended his hand to the lance. He didn’t know whether it was related to the quest or not. But for sure, he knew it didn’t belong to Mei Ling. Unexpectedly, it triggered something.
As if a veil of time had been lifted, Allen and the others found themselves standing in the same spot within the tomb, but everything around them had transformed. The once ancient and worn surroundings now gleamed as if newly finished, and the air crackled with an energy different from the spectral eeriness they had grown accustomed to.
In front of them unfolded a holographic scene, an immersive display of a past event. A lone figure, donned in intricate eastern armor, stood valiantly against overwhelming odds. The guards attacking him were equally vivid, their forms illuminated by the ghostly light of the hologram.
Above the lone warrior, a name materialized in luminous characters – Lian Feng.
He stood tall and resolute, his armor intricately adorned with symbols of honor. Lian Feng wielded a spear. His eyes reflected a fierce determination as he faced the onslaught, a stark contrast to the numerous adversaries closing in on him.
The scene unfolded as Lian Feng stood resolute against the onslaught of his fellow soldiers. His lance moved with a fluidity born of practiced skill, parrying strikes and launching counterattacks. The clashing of metal echoed through the tomb, creating an intense spectacle.
“Please, let Mei Ling go,” Lian Feng implored, his voice echoing within the chamber. His plea carried a sense of desperation, a plea for mercy and understanding. The other guards, however, remained steadfast in their allegiance to the empress dowager’s orders and the emperor’s will.
“Sorry, Lady Mei Ling must accompany the Emperor in death. It was the Emperor’s will and Empress Dowager’s order,” replied one of the guards.
Lian Feng’s eyes reflected a mixture of frustration and sorrow as he continued to fend off his comrades. “At least, let me meet her once for our goodbye. I need to explain that I wasn’t the one who drugged her,” he pleaded once more, desperation permeating his voice. His appeal, however, fell on deaf ears, the other guards unmoved by his heartfelt request. 𝘪𝓇𝑎.
The confrontation escalated and Lian Feng’s resistance became more fervent. The clash of lances intensified, but the overwhelming numbers proved insurmountable. Despite his valiant efforts, the lances of the opposing guards found their mark. Lian Feng’s body was pierced, and his lance fell from his grasp.
Dying but not yet dead, Lian Feng crumpled to the ground, his body weakened by the multiple wounds inflicted upon him. The holographic depiction conveyed the gravity of the moment, capturing the anguish etched on Lian Feng’s face. The guards, unrelenting in their duty, showed no remorse.
One of the guards, displaying no hint of sympathy, suggested that they should take Lian Feng’s body out. The tomb, a sacred sanctuary for the emperor and Concubine Mei Ling, couldn’t serve as the final resting place for a fallen warrior. The group carefully carried the dying Lian Feng away, leaving the scene frozen in a tableau of tragedy.
The holographic display of the past gradually dissipated, leaving the tomb’s environment to return to its current state. Silence lingered for a moment, a collective pause among Allen and the girls as they absorbed the weight of the historical revelation.
Allen turned to the group, his expression contemplative yet resolute. “It looks like we know the truth now,” he remarked, his eyes reflecting a newfound understanding. The others nodded in agreement, their earlier assumptions of betrayal now transformed into a narrative of profound misunderstanding.
“It’s not about betrayal,” Vivian continued, breaking the silence. “It’s a tragic tale of miscommunication and the consequences of a love caught in the tumult of political machinations.”
Jane spoke up, her voice tinged with empathy, “They couldn’t be together because of circumstances beyond their control. It’s a sad story.”
Allen nodded in agreement. “Our task now is to help Mei Ling find peace. Perhaps that’s the closure she has been seeking all these years.”
The group continued walking, the lance serving as a poignant guide through the intricate pathways of the tomb. The air grew heavier as they ventured deeper until, finally, they reached a wider chamber.
The atmosphere shifted in this spacious area, the ceiling towering above them, and a sense of solemnity settling in the air. At the center of the chamber rested a large stone coffin, an imposing structure that seemed to hold the weight of the past within its silent confines. The coffin itself was adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes of a bygone era.
Bella broke the silence, her voice a mere whisper, “Ya know, I kinda have bad feelings for this.”
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