visiting a friend's home would greet their parents and elders, rightBut my brother just wouldn't have anything to do with her. He gave her the cold shoulder and ignored her, making the atmosphere inc...The Witch King's City contains countless ancient texts, many of which are precious materials that have long been lost to the world. I am not an expert scholar and am unable to glean any conclusions from those obscure and difficult passages.

But I heard from people who followed Mu Wanchen that when they were cleaning up the secret room with the Great Shaman, they discovered a hidden compartment.

According to the shamanic inheritance tradition, these secrets are "secretly transmitted," meaning they are passed down orally through generations. Perhaps this compartment was a place where a great shaman king of a certain generation stored confidential items, but for various reasons, it was not passed down. Therefore, Mu Wanchen doesn't know either.

Until this earthquake cracked part of the palace, that ancient mask would never have reappeared.

The Shaman King's sacred artifact for worshipping the heavens... This ancient wooden mask, old beyond compare, covers the eyes and holds back the breath, allowing the wearer a fleeting glimpse of something unseen.

Could this be the source of the mysterious power of the witch clan

Past wizards and seers were often high priests or national diviners. They led the rituals and divination, earning respect from both the king and the common people. In a sense, they also guided the future of a nation or tribe.

I remember there were pictures of the Sanxingdui artifacts in our history textbooks. This mysterious culture once appeared, flourished thousands of years ago, and then suddenly disappeared, leaving behind so many mysteries.

One of the most typical examples is that three thousand years ago, they were able to produce bronze vessels that divided circles equally. No one can explain what this sacrificial vessel was used for.

Let me divide this circle, and I'm still left with a whole bunch of question marks. How did people thousands of years ago manage to do it Did they really have wisdom beyond their time

To figure out this mask thing, I went to the tomb and flipped through the books when I had nothing else to do.

Books piled up densely along the tomb path, so many that I couldn't finish reading them in three lifetimes. I could only hold a glimmer of hope and flip through them at random. Some bamboo scrolls, I didn't even dare to touch for fear of damaging them.

There were so many things in the Witch King's City, Mu Wanchen was busy checking and directing the transport while I managed the temporary camp and spent time in the mausoleum passageway. That way, I could still see Mu Wanchen a couple of times.

"Your Highness, the air circulation here isn't good. You shouldn't go in too deep." The guard nervously followed me.

After all, it was a tomb, the final resting place of the deceased. He felt a little nervous.

The tomb of the former King Miao in Wangcheng is said to house countless ancestors, all turned into corpse kings. They require the life force of living people to sustain themselves. This place, on the other hand, is only dim and secluded, much safer.

"Don't panic, I'm just looking through a book. Back off a little and steady the lamp for me." I reminded him.

Due to the presence of books, it is not possible to light a fire pit for fear of causing a fire. Only a special fireproof lantern can be used.

This is the first time I've seen this kind of lantern. The frame of the lantern is made of split bamboo tubes, and a circle of bamboo tubes filled with water is placed on top. As soon as the lantern tilts, a stream of water immediately extinguishes the candle flame, not even giving it a chance to ignite.

Next time, let's have Lin Yanhuan, Young Master Lin, bring in some solar-powered flashlights. Otherwise, relying on this lantern, our eyes will be strained to blindness.

It's a bit creepy to light lanterns in the graveyard. The range of light is too small, and if you walk a little further away, it feels like the lantern's light is being swallowed by the darkness.

"Little Princess, did you find the book you wanted Take it out and have a look, it's so dark in here..." The guard's voice trembled slightly.

"Hey, what are you afraid of I'm not scared at all! This is just the entrance corridor of the tomb, we haven't even reached the main gate yet. Why are you so panicked" I scolded him while trying to reassure myself.

The darkness deep within the corridor seemed alluring, yet I felt a pang of unease in my heart.

"No, not... We've heard elders warn us never to approach the Witch King's tomb. They say it eats people..."

"Eat people You believe that kind of childish talk I checked this passageway with the Great Shaman just the other day, there was nothing unusual about it." I glared at him.

The guard rubbed his arms and, holding the lantern carefully, whispered: "The rumor about it being a man-eater is because throughout history, every Grand Shaman would walk in on their own, not being carried in. And none of those who entered, whether followers or sacrificial companions, ever returned with their souls. So there's the saying about it eating people... as if they were devoured."

I'm a little scared, I whispered, "...Are you scaring me ... Okay, come help me carry some books, let's go out."

"Good." The guard hurriedly nodded, reaching out to take the book I handed him. As a result, he swayed accidentally—

Ouch...

With a soft hiss, the candle was extinguished by water.

"Ouch!" I jumped, whispering, "You bastard, watch out! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm sorry… Your Highness, please spare me, let’s just get out of here!" He stammered in fear.

Let's go, go, go! My scalp is starting to tingle. I fumble around trying to pull out my phone to light the way.

Cell phone battery life is precious here, I usually turn it off to save power. When I urgently need it, I fumble for it and didn't notice that the wooden mask hanging on my waist fell off.

giggle...giggle...

The mask tumbled twice on the glazed bricks, its swaying sound echoing down the passageway.

I hurriedly crouched down to touch the helmet. It was pitch black here. As my hand reached out and touched the helmet, suddenly a large hand covered my hand!

"AAAAAAAAAA!!!"

I jumped up, like my hair was on fire, and I didn't even care about the mask or the phone anymore.

He turned and ran wildly towards the exit.

That hand still wouldn't let go, gripping my neck tightly.

"...Oh, little ancestor, are you always so jumpy and skittish Have a bit of awareness as a pregnant woman, would you"

Mu Wanchen's voice, along with his soul lamp, appeared.

"You, you... Don't you scare me like that! I almost thought I woke up some real, ancient ancestor!"

"If there was danger, Bai Ni wouldn't protect you You're so afraid and still come here to do what I feel you walking deeper and deeper, immediately opening the magic gate to come over, just in time to see you drop your mask and wanted to help you pick it up, who knew it would scare you like this." Mu Wanchen frowned and said.

My heart was about to jump out! The guard next to me was so scared his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"You... how did you feel that I was walking deeper and deeper Did you install surveillance on me" I asked in bewilderment.

"What do you have on you, did you forget" He reached out and touched my stomach.

I had long forgotten! The female centipede venom is very dormant, as long as I don't eat chocolate, it "sleeps" like a dead pig.

"I can't open a portal in a place with an altar barrier. It would break the barrier. If you go any further, I won't be able to find you by opening a portal, so please hurry and stop you from going in." Mu Wanchen explained.

"Hmph, this mask is so mysterious. I'll see if there are any records in ancient texts..." I said as I placed the mask on my face.

In my everyday life, I press it a hundred times and probably wouldn't see anything unusual once.

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