Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
In the blinding light, I struggled to adjust my eyes to the sudden brightness. It was a large circular hall with a high ceiling, and the walls were adorned with countless bronze masks. Each mask shimmered with an eerie glow under the lights.
My father's diary was right; Zhang Shou was pacing towards us, and Officer Li would surely come this way.
My father's diary? I was taken aback.
Ah, you didn't know? He sneered as he pulled out a tattered notebook from his pocket. This was written by your father after he was captured. It's truly touching, having been written over the course of sixteen years.
I stared intently at the diary. The cover was worn, but I could still recognize my father's handwriting.
Give me the diary! I stepped forward.
Don't be hasty. Zhang Shou opened the diary and said, Let me read you a few passages. This content is far more interesting than you can imagine.
He cleared his throat and began to read aloud:
Date: I have finally discovered the secret of the Sun Cult. They are searching for a special blood type that possesses some incredible properties. It is said that if enough blood is gathered, immortality can be achieved.
That's the delusion of a madman! Zhou Jing shouted.
Delusion? Zhang Shou laughed. Then tell me, why was your sister chosen? Why are these children selected? Because they all carry this special blood type!
He continued reading:
Date: I finally understand why they must act on the night of the full moon. Those bronze masks are ancient alchemical products that can only activate their power under moonlight. The price for immortality is the sacrifice of pure souls.
I noticed Zhou Jing's expression change: What do you know?
My sister—her voice trembled—she indeed has a rare blood type. The doctor said it’s found in less than one in a thousand people worldwide.
Exactly! Zhang Shou interrupted her. That’s why she was chosen. You, dear Zhou Jing, also carry the same blood type.
He closed the diary: Unfortunately, your father discovered it too early. But it doesn't matter; today you can reunite with your sister.
Wait, I said, since you have this diary, why not eliminate you beforehand? He laughed because the diary says you might also carry that blood type. Your father always protected you and never let you get tested. But today, we will uncover the truth.
At that moment, several masked individuals pushed in a Yi-Rang Apparatus.
This is the latest blood analysis device, Zhang Shou explained, capable of identifying special blood types within ten minutes.
I continued to stall for time: So all these years, you've been searching for people with this blood type?
Correct. He nodded. We have bases worldwide specifically searching for carriers. Changling Village was one of the earliest experimental bases.
He pointed at the masks on the wall. "Do you know why these masks are so special? They are made from a unique metal, said to come from an ancient civilization. Each mask can store and purify blood, and when the moonlight shines upon them..."
Suddenly, the ceiling of the hall began to move. A circular skylight slowly opened, allowing moonlight to pour in.
It was almost the time of the full moon. Zhang Shou glanced at his watch. "Let’s test your blood first and see if you’re really as special as your father claimed."
At that moment, I noticed a corner of my father's diary sticking out, revealing a piece of paper. It seemed to have something written on it, but I couldn't make it out from this angle.
"Take them to the altar!" Zhang Shou commanded with a wave of his hand.
A few people stepped forward, trying to grab us. Zhou Jing and I stood back to back, ready to fight with all our might. But just then, an unexpected voice rang out:
"Village Chief, SWAT has surrounded the entire mountain!"
Everyone froze. Zhang Shou's expression changed dramatically. "When did this happen?"
"Just ten minutes ago. They've already secured all exits!"
Zhang Shou's face twisted in rage. "Don't panic! Stick to the plan. As long as we complete the ritual, even if they get in, it will be too late!"
He turned to us. "It looks like we need to speed things up. Hold them down on the altar! As for the other hostages..." He sneered, "Since the police are coming, let them see what it means to wield divine power!"
At the other end of the hall, a hidden door opened. I saw my father being pushed inside. Though he looked worn out, his gaze remained resolute.
"Xiao Hao! Xieqin!" he called out.
"Don’t worry," he said, his voice weak but calm. "The diary has everything written in it."
His eyes lingered on the diary for a second. Suddenly, I realized that the piece of paper sticking out must contain important information!
The moonlight grew brighter, casting an eerie glow on the bronze masks. I watched as Zhang Shou picked up a special mask and put it on his face, while others followed suit and donned their masks.
The great ritual was about to begin.
Comment 0 Comment Count