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Until I saw the words on the stone tablet…” Zhang Qilin’s words drew Zhang Hao’s attention to the stone tablet in front.

The symbols on the stone tablet are disorganized, as if they were scribbled randomly. There is no pattern to follow and it is difficult to interpret their meaning.

However, Zhang Qilin called them "words", which surprised Zhang Hao.

"Brother Qilin, are you saying that the carvings on these stone tablets are not meaningless scribbles, but a kind of lost writing?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

"Have you ever heard of the Ghost Kingdom?" Zhang Qilin asked a question without looking back.

Zhang Hao racked his brains but could not find any memory of the "Ghost Country".

"The Ghost Kingdom was a mysterious regime during the Shang Dynasty. It was once prosperous, but was destroyed because it chose the wrong side." Zhang Qilin said slowly, "The Ghost Kingdom is located at the intersection of the human world and the sound world, called Guigu, hence the name. They are proficient in soul divination and have a unique understanding of yin and yang. Later, with contact with the outside world, the Ghost Kingdom left some traces in unofficial history, but its history has been forgotten for many generations."

Although Zhang Hao was puzzled as to why Zhang Qilin suddenly mentioned the Ghost Kingdom, he also realized that this building might have an inextricable connection with the Ghost Kingdom.

However, he couldn't help but feel puzzled when he thought that the Shang Dynasty was thousands of years ago and the historical traces of this building obviously could not be traced back that far.

What's more, according to the old village chief, the village was moved here only a few hundred years ago, and it is difficult to link it with the history of the Ghost Country.

Zhang Qilin seemed to see through Zhang Hao's thoughts and smiled slightly: "The reason why I mentioned the Ghost Country is to let you know the big background. There was an evil ghost magic circulating in the Ghost Country. Those who mastered this ghost magic, in order to pursue stronger power, eventually embarked on a path of no return and became the legendary Ghost King."

Zhang Hao suddenly realized that Zhang Qilin's preparations finally revealed a corner of the truth.

"You mean, this building is actually an ancient altar or something similar? And someone built it here with ulterior motives, using mountains, rivers and dragon energy to perform some kind of unspeakable ritual to open the passage between the human world and the ghost world and summon the Ghost King?" Zhang Hao speculated.

Zhang Qilin nodded approvingly: "It is indeed much easier to talk with a smart person. This is exactly what I saw behind the stone gate. In that enclosed space, there is an altar in the center. The dragon energy on the altar is boiling. It is obvious that the sacrifice is about to begin."

Zhang Hao's mood suddenly became heavy. He recalled the experience of signing a contract with the gods and taking over the Yin Yang Inn. It seemed that all this was not simple.

He had already anticipated that there might be a deeper plan behind this, but he never expected it to be so complicated.

"Time is running out," Zhang Hao said worriedly, "Once the dragon energy is fully utilized by them, the entire ceremony may go smoothly. By then, the passage between the human world and the ghost world will be opened, and yin and yang will be indistinguishable. The Yin-Yang Inn will also bear the brunt of the consequences."

The Yin Yang Inn, originally standing between the Yin and Yang worlds, not only runs business in Yang City, but also receives guests from both the Yin and Yang worlds.

Zhang Hao once used the origin of Yin and Yang to hire Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence to serve him, but now, if what Zhang Qilin said is true, the ceremony succeeds and the Ghost King is born, both the Yin and Yang worlds will fall into turmoil.

"Why are you so sure that time is running out? This building has existed for a hundred years. If they really wanted to use dragon energy for sacrifice, they would have achieved their goal long ago, right?" Zhang Hao questioned.

"Impossible." Zhang Qilin said firmly, "Dragon Qi is produced by the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and must be placed in a specific container to be preserved for a short period of time. In the center of the altar behind the stone gate, there is a jade jar made of white jade. After the dragon Qi flows into it, it is retained and compressed. They obviously want to use the power of the container to break the boundary between the yin and yang worlds, open the ghost gate, and release the ghost king."

Zhang Qilin's reasoning was clear and convincing. As the only person who had seen the scene behind the stone gate, his words were undoubtedly highly credible. Zhang Hao fell into deep thought, his heart filled with unprecedented pressure and confusion.

"So, you think that the leakage of dragon energy in the river and the recent series of bizarre things happening in Sanjiashan Village are all related to this incident?" Zhang Hao tried to get confirmation from Zhang Qilin.

However, Zhang Qilin neither confirmed nor denied it, but just stood there silently without any reaction.

Just as Zhang Hao wanted to ask further questions, the surface of the river suddenly changed. The originally calm river surface was slowed down by the suppression of the Water Dragon King.

But at this moment, four or five huge whirlpools appeared silently on the surface of the river. They were spinning faster and faster, causing the water flow on the entire river to surge violently.

At the same time, the originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, with large patches of dark clouds gathering around Sanjia Mountain, giving people a depressing feeling as if doomsday was coming.

Fatty Wang saw this and didn't care about the conversation between Zhang Qilin and Zhang Hao anymore, and rushed to the two of them. "Hey, you two, what's going on? The weather was fine just now, why did it change as soon as we came out?" he asked anxiously.

"Oh! Brother Qilin, Brother Zhang Hao, look, there is movement on the river again. It must be that the Water Dragon King can't hold on any longer, so the river surface is starting to change again!" Fatty Wang stood between the two of them, and while speaking, he looked down at the river.

Fatty Wang was not stupid either, so he could sense that there was something fishy going on. He subconsciously looked up at Zhang Qilin and said, "Brother Qilin, what is going on? Can you explain it more clearly?"

But Zhang Qilin returned to his usual silence, just glanced at Wang Pangzi indifferently and said nothing. Wang Pangzi was asking for trouble. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he and Zhang Qilin had experienced a lot together and knew each other's personalities well. If he was really angry, he would have been pissed off to death by Zhang Qilin.

Seeing that Zhang Qilin was unwilling to say more, Fatty Wang stopped asking and turned to Zhang Hao: "Brother Zhang Hao, I have done what you asked me to do to put peace and blessings on the whole village. You can go ask the old village chief. But on the river..." He obviously wanted to get some answers from Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao frowned and was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Let's go down the mountain."

Everyone finally went down the mountain, and the old village chief was carried back to the village. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhuzi, who had been waiting there, rushed up and said, "Mr. Yin Yang, what are you doing? Our village chief is so old, you are not going to hit him, are you?" He was eager to defend the old village chief.

"Besides, what happened in the village during this period has nothing to do with the old village chief, so you'd better stop messing with him!" Zhuzi's words were full of protection for the old village chief.

Fatty Wang glanced at Zhu coldly and said, "Brother Zhu, which eye of yours saw us being mean to the old village chief? The old village chief was tired from climbing the mountain with us and wanted to rest for a while. We carried him down and he didn't say anything, but you are worrying about nothing here!" After saying that, he put the old village chief's legs on the stone next to him and pointed at Zhu, "If you don't want us to touch them, I, Fatty, will not serve you anymore! You can do whatever you want and take the old village chief back to the village!"

Zhuzi wanted to say something, but when he saw the dark clouds above his head and the river surface that was no longer calm, he finally shut his mouth. After all, Mr. Yin Yang was still the backbone of the villagers. If Mr. Yin Yang didn't care, the safety of the entire village would really be at risk.

Zhuzi had no choice but to lift the old village chief's legs and walked quickly towards the village with Zhang Hao. The villagers also noticed the change in the weather, and they all stood at the doorsteps of their homes, greeting their neighbors from afar. Because Fatty Wang had previously explained that the Ping An Fu could not be picked within three days, the villagers did not dare to go out easily. When they saw the old village chief being carried back, they were filled with worry. A few brave and sturdy men bravely ran over, but as soon as they arrived at the main hall, they bumped into Zhuzi who was about to go out. Both sides took a few steps back. Zhuzi was so thin that he sat down on the ground, screaming in pain.

"Da Zhuang, why did you run out here instead of staying at home? You bumped into me and my butt is about to break into four pieces!" Zhuzi complained.

Da Zhuang smiled embarrassedly, his eyes involuntarily looking towards the inner room: "I was in a hurry just now, so I bumped into you. Brother Zhuzi, what happened to our village chief? I seemed to see you just now..."

Zhuzi quickly made a gesture to silence the crowd and pointed at Zhang Hao who was standing beside him in deep thought: "This matter is not our business, so you should just go home. Although I don't know why the old village chief has become like this, just look at Mr. Yin Yang's expression and you will know that today's matter is not simple."

Although Da Zhuang is a mountain man with little education, he is not stupid.

After listening to Zhuzi's words, he felt that it made sense, so he nodded and followed Zhuzi out of the village chief's house.

"Boom..." Thunder began to be heard faintly in the sky. At the same time, a strong wind suddenly blew in the village.

The roofs of several thatched houses built outside were instantly blown off, making the whole village look even more eerie.

Zhang Qilin pursed his lips and looked at Zhang Hao's back, as if waiting for him to make a decision. But Zhang Hao was still in deep thought and didn't say a word.

"Brother Zhang Hao, what should we do now? It seems that the Water Dragon King in the river can no longer suppress the dragon energy. If the dragon energy spreads further, it will probably bring a greater disaster. Otherwise, let's wake up the old village chief and let him notify the villagers to evacuate quickly!" Fatty Wang said anxiously.

Zhang Hao just smiled faintly: "If only things were as simple as you said."

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After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qilin, "Brother Qilin, I hope you can go to a place with me. Fatty, now you should ask the villagers to stay at home and no one should come out."

"Brother Zhang Hao, do you want to..." Fatty Wang asked, somewhat puzzled.

But he was interrupted by Zhang Hao's cold eyes before he could finish his words.

Fatty Wang knew that Zhang Hao might be planning a big game. The more he asked, the more unstable his plan might become.

So he could only shut his mouth helplessly.

"Okay then, I'll stay in the village and tell the villagers not to wander around. The rest of the things will be left to you and Brother Qilin." He looked at Zhang Qilin next to him and finally compromised.

Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin turned around and walked out without hesitation. At this time, the sky outside was already terribly gloomy.

The dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on people's heads, thunder rumbled, and the river was no longer calm.

All this seems to indicate that a huge catastrophe is about to come.

Zhang Qilin returned to his silent self.

Everything that needs to be said has been made clear to Zhang Hao. As for what to do next, it all depends on Zhang Hao.

The two of them came to the river, and Zhang Hao took out the corpse lock that he had taken from Fatty Wang's pocket when he was at the village chief's house, and whipped it three times towards the river...

The scene was almost identical to what Fatty Wang had witnessed. The whirlpool on the river surface began to spin faster and faster, and then a huge body slowly emerged from the center of the river.

That was the Water Dragon King. He looked in very bad condition. He lowered his head weakly, swam slowly to the river, and looked at Zhang Hao with helpless eyes.

"It's useless even if you shout your throat out. I still say the same thing. If the Zhenjiang dragon coffin is not sent back as soon as possible and the dragon's eye is blocked, the dragon's energy will leak out and the whole village will be flooded sooner or later." The voice of the Water Dragon King revealed fatigue and anxiety.

Zhang Hao stared at the huge shell of the Water Dragon King. Logically speaking, as a spiritual creature in the water, the Water Dragon King has been around for thousands of years, so its shell should be the hardest thing in the world.

However, the turtle shell in front of him was full of scars and tatters, as if it would disintegrate at any time.

Fatty Wang’s previous words were confirmed, and Zhang Hao also understood something.

"The injuries on your body are caused by the impact of the leaked dragon energy when you blocked the dragon's eye, right?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

"Isn't this asking even though you already know the answer? Someone has asked me this before, wasn't I clear enough?" The Water Dragon King was visibly annoyed. "I really don't understand what you are thinking. The Zhenjiang Dragon Coffin was placed underwater to suppress the underwater dragon veins in the Yellow River Basin. And you, on the other hand, took it away in the name of archaeology. Is that all you need?"

Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin looked at each other and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. They didn't know how to explain it when things got to this point.

"I'm really sorry. Maybe the archaeological team didn't notice the dragon rock below during the exploration and thought it was just an ancient coffin that had been submerged in water for many years." Zhang Hao apologized sincerely, but the Water Dragon King became even more furious.

“I can feel that the dragon energy is leaking out faster and faster. Not to mention me, even with the Zhenjiang Dragon Coffin, I may not be able to completely suppress it. You have reaped the consequences of your own actions. Don’t blame me for everything.” After saying that, the Water Dragon King turned around and tried to dive into the water.

At this moment, the corpse rope in Zhang Hao's hand suddenly flew towards the river bank, as if it had its own consciousness. It was like a snake in the water, instantly wrapping around one of the legs of the Water Dragon King and pulling him back to the shore.

"What do you mean? (End of this chapter)