Chapter 754 The Sleeper

Xia Fan originally thought that it was just an ordinary long table. After all, most of the furniture in the courtyard was made of stone. There was no sense of disobedience in placing such a table in the middle of the room. It was not until Feleton mentioned it that he realized that this table might be unusual.

"You guessed right. As expected of the mistress, you can find such a tasteful tomb." Mr. Three Eyes' tone was full of intoxication. "Hidden in the mountains, it will never be easily disturbed by others; and the surrounding area is like a miracle. Anyone who takes a look at it can become a lifelong topic of conversation! If this news spreads to Silisti, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire kingdom!"

And the Salvation Church found the escape tower according to the prophecy decades ago.

Doesn't this mean that the Western Blood Clan crossed the vast mountains and arrived here independently a long time ago?

Xia Fan cast his eyes on the sarcophagus. He was now concerned about another question, "Is the mistress Stitch lying in this sarcophagus now?"

Hua Lin nodded slightly, "The Zodiac Key does not point to other places, proving that this is the last tomb the mistress is looking for. After the vampires enter long sleep, their lifespan will also stagnate, so as long as there is no external force to disturb them, she should still be sleeping now."

"Ahem... You mentioned external forces, I can't guarantee other places, but this is an evil spirit flooding area, and evil spirits will erupt almost every month. Are you sure no one will disturb the mistress?" Xia Fan reminded kindly.

The two were stunned at the same time.

After a long while, Feleton reacted and his face changed drastically, saying, "Evil spirit flooding area?"

"Yes. The evil spirit harassment an hour ago was not an accident, but a normal situation."

In fact, it was not because the power supply of the escape tower was reconnected, so that the brightly lit skylight area greatly curbed the evil spirits. The seventieth floor was still a dangerous depth, and it was basically impossible for people to stay.

Princess Muye and Felayton looked at each other, and rushed to the sarcophagus, completely losing their previous joy.

"Your Highness Hualin, can you open it?"

"Let me see... It seems that the sealing method is the highest level of blood seal, which requires the original blood to remove it."

"No signs of damage were found. Perhaps the evil spirit did not notice this tomb. Your Highness, the matter of unsealing is left to you."

"Well, even if we have nothing to ask the mistress for help, we can't let her continue to sleep in such a dangerous place." Hualin showed her fangs, bit her wrist hard, and then smeared the spilled blood on the coffin lid. The blood flowed along the grooves, and then emitted a faint red light.

This means that the magic is still working.

Xia Fan was also a little surprised. As an area occupied by evil spirits, the breath of the living should be quite attractive. He didn't expect that after nearly a hundred years, the evil spirits had no intention of attacking this tomb. Could it be that Mistress Stitch had some tricks to prevent the forces of chaos?

After a moment, the princess said in a deep voice, "The seal is open."

"Please let me do it." Feleton bowed deeply to the sarcophagus, then held both sides of the coffin lid and took a deep breath, "Excuse me!"

After the voice fell, he lifted the cover plate that was as thick as a palm and carefully placed it next to the sarcophagus.

Xia Fan originally thought that there would be strange phenomena such as black air overflowing, or roars such as "Who dares to disturb my long sleep", but the result was calm and nothing happened.

Hua Lin took a step forward, leaned over to look at the bottom of the coffin, then took a breath and covered his mouth in surprise, "How could it be..."

"What happened?"

Xia Fan followed two steps, and at this moment his curiosity was greater than the idea of ​​avoiding suspicion.

When he saw the scene in the sarcophagus, he was also stunned on the spot-the coffin was not empty, and the angry blood clan mistress did not exist. There were actually two dry bones in the narrow stone passage. Judging from the degree of weathering, the owner of the skeleton had passed away a long time ago, and there was no possibility of waking up after a long sleep.

A lot of questions suddenly emerged in Xia Fan's mind.

Why are there two people in the vampire's long sleep?

Could one of them be Stitch?

If not, where did she go?

But no matter what, this can at least answer one of his previous questions-why the evil spirits did not visit this place. Because for the latter, there is no sign of any living creatures here.

"Thought control, thought control!" Xia Fan shouted in his heart a few times.

This time the other party finally did not continue to remain silent, "I'm here."

He didn't bother to ask what it was doing before, "Do you have a video record of this house? Hundreds of years ago."

"Storing images is a very capacity-consuming thing. If it is not a record related to the safety of the escape tower, it will be kept for a maximum of five years, so this part of the record must have been deleted." Thought control replied, "But I remember that a group of people did visit the escape tower more than a hundred years ago. They did not take a special train, but came here on their own."

More than a hundred years ago, it was still a group of people?

Hualin suddenly reached out and took out a glass bottle from the skeleton.

The blood in the glass bottle was still crystal clear, as if it had just left the body.

"The Zodiac Key is pointing to this bottle of blood." She murmured, "It should be correct. It is the original blood of the mistress, one of the purest sources of the vampires."

"So you mean... the mistress has fallen?" Felayton said in disbelief, "She... was she killed by the evil spirit?"

"If it was an evil spirit, the sarcophagus would not have remained intact." Xia Fan interrupted, "Besides, do the vampires have a custom of storing their blood separately before they fall asleep?"

Hua Lin shook his head.

"That's it. This blood was placed in the sarcophagus, obviously not for future generations to unlock the seal." He pursed his lips and thought, "Since the sarcophagus needs the original blood, it means that the person who found this bottle of blood must be a direct descendant of the mistress. This bottle of blood is not so much a burial object as it is specially prepared for descendants..."

Princess Muye was shocked.

She raised her head, "Prepared for us? Could it be... there are other mechanisms in this room? Feleton!"

"Yes." Mr. Three Eyes also pulled himself together and began to search in the hall. Soon, the two made a new discovery - on the wall away from the sarcophagus, they found an obsidian mechanism similar to the Zodiac Key. It was like a bowl, embedded in four bronze dragon pillars. And this time, Princess Muye's blood failed to activate the preset magic on the mechanism.

The answer is obvious.

Its blood limit requirement is higher than that of the royal descendants of Stitch.

"Your Highness..." Feleton looked at Princess Muye.

The latter hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded, unscrewed the glass bottle in her hand, and let the blood containing the magic breath flow into the black jade bowl.

After a while, red lines appeared on the wall. They intertwined with each other, forming dozens of lifelike murals.

"This is..." Xia Fan raised his eyebrows.

He realized that the content of the mural was exactly the message that the person in the coffin wanted to leave behind - a story about the last life of the sleeper.