His expression was one of extreme fear. It was as if he had seen something terrifying.
His body was trembling. He stood up and wanted to run, but his body could not move. He fell to the ground with a thud.
Poison?!
His consciousness was very clear, but his body was soft and powerless. He could barely move his fingers.
With a creak, the door opened. Miao Qingfeng walked in with a smile on his face.
"Congratulations. The chief has decided to go to the Burial of the Gods Lake. It's almost time. Get ready to enjoy the scenery."
The night was quiet. It was even more so in this place that seemed like a paradise.
Next to the stronghold, there was a large lake. Looking at it at night, it was quiet and still.
On the shore beside the lake, there were a few torches and a few people. In the lake, there was a small bamboo raft with a person lying on it.
Mmm!
His eyes were really big, and he was making a whimpering sound.
"Go." Miaoxi River said. Then, the two of them pushed the bamboo raft into the lake. There was a torch on the raft's head.
Whoosh! The flames floated.
Just like that, the bamboo raft mysteriously moved towards the middle of the lake.
Whoosh! There was a sound in the water. Looking carefully, it was a school of small fish. For some reason, they had gathered under the bamboo raft. They swam in different directions and urged the raft to float into the lake.
No, no, no!
The man shouted in his heart. He opened his mouth, but could only make a whimpering sound. He could clearly hear the rustling sound of the bamboo raft under him. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide open. His body was filled with fear, but he couldn't even tremble in fear.
Beside the lake, the few people stood there quietly. They looked at the bamboo raft on the lake getting further and further away.
With a whoosh, the calm surface of the lake was broken by something. A huge figure flashed under the lake.
After hearing this sound, the man lying on the bamboo raft felt his heart skip a beat. Then, his mind went blank. What he was most worried about was happening. In fact, this sound wasn't loud, but he knew that this was the sound of someone taking a life. It was as if someone was holding a shining knife and constantly waving it in front of your eyes. Sometimes, it would be placed on your neck, sometimes on your chest, and sometimes on your eyes. You were sure that this knife would eventually stab into your body, but you didn't know when it would stab into your body and where it would stab into.
Sometimes, the most terrifying thing was knowing that you were going to die, but you could not avoid it. The fear before death was the most torturous thing.
No one could avoid death. The key was how to die.
To be able to pass away peacefully in one's sleep without any illness or disaster was undoubtedly the happiest thing of all.
Struggling, dying in fear, and dying in pain... This was undoubtedly the most tragic way to die.
Whoosh, the water surface made another sound.
The fish that had gathered under the bamboo raft had already disappeared. The bamboo raft had almost reached the center of the lake and was floating there quietly.
Thump, thump.
The man heard his own heartbeat.
Whoosh,
A huge figure appeared under the bamboo raft.
Wu,
A sharp sound suddenly came from the shore beside the lake.
Whoosh, the water surface was broken. The water splashed, and a huge figure poked its head out.
Kacha,
Blood splattered everywhere as the bamboo raft was bitten into pieces. The person on the bamboo raft was bitten into two halves. One of the halves was still floating on the surface of the water, and the blood dyed the lake red. The other half was nowhere to be seen.
The pain was short-lived. The middle-aged man died in an instant.
Whoosh, the huge figure appeared again and swallowed the remaining part of the body into its stomach.
The water surface quickly returned to normal. Only the pool of blood showed that something terrible had just happened.
Whoosh, another group of fish appeared in the water. They came to the blood-stained lake and kept swimming in it. They seemed to be very excited.
On the shore, the Miaoxi River quietly watched what had just happened. He did not say a word.
The raft was broken. The man was dead.
After a while, he quietly turned around and left.
"Well, one," the Miao Qingfeng said.
After stretching his body, he left as well.
The other people also left one after another.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The village was still the same.
In the morning, the sun pierced through the darkness. The sky was bright.
Hundreds of miles away in He County.
Guo Zhenghe, who had just arrived at his office, looked at the file on his desk in a daze.
"Again?!"
He looked around. The windows were closed. The things around were still in their original positions. Everything was normal.
He walked to the desk and looked at the portfolio. After thinking for a moment, he took out a pair of gloves from the desk drawer and put them on. Then, he gently tested the portfolio. It was very thin, and there seemed to be a few pieces of hard paper inside.
After opening it, he found a few photos.
One photo showed several people holding torches and standing by the lake.
Wait!
A corner of the photo was circled with red pen.
A person was lying on a bamboo raft.
The next photo showed the raft floating toward the lake.
The next photo was the same.
What is this?!
When he saw the next photo, Guo Zhenghe was stunned.
There was a black shadow in the lake. It was very big.
Although it was at night, the equipment used to take the photo was very advanced. It could be seen very clearly.
It was a fish. It was a very big fish. It was more than 30 feet long. The reference point was the bamboo raft with the person lying on it.
As he continued to look, he saw a very bloody scene. The ferocious beast in the water jumped out of the water. It opened its bloody mouth and cut the bamboo raft and the person on it in half. Blood splattered everywhere.
Guo Zhenghe carefully looked at the photo several times.
Where is this?
The first thing he thought of was the Valley of Thousands of Medicine. He had heard Xu Xinyuan mention that there seemed to be a lake in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine.
Hiss! He took a deep breath.
He had another meeting in the morning. After the meeting, he immediately went out to meet Xu Xinyuan and gave him the photo.
"What is this?!"
Xu Xinyuan looked at it carefully. When he saw the big fish, he was stunned.
"The Valley of Thousands of Medicine! This is the Valley of Thousands of Medicine!" Xu Xinyuan said.
"Uncle Xu, are you sure?"
"Yes, I've been there, and the lake left a deep impression on me. I didn't expect there to be such a monster in the lake!" He was also very surprised.
"Who gave you this photo, Sir?"
"I don't know," Guo Zhenghe said. "When I went to the office in the morning, it was already on my desk. It stayed there quietly. There was nothing unusual in the entire room."
He was very disgusted by this kind of silent approach. What did it mean? Someone could quietly enter his office. This place should be one of the most heavily guarded places in He County. If someone could quietly enter there, could they also quietly enter the place where he lived, especially when he was sleeping at night? If someone could quietly come to his bed and look at him while he was sleeping, could they do anything at that time, including taking his life?
Thinking about these things, Guo Zhenghe felt a lingering fear.
Such a powerful person could exist in He County, but the premise was that they were controllable. They were under his control, such as Xu Xinyuan, who was sitting opposite him. As for the others, he could not!
"Who did this? What's their goal?"
"The purpose is obvious," Guo Zhenghe said. "This is against the Valley of Thousands of Medicine."
"Why did they give it to you, Sir? Do they think you have a grudge against the Valley of Thousands of Medicine?"
Guo Zhenghe did not speak. Instead, he picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.
"Do you think the person on this bamboo raft is alive or dead?"
"Well, you can't tell from the photo," Xu Xinyuan said. "This person was relatively far away when the photo was taken, but according to my guess, this person is most likely alive."
"What is the name of this lake?"
"It's called Burial of the Gods Lake."
"Burial of the Gods Lake? What a strange name!" Guo Zhenghe said.
"This should be a special ceremony." Xu Xinyuan looked at the photo again. "Wait!"
He seemed to have found something. He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it carefully.
"What? Did you find something?"
"I can be sure that this person is alive."
"Oh?"
"Look carefully," Wang Yao said. "In these photos, his arms have moved. Obviously, his body was anesthetized when he was on the bamboo raft. He was in a state of powerlessness."
"You just said that this is a ceremony. What kind of ceremony?"
"This lake is called Burial of the Gods Lake," Wang Yao said. "Just by hearing the name, I feel that it is unusual. This monster did not grow so big in a day. I think the people in this stockade regularly sacrifice to this lake, or to this monster. The sacrifices used may include living people."
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