Stabber of Hearts Chapter 9

The conclusion they reached was so bizarre that the two of them didn't speak again for a long time.

"Not to mention the blood ties, the princes of all dynasties passed the throne to their offspring. He committed such an evil act, so to whom should the throne be passed?" There was a hint of sadness in Liam's eyes. She herself had an indifferent character, and she couldn't help but despise it when she heard about such a cruel and evil thing.

Lin Yang tilted his head casually, "How can I know what these pampered people are thinking? Maybe he doesn't like these legitimate sons and wants to establish an illegitimate son to inherit the throne, so he simply brought his brothers to keep him company."

Liam quickly regained his normal expression, his eyes slowly swept over the coffins in the room, "So the real body of the tomb owner is in these hundred coffins." But there are so many coffins, it will be troublesome to find them.

"No need to search one by one." Lin Yang seemed to know what Liam was thinking. He showed a sarcastic look in his eyes while speaking. He sneered and said, "The tomb owner is so proud and indifferent to material things. How could he lower himself to sleep with these inferiors? Even after death, he is still the king and lord of these people, enjoying the worship of thousands of people..." Lin Yang's voice became lower and lower. He slowly raised his head and looked up. The flat roof of the back room was extremely high and wide. The light of the night pearl could not reach it. He could only vaguely see four thigh-thick iron chains extending from the four corners of the tomb wall and extending to the center of the back room. Lin Yang's lips curved slightly, "Found it."

Liam followed his gaze upwards and saw four iron chains hidden in the darkness. He tilted his head to look at Lin Yang and said, "You must follow me up."

"Of course." Lin Yang's eyes were shining brightly under the light of the night pearl. "Since I've come here, how can I go back without seeing this? I want to see how such an arrogant person can still show off his power after his death."

"Hold on to me tight." Liam sneered faintly, grabbed Lin Yang's arm with one hand, stepped on the ground, floated lightly into the air, and landed steadily on one of the iron chains without shaking at all.

As he fell, Liam quickly stroked his waist with his left hand, and then let it drop as if nothing had happened. Lin Yang's eyes were attracted by the coffin and he did not notice Liam's movements.

The hanging coffin was completely black and looked much thicker than the coffin below. It felt cool and delicate to the touch, and was surprisingly made of the same material as the black door.

As soon as Lin Yang touched it, his smile turned bitter, "Why is it this kind of black jade again? Now I can't push it anymore."

"It's okay." Liam lowered his eyes calmly, grabbed Lin Yang's hand and asked her to hold the coffin, then took a breath and jumped onto another chain, "I'll push it."

"Can you... hold on?" Lin Yang's gaze unconsciously fell to Liam's left abdomen. Liam was standing sideways at this time, so she could not see clearly. She knew that Liam's injuries were serious and pushing heavy objects would risk tearing his wounds, but she could not even stand steadily at the moment, so Liam had to do it.

"It's okay, hold the coffin firmly and don't let it fall." Liam nodded slightly, and after Lin Yang had held it firmly, he placed his hands on the coffin and raised his breath to exert force. The iron chain around the coffin trembled slightly as Liam exerted his strength, but the shaking was not severe, as if Liam had intentionally controlled the strength. Lin Yang stared at the coffin lid with his eyes, and soon a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. He felt even more tired than opening the coffin himself.

There was a slow, dull friction sound between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and it was finally pushed open halfway. Lin Yang hurriedly said, "That's enough, stop."

Liam let out a light breath, and as soon as he let go of his hands, his body swayed unconsciously. He raised his hand and grabbed the edge of the coffin in time.

Lin Yang reached out and held the night pearl on the coffin. The contents of the coffin gradually became clear under the light of the night pearl. There was a person lying flat in the coffin. His body was pitch black and he was thin. His face was covered with a black jade mask with intricate and smooth patterns. There were two dark openings in the eye sockets. The body was covered in a black robe. I don't know if he had turned into bones like the prince below.

Lin Yang observed attentively for a while, and was about to reach out to remove the black jade mask. When his fingertips were about to touch it, a pair of eyes suddenly opened in the black hole of the mask, looked at Lin Yang coldly, and pushed the half-open coffin lid and flew out. The "corpse" in the coffin suddenly stood up, and stretched out its hand to strangle Lin Yang's neck. Lin Yang was startled and fell backwards, but he was not caught. However, his body could no longer maintain balance, and he swayed slightly and fell directly from the iron chain.

Lin Yang felt a chill in her heart. The wound on her back was fresh, and she was afraid that she would lose half her life if she fell. Seeing the ground getting closer and closer, Lin Yang closed her eyes resignedly. Suddenly, someone gently embraced her waist. The person retracted his arms slightly and held her safely in his arms. He turned around with her in his arms, and then Lin Yang felt a soft touch under her body.

"Liam!" Lin Yang was startled and knew something was wrong. He quickly turned over to look at Liam. Before he could stand up completely, a strong wind had already reached him and someone hit him hard on the shoulder. Lin Yang was caught off guard and his body flew into the air and hit the coffin behind him with a bang. The dark bloodstains continued to lengthen as Lin Yang slowly slid down. Lin Yang tried to glance at the other person and slowly lowered his head.

The man in black robe succeeded in his attack, sneered, turned to look at Liam who was staggering to his feet, and said in a grim tone, "If I were you, I would just lie still." While speaking, his eyes were staring straight at Liam's left abdomen, where a large pool of blood was spreading on his cold white clothes.

Liam's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he coughed muffledly, his voice was extremely tired, "Who are you..."

The black-robed man heard what Liam said and laughed strangely, "It's funny that you can enter here but don't know who I am." His voice became colder and colder as he spoke, and he stared at Liam with an extremely vicious look, "Since you are here, you should stay here. You must be good enough to enter the back room, but you have injuries on your body, which will be flawed after you become a corpse. It's a pity. You don't have to be afraid. After you become a corpse, you won't feel any pain."

Liam's eyes suddenly turned cold, his brows frosted, and he stared at the other person coldly, "You were the one who caused the corpse."

The man in black robe seemed to find Liam's questioning very interesting, and laughed sinisterly: "So what if it's me, are you going to take me back to report?" He leisurely pulled out a pale bone flute from his sleeve, put it to his lips and started to play. The bone flute was more than two feet long, thin in the middle and wide at the end, and was made from the arm bone of an adult male. The sound of the flute was shrill and piercing, like the howling of hundreds of ghosts, which made people's hair stand on end. It was exactly the sound that Liam had heard when he was chasing the corpse in the forest.

The sound of the flute seemed like a death signal. A low vibration could be heard from somewhere in the tomb. After a while, a coffin lid in the northwest corner of the back room suddenly flew out, and a black shadow came out. Liam recognized him as one of the corpses in the corridor. It seemed that there was a secret passage in the corridor that she and Lin Yang had not discovered.

The corpses they met before all had stiff limbs and slow movements, but at this moment, perhaps stimulated by the sound of the flute, they became as agile as living people. The corpses crawled out from the bottom of the coffin one after another and gradually surrounded Liam in the center. The man in black robe seemed to be torturing him intentionally. He did not urge the corpses to rush forward, but instead approached Liam one by one as if teasing him.

The disgusting stench of the corpse filled the small room, but was completely masked by the smell of blood rising from the chest. Liam did not have his sword at his side, so he had difficulty dealing with the situation. His movements inevitably slowed down as time went by.

The man in black robe watched coldly, his face showing a mixture of sarcasm and eagerness, he looked like a madman. The sound of the flute also suddenly turned high-pitched along with the mood of its master. The joints of the corpse suddenly crackled, his limbs twisted and bent in opposite directions, and a "hissing" roar began to come from his throat, as if possessed by an evil spirit. Liam had no strength left in his body. He pressed one hand on the wound on his left abdomen and looked over the group of corpses at Lin Yang. Lin Yang was still leaning on the coffin with his head down, a small pool of blood had accumulated under him. An unknown color flashed in Liam's eyes, and his long eyelashes drooped.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly at this moment. Liam opened his eyes instantly, with shock in his eyes. The bone flute rolled to the corner of the wall. The corpse became stiff again without the control of the flute. The man in black robe had a distorted face and tightly grasped his wrist with one hand. A dagger as thin as a cicada's wing pierced through the palm of his right hand. It was the dagger that Lin Yang had grasped when he opened the black door.

Liam suddenly turned around and found Lin Yang standing behind him without him knowing when. Their eyes met and Lin Yang showed a comforting smile on his face. His eyes were bright and sharp, as if he had never been hurt.

"Let me do it." Lin Yang slowly walked to Liam's side with a relaxed look. He raised his hand and patted her shoulder. He tiptoed and turned into a residual shadow to rush towards the man in black. His movements were even faster than when he had not been injured. The man in black suffered a great loss when he was feeling proud. He had already been filled with hatred in his heart. When he saw Lin Yang coming over, he coldly said "you are looking for death" and slapped him in the face. Their palms faced each other, and the man in black stepped back three steps. However, Lin Yang just shook his body and rushed forward again. At first glance, he had the upper hand.

The two of them were fighting hard in the back room. Liam moved between the coffins to avoid the out-of-control corpse. His eyes were always following Lin Yang. Lin Yang had already forced the black-robed man to retreat again and again. It would not take long to take him down. However, Liam's eyes were gradually becoming misty. As the two of them were fighting, spots of blood fell on the ground. They were not from the black-robed man, but from Lin Yang. The wound on her back was still bleeding. In terms of single combat, Lin Yang's skills were not better than his. The black-robed man could lift the black jade coffin lid with one hand, so he must be very strong. If she and Lin Yang had joined forces before she was injured, they could still defeat him within a hundred moves. At this time, both of them were seriously injured, so it should be difficult for them to gain the upper hand. Liam's eyes gradually became darker, and the thin back of the woman in black clothes was reflected in his eyes. What method did you use to force yourself into such a situation?

The sound of a bone breaking was particularly clear in the inner room. Liam looked carefully and saw that the black-robed man's left arm had fallen down limply. He was leaning against the tomb wall, gasping for breath, and it was obvious that he was unable to resist.

Lin Yang chuckled, turned around and jumped back to Liam's side, deliberately using a relaxed tone, "What do you think? Am I still the best?"

Liam watched the bloodstains on the ground dripping all the way in front of him, then raised his eyes to look at Lin Yang. Lin Yang met his gaze and was stunned. This was the second time that Liam stared at him so seriously. The deep water that ordinary people could not reach now embraced him. It was quiet and profound, lonely and desolate, as if there had never been a ripple, and as if it concealed all kinds of emotions, making people willing to fall into it.

"You will die." Liam slowly opened his lips, his voice cold and even angry, "What did you do?"

Lin Yang came back to his senses, and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his lips, as if he didn't care. "Don't be angry, little beauty. I just kept some life-saving methods. Isn't this for dealing with the current situation?" Fearing that Liam would ask more questions, he turned around and stepped back in front of the black-robed man, looking down at him, "Tell me, where did you steal your corpse-controlling technique?"