Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 29 The Bronze Coffin Demon (New book, please vote!)
Han Su certainly knew what to do at such a crucial moment.

Cutting off the opponent's hand—these monsters have all sorts of strange characteristics. If you try to chop it off, not only will you not be able to cut through or even sever it, but just angering the opponent could bring you big trouble.

Cutting off your own hand is less about thinking about the consequences; it just hurts a little.

Even if you can't cut it, there's still a chance to break free or finish it off when the monster pulls you into the coffin.

Very rigorous.

"Shh!"

All the calculations happened in an instant. Just as he instinctively slashed at his own wrist, the monster that had emerged from the coffin seemed to sense something and abruptly retreated back into the coffin.

The retraction was so sudden that the sharp nail instantly left a vertical line on the back of Han Su's hand.

The previous horizontal lines formed a cross-shaped wound, from which blood was gushing out.

Han Su reacted quickly, staggering backward while simultaneously shifting his blade forward, striking the coffin and sending sparks flying.

He was slightly taken aback, but then he didn't care about anything else. With the key in his mouth, he rushed out of the house without even looking back.

Then, he thought anxiously, "The door, that door should appear by now..."

Sure enough, just like the promise made in times of despair, the door marked "EXIT" appeared eerily at the end of the dark corridor...

But at that moment, from the coffin he had left behind, a strange sound seemed to ring out. The two candles in the room flickered, as if affected by an invisible force, scattering all the shadows.

On both sides of the corridor, the bronze statues that had been shaken out of the walls suddenly emitted a dense scraping sound of scales.

Suddenly, a flat-headed snake, smelling fishy, ​​lunged at Han Su's face.

In a flash, Han Su, with his exceptional reflexes, caught a glimpse of what was clearly cast in bronze, but was actually a living snake, its two fanged snouts opening as it lunged to bite his face.

And not counting this one, from the other bronze armors on both sides of the corridor, snakes also emerged, flicking their tails and leaping into the air.

It was densely packed, like a net woven in front of me.

"damn it!"

Han Su felt nervous. He quickly waved his arms to drive away the snake that had crawled onto his body, and without hesitation, he raised his palm.

He pressed forward lightly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Sic erat in abysso!"

He had long wanted to test whether the spell would work inside the castle, but he didn't want to cause himself any unnecessary trouble. Only at this critical moment did he risk everything and recite it.

It's better if it's useful.

It's useless, but it'll do you good for your courage.

"Buzz!"

The moment the ancient fisherman's chant was uttered, Han Su once again felt the spiritual power surging within his mind, as if something too quiet had come to life and become clearly perceptible due to the fluctuations.

Then, as if by natural course, it seeped out from his right eye.

The rolling ripples suddenly spread in all directions.

The stiff and ferocious bronze snakes that had already leaped into the air seemed to be bound in mid-air by an invisible force when they appeared before Han Su.

Some of the bronze snakes twisted their bodies strangely and fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

The spell worked?

Han Su was even surprised for a moment: he hadn't been injured in the eyes by the monster, so how could he still use this ability?
A strange feeling lingered in my heart, as if I had touched upon some extremely important secret, but my mental energy was rapidly dissipating as I chanted the incantation, and my mind was filled with emptiness, leaving me no time to think further.

As he chanted the incantation, he strode forward.

"Kakakaka..."

But as Han Su walked through the corridor, distorted ripples spread out in the air, as if moisture had seeped into both sides of the corridor.

The bronze statues in armor embedded on both sides of the wall suddenly straightened up, causing mud and dust to fly everywhere. Even their empty eyes faintly glowed with an eerie red light, like mechanical monsters awakened from their slumber.

Those eerie eyes were fixed on Han Su, and there was even a sign that his arm was slowly rising.

It's just that it hasn't been used for too long, and the joints have become rusty, making it seem slow.

"What's going on?"

Han Su could clearly feel that the mental ripples emanating from his right eye were being absorbed by the bronze statues.

Are they reviving through their own spiritual power?

This made him even more nervous, but thankfully, he was already suppressing his dizziness and was about to pass through the corridor covered with bronze snakes and arrive at the door that represented hope. He already had the key in his hand, gripping it tightly, determined not to let it fall again.

However, since this key wasn't taken from the Pale Giant, it didn't have any slime on it, and therefore didn't seem to have that sense of detachment from his hand.

With a few long strides, Han Su rushed to the door, raised his hand, and was about to insert the key into the lock.

But at that moment, Han Su glanced at something out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly stunned.

On the fifth floor, near the end of the corridor, there is a small, lonely room. The room is not big, and there are two candles lit inside. You can see that there used to be an iron door, which is now tightly secured by a fine metal device.

But now, because of the incantation it chanted, this iron gate has caused changes to some things in the corridor. The awakening of the bronze armor is one example, and the mechanical device has become loose as a result.

Now, a crack has been opened, and inside, half a face is staring at me in terror.

What the hell!

Whose child is this?
……

……

Han Su was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized what was happening, and his heart pounded wildly.

On the fifth floor, there were also children who had been selected.

The incantation he recited drove the penetration of spiritual power, which in turn triggered the revival of the bronze armor on both walls, allowing them to see the child imprisoned on the fifth floor.
In his haste, he didn't even remember which child had been taken to the fifth floor, because some children were taken upstairs directly by the housekeeper.

He was locked in this room, and by chance, he chanted a spell and opened the door.
Time seemed to stand still.

Looking into those terrified yet yearning eyes, Han Su's heart pounded wildly, and his blood seemed to be forced into his brain by a frenzied force.

Should I simply insert the key and escape before the monsters completely block the corridor, or...?

"come over!"

Han Su didn't have much time to think. He suddenly stopped, almost stumbling, and then quickly turned around and glanced down the corridor.

The bronze snakes on the ground were still writhing, even trying to move again, while three or five bronze statues on both sides, with eerie red light in their eyes and their hunched bodies straightening, were gradually coming to a full recovery.

But there's still time, there's still a little time...

Without wasting any time thinking, Han Su took a step forward, kicked open the door, and then, without a second thought, grabbed the hand of the long-haired child and pulled him to his side.

He then tucked her under his arm, dodged aside the outstretched bronze armor arms, held his breath, and rushed to the door.

As he held the tiny body close, he reached for the key in the lock that represented hope.

He didn't care about the bronze snake that had become active again behind him, or the bronze armored statue that had revived. Whether she lived or died, Han Su just held her tightly and reached out the key.

"click"

The key was inserted into the lock, turned, and a beautiful sound was heard.

Han Su used all his strength to break down the door and felt a cold wind blowing in from outside, hitting his face.

Without even looking at what was outside, he held the soft little body in his arms and fell out with all his might.

Inside the ancient castle, the resurrected bronze statues gradually raised their hands, their eyes, flashing with an eerie red light, fixedly staring in the direction Han Su had fled.

Slowly, slowly, she raised her hands to her chest, and then gently bowed to the person who had awakened her.

Unfortunately, Han Su had already slipped away by now.

The moment I broke free from the iron gate's grip, I felt a sense of weightlessness.

He felt as if he were falling from the fifth floor, about to crash and die in the stone-paved courtyard of the bunker, but then his head suddenly felt dizzy.

A white light pierced his eyes. Han Su remained silent for a few seconds before he could see everything clearly in front of him.

He was currently in a room at the Disaster Management Bureau base, surrounded by huge, expensive speakers. The strange and chaotic sound had stopped playing. Standing in front of him were Zhang Chiguo, who had a strange expression, a smart man in a black suit, and a staff member wearing glasses.

Their gazes towards him were all somewhat strange, even as if they were looking at a monster:

"When playing the Ruins Whisper, some people couldn't stand it and went crazy, while others had such high inspiration that they heard too many effective spells and their brains couldn't hold it all, so they just exploded."

“Some resisted the whole time and their bodies stiffened, while others didn’t know how to protect themselves and got contaminated on site…”

"..."

The bespectacled staff member next to Zhang Chiguo looked at Han Su with astonishment: "But damn, you're the first person to fall asleep while listening, handsome young man..."

(End of this chapter)