Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 91 The Sound of Bronze
There's no other way...

Han Su wasn't unaware that the little girl was in the bathtub; it was just that the timing wasn't right.

Han Su quickly passed the bathtub, rushed out of the door, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

The girl in the bathtub finally came to her senses, staring blankly ahead with a look of utter despair.

Inside the house, the worm monk remained unmoved by the theft of his key; his usually slow and dull movements were surprisingly swift at this moment.

Without needing the help of insects, his hands moved swiftly, catching and placing bottles and jars one by one in mid-air and then gently placing them on the table.

It was exactly where the bottles and jars were before they fell.

Only after all the bottles and jars were placed on the table did he slowly straighten up and let out a sigh of relief.

One by one, the insects on his body rose up upright, their endless mouthparts contracting and expanding.

A fine gust of air lingered in the air, as if complaining to him.

The worm monk merely frowned, his gaze slowly fixed on a spot—the direction where the enormous fat cat had vanished. He seemed to be deep in thought, but couldn't recall anything.

In the end, he simply picked up the books, sat down to read again, and, as if just to get by, slowly uttered some indistinct words.

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"The door, the door should be appearing..."

Having escaped the room, Han Su clutched the key tightly in his hand, not even bothering to see if the worm-like monks behind him would chase after him. He simply strained to repeat the same sentence over and over, and looked up expectantly.

Sure enough, at the end of the corridor, about twenty meters away, the escape door appeared, quietly waiting for him.

'Thank you to that intelligent cat...'

An overwhelming sense of joy welled up inside him, and he sincerely thought: 'No, it's the Duke!'

Who would have thought that the final hope of escape would come from this seemingly unreliable cat.

Fortunately, he had learned the zero-sequence invisibility spell before returning to the castle; otherwise, even if he racked his brains, he would not have been able to imagine a way to take the key from the worm monk.

Now, he dared not be careless, and he rushed towards the end of the corridor with all his might.

The perked-up ears didn't hear the door behind them open; the worm monks didn't seem to have chased after them. But a kind of ethereal and eerie sound rang out, echoing through the corridor, and in an instant, the quiet corridor changed.

Suddenly, countless insects crawled out of the neatly arranged double-eared jars on both sides of the corridor.

These insects, which seemed to have been sleeping, suddenly awoke from the soil, raised their heads, and filled the air with a hissing sound.

Not only inside the earthenware pot, but also on the walls on both sides of the corridor, the floor, and even the ceiling above, where there were originally no holes, countless insects crawled out, or rather, grew wildly.

They crawled all over the earthenware pots, corridors, and walls, turning their heads in various poses, all looking at Han Su. Some were even stretching their bodies in a desperate effort.

The sheer number of people was enough to terrify Han Su.

Feeling his empty head begin to recover, Han Su didn't hesitate at all. He stepped forward into the terrifying world before him and loudly recited the fisherman's song.

"A divine decree has been issued—"

This time, he only recited the fisherman's chant, without even needing the incantation that followed.

It was as if the surging spiritual power had already sensed the direction behind him, and naturally, it had transformed his spiritual power into a spell.

After a few seconds of inactivity, the "battery" has been replaced.

In an instant, it was as if an underground river had been suddenly opened up beneath a dried-up lake, and a surge of power emerged instantly. Han Su's figure, which had already been forced to appear, suddenly vanished as if it had been erased.

All the insects that had raised their heads were momentarily lost in confusion.

It was as if Han Su's location had already been lost from sight.

These worms outside are different from the worms on the worm monks. These worms seem to be able to change their forms. When one form is not visible, they switch to another form that is easy to see.

The insects in the corridor didn't have this ability, so they really lost their target and just wandered aimlessly in the corridor.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Su strode towards the corridor.

But at that moment, Han Su suddenly heard a deep and eerie sound, like the sound of metal rubbing together, rough yet mysterious.

The sound penetrated through layers of walls and entered his mind. At this moment, on the fifth floor, in a room filled with bronze statues and dust, the coffin where he had spoken with the old steward earlier had been slightly opened when Han Su first uttered the fisherman's chant, "A mysterious edict has been issued," but it only waited somewhat bewilderedly.

Now, upon hearing Han Su recite the incantation for the second time, it sat up abruptly from the coffin with a loud bang, its ancient eyes snapping open to reveal an eerie bronze color that seemed unfathomable.

It felt the echo of that fisherman's chant, and sensed the eerie red light emanating from the two rows of bronze statues on the fifth-floor corridor.

One by one, bronze snakes awoke, their bodies twisting in agony.

It seemed as if some invisible will was trying to break free from this ancient body, quickly passing through the corridor and even entering the staircase, but was bound by the invisible restrictions within the castle and forced back to the fifth floor of the castle.

He couldn't go up to the seventh floor, but he could feel that the fisherman's chant was fading away.

Even my own difficult awakening was slowly fading away with the passage of time.

So, when he returned to the coffin, his ancient body suddenly supported the coffin with his hand, and then, with difficulty, he uttered a strange and indistinct sentence.

Through the vibrations of the bronze coffin and the castle itself, the incantation spread rapidly through the solid matter, instantly appearing in the corridor on the seventh floor.

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My hand is in excruciating pain!

Using the incantation's ability to become invisible, Han Su dodged the insects on the seventh floor and got closer to the door. But for some reason, accompanied by the metallic scraping sound coming from somewhere, the back of his left hand suddenly started to hurt.

Now, the back of my left hand is not even injured or scarred.

How could it suddenly start hurting?

He glanced down in a hurry and saw that on the back of his left hand, now in his ten-year-old body, the cross-shaped scar seemed to be faintly visible, and it had an ancient bronze color.

And it was as if through this scar that he felt a voice forcibly penetrating his skin and then shoving itself into his mind.

"Bronze...reflection...world..."

The sound kept echoing in his mind, but it was so intricate and complex that it was not a language he could understand. To him at that moment, it was more like an indescribable noise.

He could only stumble and stagger to the door of the corridor, when he was startled.

At this moment, he was only a few meters away from the escape door, and the stairwell was right next to him. Naturally, he saw the pig-headed butler and the old butler. The man in the tuxedo was also behind the butler.

He had just escaped from here, and they still hadn't left. The old butler seemed to be trying to explain something to the pig-headed butcher.

They heard the noise and looked up at the same time.

Equally surprised was the man who held the butcher's hand and used it to shield the old butler's tuxedo.

He clearly didn't know what Han Su was doing, but he saw the key in Han Su's hand and then saw the door at the end of the corridor. He immediately remembered that there wasn't originally such a door at that location.

He immediately understood, made a sudden decision, let go of the butcher's hand, and strode forward, rushing upwards.

The pig-headed butcher didn't have time to stop him, or rather, he didn't have the awareness to stop him.

The little boy had already rushed up the steps.

At that moment, Han Su's key was already inserted into the lock. He saw the man in the tuxedo rushing up and was overjoyed, but he also steadied his hand.

If it were a tuxedo, she was willing to wait for him for just a short while, just so she could escape from here with him.

However, the man in the tuxedo only ran one step before his body suddenly froze. He clearly saw the opportunity right in front of him, and a look of unwillingness flashed across his face.

It was that old butler with the strange expression.

He reacted much faster than the pig-headed butcher. Even while talking to the pig-headed butcher, his attention was on the tuxedo wearer. When he saw the tuxedo wearer's intention to escape, he instantly flashed behind him and grabbed the tuxedo wearer's shoulder.

He rested his head on the shoulder of the tuxedo jacket, looking at Han Su with a strange, ambiguous smile, and whispered, "So you're the naughtiest kid after all..."

"You're naughty, your mother..."

Han Su finally despaired and withdrew his gaze from the tuxedo. He could say nothing more to the tuxedo, leaving only this look of resentment.

Then, he turned the key, slammed the door open, and fell out of the castle.

(End of this chapter)