latelenovela Chapter 312 Roar, the first life of being a sister to Muchen
Chapter 312 Roar, the first life of being a sister to Muchen
After a fairly delicious candlelight dinner, Qin Heyang indeed signaled the butler and servants to go back and rest.
Before he stood up and walked towards her, Sirong threw a sleeping talisman at him, and Qin Heyang fell down on the dining table in a gorgeous manner.
Muchen also walked in slowly from the gate. The indoor security surveillance had been handed over to Xiao 5. He was not worried that the Qin family would use the surveillance to make trouble.
After helping Qin Heyang lie down on the sofa in the living room, the two of them immediately went to the vase and checked it carefully. There was indeed no mechanism. Even if they rotated or moved it, no secret door appeared in the living room.
They moved to the entrance to the underground wine cellar. Just before dinner, Qin Heyang had brought Sirong down here to choose a good bottle of wine.
After entering the wine cellar, the deeper he went, the stronger Muchen's sensation became, until he reached a wall of red wine.
"It's here!" Muchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, with golden light flowing in his pupils.
Sirong stepped forward, her fingertips caressing the seemingly haphazardly placed bottles. An 82 Lafite, a 45 Mouton Rothschild...each one priceless, yet, awkwardly placed in the very center, sat a cheap bottle of Bordeaux.
She exchanged a glance with Muchen and grabbed the bottle of Bordeaux without hesitation.
“Crack.”
The bottles remained motionless, yet the entire wall of wine suddenly and silently sank, revealing a deep corridor behind. A damp, cold wind, carrying the smell of rust, blew towards me. Stairs wound downward in the darkness, seemingly leading to an abyss.
The two looked at each other and walked in one after the other. There were not many stairs, only about ten steps, and not far inside was the dark room that had never been found.
This darkroom, built using split-level technology, is located one and a half floors underground. It's not very large, just a few square meters, and is painted dark red from the ceiling all the way down to the floor.
In the middle, there is an altar with a kneeling cushion in front of it.
On the altar stood a wooden box with exquisite patterns, and beside it stood a small bowl and an exquisite curved knife.
Sirong had Xiao 5 examine the paint on the wall and discovered that it contained a large amount of animal blood and a small amount of human tissue. The small bowl on the altar and the machete also had traces of human blood on them.
After entering here, Xiao 5's signal seemed to be blocked and he could only wander around in this room.
"This should be it." Muchen carefully picked up the wooden box and handed it to Sirong, "Let's leave here first."
"Okay." Sirong took the box and put it directly into the space. The two turned around and left.
But plans are always disrupted by changes. Sirong and Muchen had just walked into the corridor of the living room when they came face to face with a group of people.
Old Master Qin was leaning on an ebony cane, his cloudy eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight at the two men.
Beside him, Old Lady Qin was twisting a string of Buddhist beads, her knuckles turning slightly white. Standing behind them was a withered, middle-aged man in a grayish-white gown, with sunken eye sockets, looking like a skeleton covered in human skin.
His hawk-like eyes were looking up and down at Sirong and the other person.
Following behind them were several bodyguards in black suits. It looked like they had just entered and were about to head towards the secret room.
Fortunately, in addition to the elevator leading to the basement, the corridor in the living room also had a spiral staircase leading upstairs. They could almost be said to have just come down from upstairs. They feigned innocent expressions and looked at the crowd.
Old Mr. Qin, who was supposed to worship his ancestors in his hometown, has been uneasy since he set out, and no one knows why.
Especially this morning, when the old man got up and went to burn incense for his ancestors, the burning incense broke the moment it was inserted into the incense burner.
This was not a good sign. Qin's father, who was standing behind him, quickly relit three incense sticks and handed them to the old man, but the result was the same. As soon as they were inserted into the incense burner, the incense that was burning well would break in the middle.
Old Master Qin was completely impatient now. He handed the ancestor worship to his son and rushed home with his wife. On the way back, he contacted the "Dry Bones Taoist" and transferred to his city to pick him up. It was only then that he returned to the Qin residence so late.
"Chengcheng, is this your friend?" Old Master Qin spoke slowly, his voice hoarse but with unquestionable majesty.
Hearing Mr. Qin's question, Qin Heyang rubbed his temples beside the sofa, his eyes still confused as if he had just woken up. He looked at Sirong, his tone filled with confusion and concern: "Xiaorong, what happened to me just now? Why did I fall asleep so suddenly?"
He tried to stand up, but found his legs weak and almost stumbled. He quickly grabbed the armrest of the sofa to steady himself.
A barely perceptible coldness flashed in Sirong's eyes. It seemed that her sleeping spell had been removed by someone.
But his face showed an innocent yet slightly panicked expression: "I, I don't know... You suddenly fell on the dining table just now. I was scared and helped you to the sofa."
She subconsciously walked towards Qin Heyang, as if frightened by the tense atmosphere in front of her, and her fingers were nervously twisting the corners of her clothes.
Seeing her like this, Qin Heyang immediately turned to explain to Old Man Qin: "Grandpa, Xiaorong is my classmate. I invited her to visit my home."
There was a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he was afraid his family would misunderstand something. However, when his eyes swept over Mu Chen standing next to Si Rong, his face suddenly darkened: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to set foot in the old house without my permission?"
Mu Chen lowered his head slightly, showing a humble attitude, but a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "Brother He Yang, I was just passing by and saw that the lights in the old house were on, so I came in to take a look."
"Passing by?" Without waiting for Qin Heyang to speak, Old Man Qin sneered. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Mu Chen: "You two know each other." It was not a question, but a verdict.
Mu Chen's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to that innocent blankness: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? I was really just passing by. I originally thought that Brother He Yang had also gone to worship the ancestors.
Seeing that the lights in the living room of the old house were on, I thought the housekeeper and his men were trying to do something while you were away, so I came in to take a look.
As a result, I saw that Brother Heyang was drunk, leaving Miss Si alone and at a loss. The housekeeper and servants were not there, so I accompanied her to visit the old house. I thought that after Brother Heyang sobered up, I could arrange for someone to send Miss Si back, so as not to lose the courtesy of hospitality.
"Oh?" Before Mr. Qin could finish his words, Mrs. Qin, who had been twirling her Buddhist beads, interrupted him. "Chengcheng was right to do that. So where did you take Miss Si?"
At this moment, Mu Chen's acting skills exploded, determined to portray the innocent character to the end. "We didn't go anywhere. We just took her to the third-floor terrace, where we could see the sea of roses in the manor."