Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower



"It shouldn't be." Long Qian Xing arched his eyebrows. The map he obtained from Emperor Yang Zhou never mentioned about the existence of another secret passage heading outside aside from that door.

He stepped forward to the crack and saw that it was indeed a narrow passage to the side. It would be hard for them to enter this passage.

"I will try entering."

Nan Hua was never afraid of anything and calmly stepped into the narrow passage. She had smaller body, so it was easier for her to slip around unlike Long Qian Xing.

Behind her, Long Qian Xing looked at the passage thoughtfully and then proceeded to enter too. The wall around him was uneven, telling him the fact that this might have been made crudely.

Even if the previous passage was also uneven, but this wall seemed to be worse.

Long Qian Xing's eyes deepened.

The passage itself was not that long. Not long after entering, Nan Hua stopped in the somewhat wider room. There was no light and Nan Hua's night vision was somewhat limited. There was another passage to the right that she couldn't see the end clearly.

However, what attracted her eyes the most was the large box in front of her with the length of 2 meters and 1 meters wide. It was pressed to the wall and seemed to be the focus point of this room.

Nan Hua looked at the box and slowly approached it.

She took out a knife and used it to open the box, revealing the content:

A long glaive.

Long Qian Xing walked inside and his eyes flickered when he saw the box. "It's the weapon used by the founder of Wei Da Kingdom to vanquish the rebels. It's stated that his weapon is buried with him, but it seems that the record is incorrect."

Looking at the weapon on the box, Long Qian Xing had a hard time seeing clearly. The torch was left behind at the room before because the narrow passage made it difficult to carry it.

Not to mention, if this passage was connected to the other passage, the light will reveal their whereabouts.

Long Qian Xing had no intention of letting other soldiers knew about this secret mission.

"Is it?" Nan Hua bent down and picked the glaive up. It was heavy and filled with rust. Being left behind in this humid cave, even with the box protecting it, it would be impossible for the weapon to be in the same prime state as it used to be.

This once glorious weapon had long withered.

Long Qian Xing looked at Nan Hua's movement and a strange light flickered within his eyes. "Is it the real one?"

"I guess so. Do you want to bring it back?" Nan Hua asked.

"No."

No matter what, it was a historical weapon that had long been buried here. At the very least, Long Qian Xing would just let it be here and only repaired the area slightly so that it would slow down the breakdown process.

In the future, it might become an interesting discovery for the future historian.

Nan Hua nodded.

Her weapon is not a glaive and she herself had no intention of using this already somewhat rusty weapon. She put it down on the box again and checked the inner side of the lid. Perceiving the few words written there, her black obsidian eyes flashed with unknown light.

"What did you find?"

Nan Hua didn't answer and Long Qian Xing stepped forward.

As he swept his hand towards the inner side of the lid, he also figured out the few words written there. His expression turned strange but he pressed it down in his mind.

"No words about this."

"I know."

The two of them were about to return when they heard faint steps movement from the side where there was another dark passage. The two of them stopped their movements at almost the same time and moved to the crack on the wall right beside the box.

The crack was narrow and putting two people there was clearly not a good idea.

Nan Hua could feel that her body was pressed closely to Long Qian Xing in front of her, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, she didn't want to get found out by whoever was there, so she stayed silent.

Long Qian Xing didn't speak, but he felt that the person in front of him was somewhat wrong.

He looked down and looked at Nan Hua in front of him.

His eyes were attracted to the necklace on Nan Hua's neck that was faintly visible. In this dark room, he couldn't exactly see the original color, but he could see the familiar shape.

Long Qian Xing's pupil constricted.

Tep! Tep! Tep!

The sound of footsteps could be heard from the side.

Neither made a move and consciously lower their sense of presence even more. Nan Hua's eyes were watching the movement in the room.

Should there be someone who entered and found them, the worst case scenario would be her killing them.

It was not a problem at all.

Step! Step! Step!

The sound of the footsteps grew closer.

Time seemed to tick so slowly.

It was tense.

Step! Step! Step!

Slowly, the footsteps were going away towards the other direction. Nan Hua's eyes flashed slightly and she moved out of the crack without producing any noise nor revealing her sense of presence.

Behind her, Long Qian Xing watched Nan Hua's movement with a complicated light within his eyes.

If not for him seeing it directly, he would not even notice that someone was moving right now. He followed quietly and then stopped in front of the side passage.

It was a dead end passage with only a memorial stone placed on the ground.

That was a false alarm just now.

Even without looking at the words written in the memorial stone, they could already guess who it belonged to.

"I'm going back." Nan Hua turned around, intending to go out.

Clasp!

"Wait." Long Qian Xing held Nan Hua's wrist. His dark eyes were looking at Nan Hua as he slowly muttered in his hoarse voice, "Hua'er."