At this moment, it was still dark before dawn.

The cold wind in the early morning was like a knife slicing through the face. Xu Qi'an took in the cold air and refreshed himself.

More than ten meters away, Song Tingfeng said, "After the ancestor worship, let's go to the official brothel sector to play the Russian roulette."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Guangxiao on the other side showed interest.

Xu Qi'an had already taught the basic rules of Russian roulette to his two colleagues. The ancient people had never heard of such a fancy game and considered it vulgar.

The usually silent Zhu Guangxiao couldn't stand it and scolded Xu Qi'an for being vulgar.

Thinking back on it later, the more he thought about it, the more exciting it seemed.

"Let's talk about it later," Xu Qi'an said.

In this era, there were no sleek and thin work hats, and he was a little resistant.

"You're no fun," Song Tingfeng said displeasedly, arousing his interest but not satisfying him.

"I can be an instructor and teach you how to play," Xu Qi'an said.

"No, you have to play together. It shows that we have a deep relationship," Song Tingfeng refused outright.

"He wants you to invite Miss Fu Xiang," Zhu Guangxiao exposed the dirty thoughts of his longtime friend.

Chatting idly, Song Tingfeng frowned and asked, "Why do you keep looking at the lake?"

Xu Qi'an answered truthfully, "I always feel that the Sangpo Lake is eerie and uncomfortable."

"Shut up!" Song Tingfeng whispered, "You're just feeling the cold wind. The Sangpo Lake is a sacred place in the Great Feng and the place where the founding emperor ascended. Don't talk nonsense."

Zhu Guangxiao added, "As a high-ranking warrior, your ears and eyes are sharp. If your words are heard, you will be punished."

Xu Qi'an immediately fell silent.

At this time, the sound of a solemn and heavy bell and drum echoed in their ears, bringing a sense of solemnity.

The Nightwatchers, who had been chatting easily before, immediately fell silent and showed a serious expression.

In the music specially used for the ancestor worship, a large group of people left the imperial city and headed towards the Sangpo Lake.

They were all on foot, without horses or carriages.

The group participating in the ancestor worship included members of the royal family, officials, and military officials, totaling hundreds of people.

This team almost gathered the peak power of the Great Feng Dynasty.

Emperor Yuan Jing, dressed in a simple Taoist robe and with black hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, led two eunuchs at the front. He was over fifty years old, with a long beard and a handsome appearance, giving off an immortal-like aura.

Behind him were the elegant and noble empress and the plump concubine.

Only then came the princes and princesses.

Emperor Yuan Jing had many children, with twelve princes and only four princesses. The eldest princess, who was famous for her talent and beauty in the capital, was only twenty-five years old, nearly ten years younger than the eldest prince.

This princess had clear eyes, a fair face, and a cold and silent demeanor, following the team.

In the music, the worship team arrived at a bright yellow tent, and Emperor Yuan Jing led two eunuchs into the imperial tent.

The others waited outside.

The ministers in charge of the worship busied themselves, inviting the gods and arranging the team, preparing for the emperor's subsequent ancestor worship.

Xu Qi'an didn't move his body, trying to turn his head and steal a glance at the worship scene with his peripheral vision.He saw a team of people carrying spirit tablets covered with yellow silk, following the winding water corridor and climbing onto the high platform, placing the spirit tablets on the large case in front of the temple.

After this team returned, another team, under the guidance of officials from the Ministry of Rites, brought various offerings and sacrificial items, with no less than two or three hundred in number.

When everything was ready, the Minister of Rites outside the imperial tent loudly proclaimed, "The spirits have been appeased, respectfully welcoming Your Majesty."

The princes, princesses, civil and military officials all knelt down.

The chief eunuch lifted the curtain, revealing Emperor Yuan Jing, who had already changed into a bright yellow ceremonial robe, with a solemn expression, appearing before everyone.

At this moment, he no longer had the ethereal immortal aura of a cultivator, only the majesty of an earthly emperor.

"The grandeur of this scene feels even more solemn than the highest conference in my previous life...this trip was not in vain..." Xu Qi'an was thoroughly enjoying himself when he suddenly felt a jolt, knowing that someone in the Earth Book Chat Group had spoken.

He waited for a moment, until the patrolling team had passed by, then reached into his chest, half revealing and half concealing a jade mirror, taking a quick glance.

[Two: I remember today is the day of the Great Feng imperial ancestral sacrifice, on the first and third day, right?]

[Four: Calculating the time, today is indeed the grand ancestral ceremony. I also participated in the imperial ancestral sacrifice back then.]

[Two: Back then? Heh, Four, you were also an official back then, and your position was not low?]

[Four: Yes.]

Four had been an official...Xu Qi'an was taken aback. Wasn't Four acquainted with the female national teacher of the Human Clan?

Oh, this makes sense. Because he had been an official, he had become acquainted with the female national teacher.

It seemed that Four was also a person with a story.

Xu Qi'an found it very interesting. The holders of the Earth Book fragments were not ordinary people, they were mysterious and powerful cultivators.

Interacting with them was like playing a game, peeling away their mysterious veil layer by layer.

[Two: Interesting, One and Three haven't replied.]

Damn, this little sneak...Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched as he was caught in a trap.

It was obvious that Two was not really concerned about the imperial ancestral sacrifice at this time, but was testing the identities of Three and One.

Through the connection between the Earth Book and its holders, even if they were asleep, they would be awakened, so there was no situation where they missed a message due to resting.

Unless there was an emergency situation where they could not reply.

However, it was impossible for One and Three to both have an emergency situation at the same time. If that were the case, it would mean that both of them were participating in the ceremony and could not take out the Earth Book fragments to reply in front of everyone.

At this point, Xu Qi'an's actions caught Song Tingfeng's attention.

He calmly released his grip, and the jade mirror, which was already half exposed, slid back into his pocket.

"Be serious and don't make unnecessary movements," Song Tingfeng warned with a frown.

"I know, I know," Xu Qi'an responded perfunctorily.

This is not good. I am a disciple of the Yunlu Academy, and I have no reason or qualifications to participate in the imperial ancestral sacrifice...now my identity has been exposed...damn it, these people from the Heaven and Earth Society are all scheming individuals.

But, even One did not reply...hmm, they are also on the scene, who could it be?As Xu Qi'an's thoughts fluctuated, the members of the Tiandihui and holders of the Earth Book fragments were also pondering the same question.

Wasn't Number Three a disciple of the Yunlu Academy? It was well known that the Yunlu Academy had almost cut off all official careers. Even if there were any, they wouldn't be qualified to participate in the royal ancestral sacrifice.

Moreover, judging from Number Three's image all along, he was a student of the Yunlu Academy, so it was even more impossible for him to participate in the ancestral sacrifice.

Could it be that Number Three was not a disciple of the Yunlu Academy?

No, if that were the case, how could the previous events be explained?

Unless he participated in the royal ancestral sacrifice under another identity. Yes, as a person from the Yunlu Academy who was placed in various departments of the court?

What kind of yamen and identity would that be?

On the other hand, Number One's identity didn't surprise them at all, because they had known for a long time that he was a person of the court and had a high status.

"Number Four, you've been an official before. Why don't you analyze it? Number Three is the situation," said Number Two.

"I do have a guess in my mind, but why should I tell you?" replied Number Four.

"Number Six, you're not even in the capital. Even if you knew the identities of Number Three and Number One, what could you do?" said Number Two.

Numbers Four and Six were both speaking up for Number Three in a subtle way.

Xu Qi'an suppressed his palpitations and didn't check the information.

After watching the ancestral sacrifice ceremony for a while, Xu Qi'an once again felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He always felt that Sangpo was eerie, and he had an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Suddenly, in the music of the sacrifice ceremony, Xu Qi'an heard a strange voice.

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The voice said, "Save me, save me..."

Xu Qi'an was stunned for a moment, listened carefully, but the voice disappeared.

"Tingfeng, Guangxiao, did you hear any strange voice?" Xu Qi'an asked his two colleagues nearby.

"Are you talking about the music of the sacrifice ceremony? It's indeed a bit... a bit ear-piercing," said Song Tingfeng, who had a strong desire to survive and changed his words. He wanted to say it was hard to listen to.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.

Just as Xu Qi'an was about to speak, the eerie voice came again, and this time he heard it clearly. It came from Sangpo Lake.

"Save me, save me..."

The voice was bleak and suppressed, extremely creepy, like an evil spirit whispering in his ear.