The terrifying voice made Xu Qi'an's hair stand on end, and he reflexively turned his head to look at the Sangpo Lake.

The Nightwatchers responsible for guarding the surroundings couldn't turn around to watch the ceremony, but Xu Qi'an had already crossed the line. He saw Emperor Yuan Jing, dressed in bright yellow robes, slowly ascending the platform with three steps and one kowtow. He also saw the civil and military officials, princes and princesses, Wei Yuan and his two adopted sons, the magnificent temple, the imperial guards, and the eunuchs.

At the moment he turned his head, the voice disappeared.

Was it an auditory hallucination?

"I haven't seen Fu Xiang for three days, and my eyesight is still good," Xu Qi'an said, taking a deep breath. He didn't dare to look back again and asked, "How much do you know about Sangpo?"

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng gave their replies, but there was no valuable information, just what Xu Qi'an already knew, such as "the place where the founding emperor attained enlightenment," "the Xuanwu Sword bestowed upon him," and "the place where the imperial family worships their ancestors."

"Save me, save me..."

The voice came again, like an evil spirit whispering in your ear from behind.

Xu Qi'an stiffened his neck and turned his head inch by inch. He saw the ceremony again, but the voice disappeared again in the instant he turned around.

Invisible fear filled his heart, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

The lake where the founding emperor of the Great Feng attained enlightenment, the place where the imperial family worshipped their ancestors, and the place where the chilling cries for help came from... In the cold wind, Xu Qi'an shuddered.

"Save me, save me..."

"Save me, save me..."

Xu Qi'an was horrified, and the thought of running away and staying away from this place occurred to him. He forced himself to calm down, ignoring his colleagues around him and took out his jade mirror.

【3: How much do you know about Sangpo? Tell me immediately. It's very important.】

【2: Hey, the third reply! Are you really at the ceremony in Sangpo?】

Xu Qi'an ignored the second reply and waited for the fourth message.

【4: Sangpo is the place where the founding emperor of the Great Feng attained enlightenment, and after the founding of the Great Feng, it became the capital. However, the legend of Xuanwu is unfounded and has a low credibility. But the divine sword is real. It is enshrined in the temple on the high platform in the middle of the lake and was used by the founding emperor.】

After the fourth reply, Taoist Master Jin Lian added:

【9: It is the divine weapon that symbolizes the fortune of the Great Feng.】

【4: Indeed, during the Battle of Shanhaiguan, Emperor Yuan Jing asked for the divine weapon from the temple and personally presented it to the Northern King. Besides Wei Yuan's military strategy, the Northern King's combat effectiveness cannot be ignored.】

Is the sword asking for my help in the temple?Let's not talk about whether the sword has self-awareness or not, what does it do when I ask for help?

"Help me, help me..." The voice suddenly became desperate, seeming dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.

The cry for help echoed in his ears, shaking Xu Qi'an's mind and causing him to feel slightly dizzy and disoriented.

He took a deep breath and inputted a message: [3: Is there anything else? I want more comprehensive information, whether it's true or false, I want to know.]

After sending the message, he turned back to try to quiet the whispers in his ear.

But this time, it didn't work. He turned back and the cry for help still existed.

"Help me, help me!"

Veins bulged on Xu Qi'an's forehead, the voice was like steel needles, piercing his brain.

[4: You have triggered my memories and reminded me of a passage I read when revising the historical records.

Nowadays, the military camps of the five guards in the capital surround Sangpo, with tight defenses. No one is allowed to approach it privately, no one.

Because five hundred years ago, the prince at that time fell into the lake while boating in Sangpo, was rescued by the guards, and fell seriously ill. From then on, he had hysteria. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Sangpo.

The royal family believed that the prince had offended the ancestors' spirits and brought punishment upon himself. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, Sangpo was sealed off and only opened during ancestral worship.]

The prince fell into the lake and got hysteria... Is he like me, hearing the cry for help... Will I also end up drowning in Sangpo?

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face turning pale.

There must be some secret in Sangpo, definitely not just offending the ancestors' spirits. But that unlucky prince didn't know about it, otherwise he wouldn't have gone boating in Sangpo.

It can be imagined that only the emperors of past dynasties knew about this secret.

But why didn't the emperor who knew the insider information seal off Sangpo? Why did he wait for the prince to die before taking action?

Xu Qi'an, who was good at reasoning, had various doubts flashing through his mind.

[6: Why did number three ask this?]

At this moment, Xu Qi'an had no strength to answer their questions. He trembled as he put the fragment of the ground book back into his arms, then fell to the ground, holding his head in pain.

"Help me, help me..."

The cry for help entered his ears, echoing layer upon layer, making his brain feel like it was a mush, as if steel needles were piercing his skull.

His head was about to explode.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed their colleague's abnormality and were frightened by Xu Qi'an's bloodless face."What's wrong with you? Can you hold on? You can't mess up now. If you interrupt or disturb His Majesty's ancestral worship, it's a capital offense," Song Tingfeng said anxiously.

Zhu Guangxiao moved his feet to come and check the situation.

...

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing had already ascended the high platform. The music stopped, and the Tai Chang Temple minister knelt and read the prayer. After finishing reading, the music started again.

Emperor Yuan Jing personally burned the prayer and performed the three kneels and nine bows to the ancestors.

The ancestral worship was only halfway through.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the empress not far away. She was elegant and graceful, with a natural charm.

As the birth mother of the princess, the empress and her daughter did not look alike, but she was still a stunning beauty, even now, still elegant and graceful.

But back then, she was even more stunning.

However, as time passed, her youth had faded away. She was no longer the young girl with clear eyes and a pure heart.

And he was still wearing the same blue clothes as back then.

Wei Yuan's expression was trance-like.

As if sensing something, the empress turned her head and looked at him. They looked at each other across the distance.

The empress's eyes softened for a moment.

But Wei Yuan, as if touched by an electric shock, quickly lowered his head and bowed. All the emotions in his eyes settled, leaving only deep vicissitudes.

"Adoptive father, something's not right over there," Yang Yan said in a deep voice.

Wei Yuan followed his gaze and saw a bronze gong kneeling on the ground, with the other two bronze gongs whispering something to him.

Many experts had noticed the situation on Xu Qi'an's side.

But as there was no immediate danger, they endured and did not ask. As long as there were no assassins, the world was vast, and they had to wait until His Majesty finished his ancestral worship.

Including settling accounts with this little bronze gong.

Wei Yuan immediately recognized him as the young man he had taken a liking to and raised his chin, "Go check the situation and take him away."

This was to protect Xu Qi'an.

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"Save me, save me..."

The ghostly cries continued non-stop, tearing at Xu Qi'an's spirit. Sometimes he felt like a modern criminal investigator, and sometimes he felt like a native of the capital.

The pain in his brain became more and more intense, and he was on the verge of collapse.

His head hurt so much, please stop shouting, please... Xu Qi'an covered his head, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face.

In fact, he had been sweating profusely for a long time.

The strange cries for help were targeting his spirit, not his physical body, but the pain they brought was no less than physical torture.

In the eerie cries for help, Xu Qi'an finally broke down. He didn't care about the emperor's ancestral worship, the strict rules, or anything else.

When facing the brink of death, nothing else mattered.He clenched his fists and pounded the ground with all his might, roaring hoarsely, "Shut up!!"

In an instant, the world changed.

On the high platform in the middle of the lake, the temple suddenly trembled, followed by a golden sword energy that shattered the roof and soared into the sky.

In the midst of this sword light, the lake suddenly surged with waves, rippling layer upon layer, as if the Sangpo had come to life.

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