8mi Chapter 42 Mother-child coffin
Chapter 42 Mother-child coffin
Su Changming carefully examined the black box inside the safe.
Its material looks extremely unique, resembling neither gold nor wood.
He reached out and touched it; it felt somewhat cold.
It has a warm, jade-like feel on the surface, yet also a metallic coolness.
The box has dark red patterns engraved on its surface, giving it a mysterious and eerie feel.
Su Changming changed his perspective and the more he looked at it, the more familiar the shape seemed.
It is large at one end and small at the other, with a raised middle and slightly upturned ends.
Compared to a so-called box, this is clearly more like a miniature coffin the size of a palm.
"This is a bit strange..."
Su Changming muttered something to himself, wanting to take it out and examine it closely.
However, as his fingers gripped the bottom of the box, preparing to lift it, his expression suddenly changed.
"Um?!"
Not moving.
This thing looks only the size of a palm, but the moment Su Changming held it, he felt as if he were holding a heavy little mountain.
You must know that he is now a ninth-grade martial artist who has mastered the art of skin refining. With a single swing of his arm, he possesses the strength of a thousand catties. Let alone a box, he can even play with a lead ball like a marble.
But now, he finds it hard to lift it?
"rise!"
Su Changming took a deep breath, channeled his qi and blood into his arms, let out a low shout, and exerted his strength once more.
This time, the black box was finally lifted up shakily, but it was still a bit of a struggle, and his wrists creaked under the weight.
"What the hell is this thing made of? Is its density comparable to a neutron star?"
Just as Su Changming was grimacing and complaining.
A faint golden light shimmered on his chest.
The bell's figure quietly appeared.
She ignored Su Changming's disheveled state, her clear, cold eyes fixed on the small black coffin in his hand, a rare hint of solemnity flashing in her gaze.
"Put it down, don't break your wrist."
Ling spoke softly:
"This object is crafted from the essence of soul stones, weighing a thousand pounds, and is specially designed to bear weights that have nowhere else to go."
"A Soul Stone?" Su Changming placed the box back on the base of the safe as instructed, shaking his sore and numb wrist. "What's that?"
"A mineral found in the depths of the underworld that can nourish the soul."
Ling extended her slender, white fingers, pointed to the black box, and continued to explain:
"This thing is called the Mother-Child Coffin, also known as the Yin-Yang Coffin."
"This is the mother coffin, and also the coffin of the soul."
"Legend has it that after someone dies, in order to seek a glimmer of hope, they separate their body from their soul. The body is buried in an ordinary, huge coffin, called the 'child coffin,' while the soul is sealed inside this specially made soul stone 'mother coffin.'"
"The mother coffin controls the child coffin, and the soul dominates the physical body."
"Once the time is right, the mother and child will return to their proper places, and yin and yang will unite as one..."
The girl's voice was soft and melodious:
"Perhaps, there is a possibility of being brought back to life."
Resurrected from the dead?
Su Changming's heart skipped a beat.
In a flash, countless scattered clues quickly connected in his mind.
He recalled in Ron's fragmented memories the high and mighty Duke Rossi, worshipping a huge black coffin in a secret room.
He recalled the day he returned to China, when he stood by the window of Taifeng Restaurant and witnessed the black carriage being escorted by the Demon Suppression Division in a grand manner.
The cart was carrying a huge black carriage covered with talismans and bound by iron chains.
That shape, that size...
If that is the so-called "sub-coffin," which is the coffin containing the body.
So, the black box that Duke Rossi hid deep inside is the mother coffin containing the soul!
"Whom... do they want to resurrect?"
These vampires from the West went to great lengths just to resurrect an Eastern corpse.
"A coffin alone is not enough to bring someone back to life."
Ling seemed to see through his thoughts, turning her gaze to Su Changming with a hint of mockery in her eyes:
"To activate this kind of fate-altering technique and awaken the dormant soul, a key is needed."
"And this key must be from the same bloodline as the person in the coffin, and the bloodline must be extremely pure."
She paused, then continued:
"Your young girlfriend might just be that crucial key."
"Cough cough..."
Upon hearing the term "little girlfriend," Su Changming blushed and quickly waved his hands in protest:
"Don't talk nonsense. What little girlfriend... That's Yao Xiwei, a student, and also... cough, anyway, it's not what you think."
"snort."
Ling gave a noncommittal hum.
Clearly, she knew what had happened that night.
Su Changming awkwardly touched his nose and quickly changed the subject:
"Rin, since we're talking about bloodlines... I have a question for you."
Do you know someone named Zhou Wanjun?
"This is Yao Xiwei's mother's name. If Yao Xiwei's bloodline is the key, then this bloodline can only originate from her mother."
Upon hearing the name "Zhou Wanjun".
Ling's expression didn't change much, only her eyes flickered slightly.
After a moment, she gently shook her head:
"I don't know him."
"The Great Qian Dynasty lasted for five hundred years, and the royal family has multiplied to more than ten thousand. Even the collateral branches within the five degrees of kinship number in the thousands."
"Zhou is the imperial surname, and there are countless hidden gems among the common people, so it's impossible for everyone to remember them."
Although the answer is no, the statement itself confirms Su Changming's conjecture.
Even if they are from a collateral branch, they are still of royal blood!
The logic chain is now closed.
The Western Nightborne want to resurrect a certain character.
This figure was placed in a secondary coffin, the one escorted by the Demon Suppression Division.
The Mother Coffin, which controls the soul, is in Rossi's hands.
Activating the Mother Coffin requires royal blood.
So, let's reverse the process.
Could this important figure they went to such lengths and spared no expense to resurrect be...?
A bold idea popped into Su Changming's mind.
It is said that on the day the Great Qian Dynasty fell, a great fire burned in the palace for three days and three nights.
The last emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, Tian Ce, who was once highly regarded, remained seated on his throne even when the country was destroyed.
He was burned to death, leaving no trace of his body.
Could it be that the Great Qian Emperor did not actually die in the end, but was secretly transported away by someone using a secret method to separate his body from his spirit?
Now, after all this trouble, I've come back, hoping to be resurrected, and then...
A restoration of the Great Qian Dynasty?!
No, that's not right. Where would a bunch of foreign devils get the idea of restoring the Qing Dynasty?
The more likely explanation is that they wanted to resurrect the last emperor, then control him, ultimately achieving their goal of using the emperor to command the other lords or something else entirely.
Su Changming felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it.
"Rin, do you think there might be something in here...?"
After figuring things out, he swallowed hard and habitually asked the all-knowing girl.
"no."
However, before he could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Ling.
She seemed to know what he was thinking; a complex emotion flashed in her cool eyes.
He then added firmly, "Absolutely not!"