The place was already piled high with thick, strip-like layers of ash, as if the fan in a computer case had not been cleaned for several years.
Zhu Tang formed a hand seal, and a visible green breeze swelled up, sweeping the ash away.
As the wind flowed in, a golden-red glow gradually lit up the tunnel.
It was not fire, but a red gemstone with a ring of gray around it, like a piece of glowing charcoal. Or rather, it was a kind of extremely heat-resistant self-igniting charcoal.
Old Ibn nodded slightly to Zhu Tang, then walked inside.
"What happened after that?"
Hai Na was itching with curiosity. She was very interested in what happened next.
After becoming a ritualist or a Curse Master... what happened after that? Did he find out who the murderer was? Did he complete his revenge?
"If you know the effects of the Intestine Severing Curse, you can easily guess... whose curse would make Ibn's father afraid to seek a cure."
Iver patted Hai Na's shoulder and said softly, "It was the Good Lord himself.
"Clearly, the Good Lord did not execute him directly, which meant he had no evidence in hand—most likely, someone had reported him anonymously. The Good Lord suspected him, but did not want to kill him outright, so he used the curse to torture him and planned to observe his reaction.
"If Ibn's father truly had a clear conscience, then his reaction would definitely have been the same as Ibn's when he was young. He would have believed that the people who had tried to assassinate him were assassins from the Rebels. Then the Good Lord could see exactly how many Rebels he cut down and learn what he truly thought of the matter."
"...And if he was cursed yet