Luo Jianhua's phone was unreachable. It seemed that after taking on a disciple, he no longer kept his phone on twenty-four hours a day.
I could only call Wu Aiguo.
After Wu Aiguo answered, he said gravely:
"Daoist Jiang!"
"Old Wu, there's a problem over at Second Bridge. Come handle it..."
I then explained the situation here.
I also mentioned that there were living people who needed rescue.
After listening, Wu Aiguo immediately replied:
"No problem. I'll bring people over to deal with the scene right away. At most, half an hour."
After ending the call, we waited outside.
Only after the frigid aura in the secret chamber had weakened and Pan Ling judged it safe to enter did we go back inside.
The passage into the secret chamber was still bitterly cold, like the dead of winter.
When we reached the chamber, we found that the altar had already exploded into fragments.
The corpse was still lying where it had been, the blood around its neck already coagulated.
Other than that, we saw something in the middle of the chamber that was giving off black light.
"What's that?"
Zhang Yuchen asked.
I saw it too, but it looked like a black glowing pearl. I couldn't make it out either.
Pan Ling only took one look before crying out:
"It looks like a skull!"
"A skull?"
I exclaimed in surprise, then cautiously moved closer.
As I approached, the black light began to fade.
Its shape became clearer. It really was a skull, but it was black.
Yet it was not a human skull. It was a dog's skull? No, a wolf's skull?
"Why is this skull black? And why is it giving off black smoke?"
Zhang Yuchen asked in confusion, but none of us dared touch it.
After observing it