Chapter 750 - 401: Great Treasure Vault, Wishing Machine (Part 2)

Chapter 750: Chapter 401: Great Treasure Vault, Wishing Machine (Part 2)

Hoo...

The swirling wind and snow seemed to hear this promise, and came pouring in, engulfing the ten people.

When the snow and wind dissipated, the ten people had vanished.

In the midst of the ruins, only a blood-stained snowman was left.

...

Moon Lotus Mansion Celestial Platform.

The iron door of the elevator machine room cracked open, and a figure shot out, rolling like a tumbler across the ground, before finally stopping.

Whoosh!

A firebomb flew in from the sky.

Boom!

Amidst the raging flames, the figure was quickly burned into a mummy.

...

In the dreamscape, the night was deep and thick.

By the crackling campfire.

The Ancient Immortal in Blood Garment sat on the Bronze Chair, watching the scene in the mirror, revealing a smile.

"It’s worth it."

The disciples nearby all had strange expressions.

"Master, are we... just going to watch him get killed by the Immortal Committee? Not save him even a bit?"

The Ancient Immortal in Blood Garment shook his head.

"There’s no need to save him.

"The moment he stepped out from the treasure vault, his mission was already completed."

What the Ancient Immortal didn’t say was... this disciple’s internal organs, limbs, and bones had all been invaded by cold poison, leaving him with just a breath, equivalent to a corpse.

Even if one wanted to save him, it wouldn’t be possible.

Through this disciple, knowing that this time the theme of the Heluo Treasure Vault is ’snow’ is already enough.

...

In the dreamscape, by the side of the creek.

The King of Darkness saw his master’s face grow increasingly grim.

"What did they experience in that treasure vault?

"Why did they die?"

Every time this Great Treasure Vault opens, the theme is different.

There had been blade mountains, seas of fire, fierce winds, corpse poison, serpent chaos, cauldrons, hot winds... it varies each time.

Knowing the theme helps in making some preparations, then sending disciples in for the competition!

The King of Darkness rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, then asked.

"Master, what’s really inside that vault that makes you so concerned?"

The Ancient Immortal smacked his lips.

"I don’t know what’s inside.

"I’ve never been in there.

"But I’ve heard that every time the vault opens, countless people are consumed! Yet it also fulfills the desire of the last survivor, helping them grant a wish..."

The King of Darkness furrowed his brows.

"Grant a wish?"

He recalled the blue fat robot cat he watched as a child.

Was the Great Treasure Vault essentially a wish machine?

"Hmm?"

He understood why his master was vexed.

Without knowing the theme inside, there’s no way to prepare in advance.

The disciples sent in next time would not survive till the end.

Thus... they wouldn’t be able to seize that precious wish?

...

On the celestial platform, the elevator machine room door opened again.

"Pupupupupu..." Like a volley of machine guns, spraying out a series, a full ten people!

When these ten landed, they rolled tactically, diffusing the impact, in very good condition!

The squad leader only felt his body was warm, his skin soft and tender, as if... as if a scab had fallen off a wound, growing new skin with that texture?

He subconsciously touched his head, only to find a tuft of dry grass.

He instinctively tried to recall what happened inside the vault but found his head empty.

He reached into his pocket for the black box of recordings and photos, equally empty.

Static came from his earphone, followed by Feng Kaishan’s voice.

"There’s no need to look. From the backend here, I can see that all storage devices on you have been lost!

"What do you remember?"

The ten members of the Sharp Blade Squad all stood up, eyes full of confusion, looking at each other.

The squad leader spoke.

"I remember someone telling me to have the Secret Brain Office abandon this vault, to have the Immortal Committee abandon this vault.

"They said... said the ten of us... uh... might not survive.

"Requested the Immortal Committee to arrange a special guard for the ten of us, to alert at all times, to take compulsory measures if there’s any anomaly?"

On the other side of the earphone, the commanders of the Secret Brain Office were silent for a moment.

"Alright, it’s best that you managed to return alive!"

But then the squad leader suddenly added.

"I remember that He Xiaolian seems not to be married, please organize... uh... never mind."

The squad leader lowered his head in frustration.

He recalled that voice, warning him, saying he may not live, and in future days he should be extremely careful. Living under the organization’s protection, away from this Great Treasure Vault.

His eyes were moist.

Why bother about whether He Xiaolian is married or not in this miserable state?

What if she is married?

What if she isn’t?

Bang!

Behind him, the iron door of the elevator machine room swayed and fell, crashing down with a thunderous noise.

Behind the iron door, it was no longer the secret realm with yellow sands swirling all around, but a dark and messy elevator machine room.

The manifestation of the Great Treasure Vault has ended.

...

In the office.

Bai Mo sat in the chair, straightened his back, extended his arms, and stretched lazily.

"Ah, it’s over."

Some Ancient Immortals have figured out the theme of this Great Treasure Vault, while others have not.

Some are happy, some are miserable!

Bai Mo has figured it out too.

"The snow in that treasure vault... its lethality to the Sharp Blade Squad, Sequence Eight, and Sequence Nine seems to be the same?"

But the physical qualities of these three groups are worlds apart!

"What about people from Sequence Seven, Sequence Six, Sequence Five? If they enter, would they get frozen to death too?

"Indiscriminate freezing to death?

"And that passphrase, can it be used a second time?

"When shouted in the vault... must it really be returned to?"

Bai Mo couldn’t quite figure it out.

...

"It’s finally over.

"Too scary."

In the office, Jiao Su turned off the computer live stream and sighed.

This incident happened in Heluo, requiring the most effort from the Heluo Immortal Committee.

The Heluo Immortal Committee was busy organizing and dispatching.

But he was different. As a researcher, a scholar, he wasn’t much involved.

"Luckily, I didn’t get involved in that Great Treasure Vault."

He chuckled, lowered his head, continued looking at the computer screen, and continued preparing for the Blood-Drinking Red Flower Factory.

Actually, according to his plan, the factory was not pressing yet. More importantly, a blood collection center needed to be established first to find more people to draw more blood samples!

"All those suspected suitable blood samples have been contacted, right?

"Out of a total of seven hundred and twenty-three samples, how many are confirmed to come?"

He opened the computer, logged into his website’s backend, and saw the confirmation list.

"Uh... only thirteen can come?

"Not even a tenth of them?"

Jiao Su pulled a wry smile, feeling very frustrated.

He called the secretary, asked a few questions, and then listened to the secretary’s complaints.

"...Our product name is too sinister.

"When people hear the words Blood-Drinking Red Flower, they strongly resist.

"These thirteen agreed to come only because we promised free meals and accommodations."

Jiao Su shut the phone, his face dark.

Dislike the sinister name?

This is alright?

"The words Heluo Treasure Vault don’t sound sinister at all, but it’s actually more sinister than anything.

"Blood-Drinking Red Flower, the Immortal Grass used to feed horses in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, and they find it sinister?

"Humph!"

The more Jiao Su thought, the angrier he became.

Then, hearing a creak, the office door opened.

His face was full of rage.

"Who let you in, get out!"

But the young man in furs who pushed the door open, with a lazy posture and an arrogant demeanor, didn’t seem like someone from the Immortal Committee?

"Who are you?"

Jiao Su stood up, frowned, his anger flaring!

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly realized, outside his office door, where the young man came from, was not the familiar corridor, but a vast, flying yellow sand!

This yellow sand, Jiao Su recognized, even found very familiar!

Because he just saw it, it was the yellow sand from within the Heluo Treasure Vault!

The young man in furs walked forward, plopped down onto Jiao Su’s office desk, and with a smirk, said.

"Is... is your master Ma Liuzi?"

This address was both baffling and arrogant, the tone casual, with no respect whatsoever.

Jiao Su’s face twitched.

His master was indeed Ancient Immortal Ma Liu!

But he had never heard anyone dare to call his master Ma Liuzi... this address, oddly had a bit of humor?

In the depths of Jiao Su’s eyes, Ancient Immortal Ma Liu was trembling all over, face ashen, anger rising!

After all, he was a Master of Fire from Sequence Four!

Countless years, how many dared to call him by name?

"Kill him for me!"