Reborn As Super Heiress

Chapter 1583: Chapter 1567: Who Are You

The passageway was pitch-black, and Long Shan Zhang hadn’t brought even a flashlight, so all he could see was a vague silhouette standing before him, without any idea who this person was.

However, although this person stood in front of him, Long Shan Zhang couldn’t feel their breathing or heartbeat. The only sounds in the passageway were his own heavy breaths and pounding heartbeat.

His face was ghastly pale, and his forehead was tense enough to sweat coldly. He sat stiffly on the ground for a long while before trembling to open his mouth and asked in a quivering voice, ”You... who are you?”

The person didn’t speak. Long Shan Zhang still held onto some hope, thinking this person might be Oil Rat, playing a joke on him, so he tentatively asked, ”Are you... You Laoshu?”

The person stayed silent. Long Shan Zhang felt like he was being roasted over a fire; the more silent the person was, the more terrified he became. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted furiously, ”Who are you exactly? Are you human or ghost?!”

Saying this, Long Shan Zhang reached out and lunged at the person, but the figure seemed to sense it and floated back a few steps, suddenly letting out a sinister laugh. Their hoarse voice sounded as if something had cut it, sneering,

”Can’t take it anymore? You Long Shan Zhang don’t seem as formidable as they say.”

The person’s voice was strange, but Long Shan Zhang oddly felt less afraid.

If the person could speak, it meant they were surely human and not a ghost. As long as they were human, they were not invincible, and flaws could be found to deal with them.

Even though he couldn’t make out the person’s appearance, Long Shan Zhang’s fear was somewhat calmed. Raising his head to look at them, he asked, ”Who are you? How did you get into this cave?”

The person ignored Long Shan Zhang’s queries, only laughing and asking, ”You’ve intruded into the forbidden area and now you’re questioning who I am? Isn’t that funny? Long Shan Zhang, others may not know, but you should be aware of the consequences of trespassing a forbidden area, right?”

Long Shan Zhang was taken aback, recalling the clan rules in the ancestral ceremonies that stated ”intruders of the forbidden area will die,” but he was indifferent.

In this day and age, such bans were clearly meant to fool people.

If he wasn’t aware of the secrets Granny Jue hid, he might really believe there was something ghostly about the back mountain.

Now it seemed like the descendants of the Miao King had deliberately set up an illusion to deceive people, making them think there were ghosts in the back mountain to prevent anyone from discovering this underground labyrinth.

Not to mention Fujiwara Seiho and the others; after today’s incident, even Long Shan Zhang was curious. He wanted to know what treasures were hidden in this underground palace that warranted such a bizarre maze.

The designer devoted such effort to protecting what was hidden, so it certainly couldn’t be something simple.

Long Shan Zhang was still preoccupied with other thoughts, but just then, a meow came from the side. An elegant figure walked over with gentle steps and leapt into that strange person’s embrace.

”Fomalhaut, you did well today. I’ll reward you with some fish when we get back.” The strange person stroked the soft fur on the back of the cat’s head.

The cat seemed to enjoy it, letting out a few contented hums.

Long Shan Zhang was dumbfounded. He stared in shock at the cat with glowing blue eyes, utterly astonished. A few seconds later, as if coming to his senses, he pointed at the cat and stammered,

”Was it you... playing tricks just now?!”

The person chuckled complacently and asked, ”Yes, Fomalhaut’s been with me for many years. How about that, smart cat, right?”

”Who... exactly are you, and what is your purpose?”

The person couldn’t help but shake their head, letting out a long sigh. Looking at Long Shan Zhang with a gaze of pity, they spoke softly,

”Since you ask, I’ll let you die with some understanding.”

With that, the person leaned in closer to Long Shan Zhang’s face and coldly said,

”Do you know where your nephew and cousin are now? Do you really think they’re still working out of town? Haven’t returned to the Miao Village or contacted family for so long, don’t you find it odd?”

The person laughed and said, ”To be honest, your precious nephew and cousin are lying in the coffins of Granny Jue and her son Qi Lang! I buried them myself. Tell me, if I hadn’t told you, would you ever have thought they’d be buried in someone else’s grave?”

Hearing this, Long Shan Zhang was instantly dumbfounded. The next moment, he shook violently like a sieve, his face ashen with fear,

”What... what did you say?”

The person spoke in a tone of nonchalance, but their words were chillingly sinister:

”Didn’t you understand what I said? How Granny Jue and her son died, you, Long Shan Zhang, know very well, right? Killing them wasn’t enough; you even burned their ancestral house and dug up their grave. You should have expected the day of reckoning for such relentless cruelty, shouldn’t you?”

Long Shan Zhang felt a cold chill down his spine.

Who is this person? How do they know such secret matters?

The death of Granny Jue and her son was handled very discreetly; no one noticed or could provide evidence.

Aside from himself, only his nephew and cousin knew the truth.

Unexpectedly, this person in front of him found out. And from their tone, it clearly wasn’t a joke.

His nephew and cousin were truly murdered!

A wave of cold surged from his feet to his head; he realized that he was in great danger right now.

Escape!

He must escape! He absolutely couldn’t sit here waiting to die, being led by the nose by this person! This person was obviously here for revenge for Granny Jue and her son!

In that instant, who knows where he got his strength from, Long Shan Zhang suddenly scrambled up from the ground and began to desperately run forward through the passageway.

But could he really escape?

Long Shan Zhang didn’t notice the tightly pressed lips and cold eyes of the person behind him.

A dagger flashed with a sharp, cold gleam, filled with a strong scent of death, aimed precisely at his head.

The next moment, the dagger, like a flying knife, was swiftly hurled by the person, cutting through the air in the dark night, flying accurately forward in the maze-like passageway.

With a muffled grunt, a figure fell in the passageway, the sweet taste of blood instantly filling the air, saturating the entire passageway above.