Chapter 25: Divine Sound Like a Bell
"What?!"
Everyone was greatly shocked. They believed that Ye Fan would not speak without cause; he must have discovered something. Even Li Changqing and the female classmate beside Liu Yunzhi who had specifically targeted Ye Fan changed color, nervously looking around.
Ye Fan had observed everyone's reactions throughout the entire process, remaining as calm as still water. He had come to understand who was sincere and who was false. Only now did he begin to prove his innocence, directly pointing out a key suspicious point.
"You can touch his throat yourselves. The Adam's apple is shattered. No matter how strong a person is, they couldn't do that."
Someone crouched down, touched it personally, and confirmed Ye Fan's words. But more people stepped back a few paces, facing the unidentified corpse with a chill in their hearts. If it wasn't killed by human hands, then what was it? Cold sweat ran down everyone's spines.
"Ye Fan, do you know what that thing is? Will it... come for us too?" someone asked, trembling.
The purple-red bruise on the corpse's neck looked exactly like the finger marks left by a vengeful ghost. Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but glance toward the coffin within the coffin.
"We haven't gotten rid of the divine crocodiles..."
When they heard Ye Fan say this, everyone was horrified. They gripped their divine relics tightly, nervously scanning their surroundings.
A female classmate said with a tearful voice, "Is that crocodile ancestor suppressed under the Great Thunderclap Monastery following us in?"
That was a world-dominating great demon, personally suppressed by the Buddha. Although everyone had only seen a glimpse of its power, it was enough to be unforgettable. That terrifying might that shook the heavens was unparalleled.
"Impossible. It didn't follow us in. It's not that!" Li Changqing's face was pale. He no longer had a divine relic in his hand, nervously sticking close to Liu Yunzhi, gripping the Vajra Pestle tightly.
"I didn't say the crocodile ancestor followed us in. What I mean is that small crocodiles have sneaked into the bronze giant coffin." Saying this, he crouched down, shining the faint light of his phone on the dead man's face. "His expression is full of terror, eyes wide open, dying with regret. It's exactly the same as the expressions of the other thirteen classmates who left us."
"In the miscellaneous notes section of that ancient book, I saw records about the divine crocodiles. Besides describing their form, it also said: 'When a divine crocodile devours a person, it takes both soul and spirit. If the heart fears, the soul scatters.'" Although the ancient lamp in Ye Fan's hand had gone out, he still held it tightly, as if guarding against something. "This is no coincidence. This death is the same as the previous thirteen classmates, the same as recorded in the ancient book. They died in fear, their souls scattered. There must be divine crocodiles causing trouble."
Not minding that it was a corpse, Ye Fan pried open its mouth and indeed found a blood hole inside, leading straight up to the skull. Everyone immediately felt ice-cold all over. That tiny blood hole was exactly the same as the wounds on the dead classmates.
Only a terrifying creature like the divine crocodile could easily pierce through a human body and crush the Adam's apple from the inside.
So divine crocodiles had entered the bronze giant coffin? How many were there? Could the divine relics still hold them off after losing their divine radiance? This made everyone uneasy.
"So, the divine crocodile is still inside his body?"
"Hard to say." Ye Fan shook his head.
"It's still in his body! Something is squirming in his chest!" Zhang Ziling suddenly shouted, pointing at the corpse's chest.
"Puff"
A splash of blood burst out. A familiar, ferocious creature revealed its sharp little head from the corpse's chest. It was a ten-centimeter-long divine crocodile. It turned into a streak of black light, charging straight at Ye Fan's forehead.
"Bang"
Ye Fan reacted quickly, blocking with his copper lamp. A few faint sparks shot out. The divine crocodile let out a piercing scream as one spark struck it, nearly piercing through, and it was sent flying.
"Clang"
Pang Bo was also quick. He swung the Great Thunderclap Monastery copper plaque, slamming it heavily onto the ground. Traces of divine light shot out as the plaque crushed the divine crocodile into pulp.
"Liu Yunzhi, do you have anything to say now?" Pang Bo held the copper plaque, demanding of Liu Yunzhi.
"I was too impulsive. But who could have imagined a divine crocodile would enter the copper coffin?" Liu Yunzhi said no more, nor did he apologize. Things had developed to the point of near confrontation. There was no point in acting humble anymore.
"Slap"
At that moment, Pang Bo suddenly struck out, landing a heavy slap squarely on Liu Yunzhi's face.
During this process, the Vajra Pestle and the Great Thunderclap Monastery copper plaque both emitted faint, dim light, colliding and enveloping the two. But none of this stopped the slap. Liu Yunzhi's face was struck solidly, and blood immediately trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Sorry, I was too impulsive too." Pang Bo mocked Liu Yunzhi.
"You..."
Everyone quickly stepped between them to prevent a conflict. Liu Yunzhi's face was dark and gloomy. He gripped the Vajra Pestle, ready to charge, but remembering that the copper plaque had also emitted faint divine light, he ultimately held back.
"Shh"
Ye Fan suddenly made a silencing gesture, then stared intently at the coffin within the coffin in the center, as if listening to something. After a moment, Ye Fan asked the others, "Did you hear anything?"
Everyone was startled because they hadn't heard anything. Ye Fan looked puzzled, and finally, he slowly walked toward the four-meter-long small bronze coffin.
At that moment, the Bodhi seed in his bosom suddenly grew warm, making his chest feel cozy. It was then that he heard an even clearer sound.
Involuntarily, he reached out and touched the coffin within the coffin. It was covered with green rust and carved with many ancient ancestors and deities, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.
At this moment, he felt as if the Bodhi seed in his bosom had forcibly opened a door for him, allowing him to hear a very special sound.
At first, the sound was very faint, but then it grew louder and louder. The Bodhi seed in Ye Fan's bosom grew hotter and hotter.
The Bodhi tree, also known as the tree of wisdom, the tree of enlightenment, and the tree of thought. Legend says the Buddha attained enlightenment under a Bodhi tree. Ye Fan's Bodhi seed had a naturally formed image of the Buddha, created entirely by the interweaving of natural patterns. It was clearly extraordinary.
The sound coming from the ancient and mysterious bronze coffin before him grew more and more grand, like the heavenly sound of the Great Dao, or like profound and mysterious principles.
"The Way of Heaven takes from the abundant to supplement the deficient..."
The first line of the mysterious heavenly sound was a famous quote from Daoist scriptures. But what followed was an unheard-of, profound ancient scripture, difficult to understand.
The vast and profound sound seemed to travel through time from the ancient wilderness, finally vibrating in Ye Fan's ears like a great bell, entering his heart.
It really isn't suitable to write after 10:30. It took this long to finish the third chapter. My prediction was off. Tomorrow, we enter the new world.