897. The Summoning (1)Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Qian Ye looked at Mo Fei and then Lou Yu, saying helplessly, “What are you doing? Singing to each other’s tune! I got goose bumps all over!

Lou Yu shook his head and smiled wryly, “I also got goose bumps all over when I was in the tomb.”

When near Cang Qian’s tomb, Lou Yu felt a gloomy and terrible breath, under that breath, Lou Yu felt that he was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Looking at him, Qian Ye rolled his eyes and said playfully, “Cang Qian is really powerful! Having been dead for more than a thousand years, he could still scare the sh*t out of Lou Yu!”

Lou Yu sniffed and said, “Qian Ye, don’t worry. If Cang Qian comes back to life, I will never be the first to wet my pants.”

“Damn! You’re looking for a beating, aren’t you?” Qian Ye gasped.

Lou Yu rolled his eyes and said, “Just telling the truth.”

Mo Yi took a look at Mo Fei and asked, “Young master, how on earth do those people expect you to help them?”

Mo Fei shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. But I suppose they’d expect me to take the lead, brave enough to go down to the graveyard, and get rid of the damned monster myself.”

Blinking, Qian Ye looked at Mo Fei and said, “Feifei, do you have that ability?”

Mo Fei shook his head, “No.”

Qian Ye nodded, “I agree.”

Mo Fei, “….”

“Who on earth are those white-beard old men?” Zheng Xuan asked.

“My shifu said they are from Tianji School, who know everything five thousand years ago and five thousand years after. Whenever they’d be a huge change of the world, they’d show up. They seldom come to the world. A bunch of masters who are indifferent to fame and wealth.” Mo Fei shrugged his shoulder.

Qian Ye rolled his eyes and said, “Having said so much, actually, they are just a gang of fortunetellers!”

Mo Fei, “…”

Lou Yu shrugged his shoulders, “You can’t say that. I think those people are quite capable.”

Qian Ye snorted lightly, saying disapprovingly, “Even though, it can’t change the fact they are a gang of swindling fortunetellers!”

Lou Yu, “…”

“Master, so you mean, those old men said that the monster in the tomb is now absorbing nutrients, and when he has absorbed enough, he will be born?” Mo Yi asked.

Mo Fei nodded, “Yes!”

“Since the strength of the monster in the ancient tomb is constantly enhancing, we should take it down before it gets strong enough.” Said Qian Ye thoughtfully.

Mo Fei nodded. “That’s what I was thinking, but I dare not do it.”

Qian Ye, “…”

“Neither those white-beard old men?” Mo Yi asked.

Mo Fei thought a bit and said, “They look all so transcendent, so immortal-like, but I think they should also be afraid of death.”

“Are masters also afraid of death?” Su Rong muttered.

“Masters are also human, OK? Besides, they are not decent masters, but only a bunch of fake fortunetellers.” Qian Ye gave a snort.

“…”

Suddenly a sharp whistling sound arose, making Mo Fei, Lou Yu and Qian Ye’s heart tightened.

Mo Yi look at Mo Fei’s distorted face, asking strangely, “Young master, are you OK?”

Mo Fei looked at Mo Yi and said, “Didn’t you hear a sound?”

Mo Yi looked at Mo Fei strangely, “A sound? What sound?”

Mo Fei looked at Mo Yi and said, “Didn’t you hear it?”

Mo Yi shook his head and said, “No! Am I supposed to hear something?”

Mo Fei threw a suspicious look at Lou Yu and Qian Ye.

Cheng Mobai walked out sullenly at this time, “My disciple, you also heard it?”

Mo Fei looked at Cheng Mobai and asked, “Shifu, what was that?”

Cheng Mobai cleared his throat and said, “That was the summoning call of heavenly class masters. So only heavenly class masters can hear it. When there’d be some dramatic change of the world, sometimes, the secluded master would issue the summoning call to summon those heavenly class masters to go to talk about how to solve the problem.”

“I have ever heard of it when it was only ten or so. But till today I know it really exists. Speaking of which, the summoning call hasn’t been issued for a few thousand years.” Mumbled Cheng Mobai.

“Thousands of years? So thousands of years ago, did anyone ever issue a summoning call?” Qian Ye wondered.