The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 377 - 375: The Bizarre Prank

Chapter 377: Chapter 375: The Bizarre Prank

The peculiar bus did not appear every day, so Qin Zhao and others decided to stay at the hotel for a few days, taking turns to watch over the essential passageway for the bus.

An international police officer said with concern, "Last time we followed them, but in the end, we almost drove off a cliff. They must have realized it.

"I’m worried they’ll be on guard and won’t come out to take tourists for a short time."

"It’s okay to wait a few more days. Shangguan and I can stroll around nearby, ask about that place."

The mountain range where the bus came from was called Kun Mountain. Others had already enquired about it, but the locals were tight-lipped and rarely ventured there.

Nearby Kun Mountain was a famous tourist attraction.

When the bus was outside fetching tourists, it would claim to take them to that attraction, with promotional posters for the site plastered on the bus—easy to deceive tourists who are unfamiliar with the area.

Qin Zhao and Shangguan Qiu wandered around the nearby streets, accompanied by a translator from the Criminal Police Team.

They asked several locals in succession, who were all very tight-lipped. Upon hearing the words "Kun Mountain," they would ignore them outright and turn away, unwilling to deal with them.

After asking around and learning nothing, they could only return to the hotel.

"Let’s go eat first. We can only understand the situation after we see it ourselves."

Shangguan Qiu thought of the cultural relics unearthed from the Emperor’s Tomb, her expression grave. "These artifacts are very important. The ones we’ve recovered are mostly top-quality Magic Artifacts, indicating that the Heavenly Master’s Mysterious Skill was very prosperous during that period.

Especially the Changyuan Sword, said to be comparable to the Xuanyuan Sword; it absolutely can’t fall into the hands of foreigners."

The formidable Ancient Sword unearthed from this Emperor’s Tomb was the Changyuan Sword.

By a stroke of luck, a local villager stumbled upon the Changyuan Sword and uploaded a video of it online.

The villager joked about finding a treasure on the mountain, not taking the seemingly old Changyuan Sword seriously, unaware it was actually a precious antique.

The archaeological team had suspected there was a tomb in the area but had never managed to locate it. Over time, they gave up. However, with the appearance of the Changyuan Sword, the entrance to the Emperor’s Tomb was unwittingly exposed.

The day after the video exposed the Changyuan Sword, tomb robbers came searching.

By the time the domestic archaeological team arrived, it was too late. Most relics in the tomb had been plundered. They also killed the villager and stole the Changyuan Sword.

"Don’t worry, if it’s really there, I will definitely help you get it back."

Seeing Qin Zhao coming over actually gave Shangguan Qiu a lot of reassurance.

"But the food here is really not good; I’m still missing the cuisine back home."

Qin Zhao thought of the dinner she had at the hotel restaurant, which wasn’t to her liking. She didn’t care much for it.

"Why didn’t you bring your husband along? Doesn’t he know how to cook?"

Shangguan Qiu remembered that during their previous outings, Chu Yan was in charge of logistics, and his culinary skills were indeed excellent. She only had a meal made by Chu Yan once, and it made a lasting impression.

"He had a quarrel with me yesterday and ran away from home."

Qin Zhao muttered quietly, "It should be all right by now; he even called me yesterday."

Shangguan Qiu was incredibly surprised; she hadn’t expected someone like Chu Yan, who appeared aloof and noble, out of touch with the common world, to throw a fit and storm out.

Then again, considering Chu Yan could cook, she thought it wasn’t impossible.

Perhaps he was just cold to others, reserving all his warmth and childish tantrums for the person he liked.

"Do you want Chinese food? I can go ask if there’s a Chinese restaurant nearby."

The two walked down the hotel corridor to their room doors.

Just as Qin Zhao was about to answer, they suddenly saw a black plastic bag hanging on the door of her room.

Drip drop, drip drop.

There was also blood leaking from the plastic bag, dripping onto the floor.

Ordinary women would be terrified by this sight, screaming frantically.

Unfortunately, neither Qin Zhao nor Shangguan Qiu were ordinary women. They had seen things a hundred times more horrifying than a black plastic bag and blood, and showed little reaction on their faces.

Qin Zhao prepared to remove the plastic bag when suddenly, something inside began shaking violently, causing the black plastic bag to fall to the ground.

Shangguan Qiu picked it up and dumped the contents out.

A dead rat with its throat cut.

Perhaps it should be said, a rat that had just died not long ago.

When Qin Zhao reached out to touch the plastic bag, this rat was still on its last breath.

"Prank?"

In fact, before opening the bag, Qin Zhao and Shangguan Qiu already knew it contained a rat since they could use their Divine Sense to examine it.

Shangguan Qiu pondered and said, "Certainly, no one from our team would do such a thing. They all know we are Heavenly Masters; a dead rat just can’t scare us."

Qin Zhao raised her eyebrows, suspecting that Murong Qi was behind this.

She was a stranger in Chiang Mai, and besides her team members, no one else would play such an unprovoked prank on her.

Moreover, the International Criminal Police Team and the Heavenly Master Sect wouldn’t engage in such a ridiculous farce either. So it could only be Murong Qi, the single-celled organism who grew in stature but not in brains.

No sooner had she finished this thought than the serpentine trail of fresh blood on the ground began to creep eerily.

In no time, the blood drew a "death" character on the floor!

As if someone had dipped their hand in the blood and written it there!

But there was no one here, nor any ghosts!

"Could it be that it’s not a prank?"

Shangguan Qiu’s face changed color; the appearance of this "death" character was just too eerie!

"But there is no dead soul here at all!"

She looked around and didn’t even sense the aura of any ghosts.

Qin Zhao stared at the blood-soaked character on the ground, her eyes narrowing slightly, "If it’s not a prank, then it must be a warning for me, right? I’m curious to see how you’re going to kill me."

-

Behind the hotel, Murong Qi stood next to a tall, handsome man.

The man had fair skin and sharp, handsome features, looking like a Eurasian.

This man was named Jesida, a local noblewoman of Chiang Mai and a European’s mixed-race child.

He was whispering something in Murong Qi’s ear while holding her waist.

Murong Qi’s eyes glinted with excitement.

"Jesida, you are really amazing!"

She snorted coldly, "Back when we were in our home country, she always bullied me. If it weren’t for her finding a good husband, how could I ever let her walk all over me? I really want to see her scared until she wets herself!"

Thinking of the scene described by Jesida, even Murong Qi herself felt frightened.

The dead rat at Qin Zhao’s doorstep was indeed their doing.

But Jesida said that wasn’t scary enough, he had a way to make the scene even more terrifying.

Chu Yan, who had borrowed the hotel kitchen, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He looked out the window and saw Murong Qi with a foreign man.

After cultivation, Chu Yan’s senses were extremely sharp, and he naturally overheard their conversation.

They were planning to scare his wife?

Were they seeking death?

A cold gleam flitted across his phoenix eyes.

Chu Yan methodically packed up the food and then asked the staff fluently in Thai regarding the lodgings of Murong Qi and the foreign man.

This place wasn’t a big hotel; a little money would easily extract customer information.