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Lin Yu took the stone tablet and suddenly noticed a line of tiny engravings on its back: "When the Bloodline sacrifice is complete, the true disaster will begin." He looked up at the brightening sky and was startled to see a symbol, identical to that on the cover of the ancient text, faintly emerging from the clouds, becoming clearer at an alarming rate.
At that moment, the church bells in the small town rang out, their melodious chimes intermingled with a metallic distortion. Lin Yu understood that the real test was just beginning—the mysterious power that had been temporarily suppressed was gathering even more terrifying energy in the clouds.
As Lin Yu gazed at the symbols coalescing in the sky, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm. He looked down to see a dark red pattern spreading from his palm up his arm—it was the very symbol from the cover of the ancient text!
"Detective Lin!" Officer Li's voice called out from a distance. "The Meteorological Bureau says this cloud mass... is absorbing all the electricity from the town!"
His phone vibrated suddenly, displaying a message from an unknown number: "Hurry to the manor altar; your Bloodline is the final key." The sender was none other than Old Zhang, the butler who had fallen into a coma.
When Lin Yu arrived at the manor, he found all family members bound by an invisible force around the altar. Chen Hao lay in the center of the altar, a bloodied dagger plunged into his chest, blood flowing into grooves etched with symbols on the ground.
"You've finally arrived, heir of the Bloodline," a familiar voice emerged from the shadows. Lin Yu was shocked to see Old Zhang, who should have been in the hospital, standing at the edge of the altar with blood-red pupils. "We have waited for this day for three hundred years."
The ancient text suddenly flew from Lin Yu's arms and hovered above the altar, flipping its pages on its own. It was then that Lin Yu noticed all family members had similar symbols appearing on their foreheads—this was not a curse but rather a mark of Bloodline inheritance!
"The First Generation Head made a pact with mysterious forces to gain immortality," Old Zhang's voice became ethereal. "Every three hundred years, a direct descendant of the Bloodline must be sacrificed to continue this power. And you..." he pointed at Lin Yu, "are indeed a direct descendant of the First Generation Head!"
The symbols in the clouds suddenly emitted blinding red light, and the ground of the altar began to tremble violently. Lin Yu felt a powerful force pulling him toward the altar as Chen Hao's blood pooled beneath him, forming eerie patterns.
"No!" Officer Li attempted to rush forward but was repelled by an invisible barrier. Lin Yu looked at his gradually transparent hands and finally understood why he saw visions every time he touched the ancient text—those were fragments of memories from his ancestors.
"Detective Lin, use the key!" Officer Li struggled to throw a metallic object. Lin Yu caught it and realized it was the Copper Key he had received from Old Zhang; it resonated with the lock in the center of the altar.
The moment he inserted the key into the lock, a deafening roar erupted from the ancient text. Lin Yu felt something awakening within him as countless images flashed through his mind: The First Generation Head sacrificing relatives on this altar, generations of guardians battling mysterious forces, and that fateful rainy night three hundred years ago that changed their family's destiny...
"I use my Bloodline as a guide to break this evil pact!" Lin Yu bit his finger and let his blood drip onto the key. The altar erupted in blinding light as symbols in the clouds began to spin backward, and mysterious power surged back into the altar like a tide.
In that final burst of light, Lin Yu saw an apparition of the First Generation Head. The once ambitious man’s eyes were filled with regret: Power has never been a curse but rather a choice. With those words, all symbols extinguished simultaneously, and tranquility returned to the manor.
Three months later, Lin Yu stood before a newly renovated manor entrance. After that disaster, family members decided to transform it into a historical museum to showcase that thrilling past.
"Mr. Lin, you have a package," Maid Lily handed him an antique wooden box. Upon opening it, he found both the ancient text and half of a jade pendant engraved with symbols identical to those on his palm.
A yellowed note slipped out from within the ancient text; it bore Old Zhang's handwriting: "The curse of Bloodline has been lifted, but the responsibility of guardianship remains forever. Remember, True Power lies not in external forces but within one's heart."
Lin Yu looked up at the azure sky and noticed that faint symbols in the clouds were dissipating. He knew that while this story might have ended, new challenges were just beginning...
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