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Every Ajan who turned back due to the disturbance had an exceptionally grim expression, with several of them, like the first Ajan, having faces covered in wrinkles. Once they turned around, they dared not look back again and quickly left the area in front of the jade.
However, due to the previous delay, two of the Ajan closest to the jade ultimately did not wake up. When Second Uncle patted their shoulders, blood continuously flowed from their eyes. Their wrinkled skin looked as unsightly as old tree bark. These two Ajan fell straight down, their magical tools dropping to the ground and scattering like dust.
Second Uncle also looked pale. After dragging the bodies back with me, he remained silent for a long time. The two Mine Owners who followed us were terrified, their faces drained of color, repeatedly asking what had happened and how there could be dead people!
The surviving Azhans also looked unwell; they were sweating profusely and trembling as they held their magical tools. Three of the magical tools were already damaged, which was a loss for them but also a stroke of luck. If those tools hadn’t absorbed some of the pressure for them, those three would have ended up like the two who died.
Second Uncle squatted beside the bodies for a long time before walking over to the Azhans to inquire about what had just happened. I glanced at the scattered dust on the ground and instinctively grasped the White Olive Amulet around my neck. We hadn’t even started digging; just standing there for a moment had resulted in two deaths—could this really continue?
The Azhans came from all over, and although they didn’t speak the same language, Second Uncle could understand what they were saying. After several Ajan explained what had happened, Second Uncle became even more silent. After a while, he gritted his teeth and approached the two Mine Owners, saying, “I’m sorry, but we can’t handle this matter; you should find someone else. I will refund every penny you paid earlier.”
Upon hearing this, the two Mine Owners immediately disagreed. They had already paid the money and had been idle for so long; how could he just say they weren’t going to do it?
Second Uncle knew that if this matter got out, it would be a significant blow to their reputation. However, it was serious enough that he had to consider even worse consequences. Seeing him so resolute, the two Mine Owners asked what exactly had happened—couldn’t even that many sorcerers resolve it?
Second Uncle replied that the Azhans, while in front of the jade earlier, intended to study what was sinister about it. But after watching for a short while, they discovered that the colors within the jade were moving. These colors kept changing and gradually formed unique patterns of text. At that moment, the pressure transmitted to the Ajan from deep within the mine suddenly increased several times.
Even their minds were pulled into a place like a black hole from which there was no escape. The Azhans said that there was only darkness, destruction, and death there. If they dug open this jade, it would be like opening a door to annihilation—no one could escape. Behind that door lay immense terror; they couldn’t articulate what it was, but they could feel it.
If I hadn’t urged Second Uncle to inquire about what happened, these Ajan might have quietly died without anyone noticing.
It was too dangerous; no one dared to try again easily. People had already died just from looking, so who knew what would happen if they actually dug it up?
As a result, even Second Uncle had to concede, offering a refund and an apology.
The Mine Owner was very dissatisfied after hearing this. He said, "You all saw the inscriptions on the jade before, and now it's still the same inscriptions. What's the difference? Besides, why didn't anyone die before? There must be another reason! We spent so much money hiring people not to hear these alarmist statements but to gain some actual benefits. Regardless, even if we don't excavate the jade, we must uncover the secret!"
In fact, I had also been seriously examining the jade earlier because it was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to take my eyes off it. However, I didn't notice any movement in the colors inside. As for what Ajan said about the pressure increasing several times, I didn't feel much of a difference either. The Mine Owner's doubts were also present in my mind.
Having seen those inscriptions, why did the previous five Ajan not have any issues?
Second Uncle couldn't explain the reason for this matter clearly; even the Azhans were puzzled and could only speculate that it might be due to too many people coming, which increased the pressure and made it unbearable.
The Mine Owner did not accept such an outcome and clearly stated that there must be an explanation. They wouldn't want their money back; since they had given it, they weren't short of that little bit of silver. They only wanted this piece of jade, and if they couldn't get a satisfactory result, no one present today would be allowed to leave!
This blatant threat made Second Uncle's expression darken. He looked at the two Mine Owners and said, "I know you have guns, but so what? The one from Cambodia has tanks; you must have heard of that."
This was also a threat. On that day, the Drug Dealer trapped Ajan Dong, provoking all the Dealers to gather against him. If these Mine Owners wanted to do something similar here, Second Uncle naturally wouldn't be afraid. Guns were indeed terrifying, but Azhans were not pushovers either; provoking them could lead to mutual destruction without much difficulty!
Seeing the surrounding Ajan with their watchful eyes, the expressions of the two Mine Owners changed slightly. They exchanged glances; their tone softened a bit. They no longer intended to threaten with force but instead appealed to Second Uncle's emotions and reason. They subtly indicated that if such matters got out, it would have a very negative impact on the Shen Family. They had friends all over the world; while they themselves wouldn’t spread it, they feared others might not keep quiet.
This was also a clear threat but was more intimidating to Second Uncle than brute force. Noticing Second Uncle's unusual expression, the two Mine Owners quickly added that they didn’t require immediate resolution for this piece of jade; they could take their time. If one day wasn’t enough, then three days; if three days weren’t enough, then a week! Moreover, as long as there was no deliberate delay in time-wasting, all expenses for the Ajan would be covered by them—Second Uncle wouldn’t have to spend a single cent.
This was an additional incentive that left no room for argument in terms of reason or emotion.
Second Uncle thought for a long time and finally had no choice but to agree to continue looking into it. However, it was clear that today was not feasible; Azhans were mentally exhausted and needed some rest. At the same time, one could not expect too much from unraveling the mystery, as the jade contained an inexplicable power that was not easy to deal with.
The Mine Owners naturally agreed, as long as people stayed behind, they wouldn't worry about work not getting done.
Thus, our group, after sacrificing the lives of two Ajan, exited the mine in a rather disheveled state. This was only temporary; no one knew how many more would die in the future. A few Ajan expressed their desire to leave as soon as they exited the mine; they did not want to wade through this murky water for fear of drowning. Second Uncle understood the principle of treating others as one would wish to be treated, and if possible, he too would like to leave Myanmar immediately. However, he could not leave.
On that day, six Ajan left; the remaining individuals were all bold characters. Second Uncle promised them that everyone's Reward would double upon completion! We needed to uncover the secrets of the jade in the shortest time possible and in the safest manner!
Among these people, I was relatively familiar with Azan Menta, who also understood some Chinese. So during our break, I took the initiative to ask him if what happened in the mine was really as Second Uncle described.
Azan Menta shook his head; he hadn't had the chance or energy to speak while inside. Second Uncle translated based on other languages, which naturally led to some omissions in meaning. Azan Menta told me that the jade might not just be a door but more like a prison. The changing characters on the jade not only narrated something but also represented a kind of sealing spell. Simply put, it was similar to what I had mentioned before about Binding Ghost Scripture and Soul-Settling Spell, but the spells on the jade were several levels higher than those Invocation Spells.
Azan Menta also mentioned that he suspected there were terrifying entities trapped inside; even just a hint of breath leaking through the "crack" was enough to obliterate a person.
I was greatly puzzled and asked why he would still want to stay if it was so terrifying.
Azan Menta replied that first, it was for money; the Reward offered by Second Uncle was quite high, enough for them to be willing to take this risk. Second, the Victim had low expectations for results; as long as they clarified the secrets of the jade, they would consider their mission accomplished. Whether or not they could extract it was up to the Mine Owners.
One "high" and one "not high" were the reasons why the Azhans were willing to stay.
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