der. Because from the police's few words, he realized this case was likely to become an unsolved mystery, with no trace of the murderer ever found.After hanging up the phone, he pulled out another num...Above the corridor in Room Number Seven, a small night lamp was placed every meter, emitting a ghastly white glow.

There was once a small hole in the ceiling above the corridor.

The hole is about the size of a bowl's opening.

This effectively prevents people trapped inside from escaping through the small opening when food is sent down from above.

Shen Yun had only eaten one meal in these days.

White rice packed in bamboo tubes.

There was just plain white rice, no salt, no kimchi or other side dishes, not even chopsticks, just plain rice and some water.

Such tasteless white rice, Shen Yun would have never even looked at before.

When she was first brought in, seeing these bowls of white rice being sent down, she didn't even bother to look, nor did she have the mood to.

But now, she wished that in that small hole, white rice grains would once again fall down. No need for salt, no kimchi, no chopsticks, just plain rice and water, that's all she wanted.

Unfortunately, until now she was dizzy and couldn't sit up straight even though she was about to faint. She didn't see the small hole open again, nor did any rice arrive.

She could only curl up in the corner behind the iron gate, staring blankly at the end of the corridor.

At the end of the hallway, there is a space of several dozen square meters.

Half of it was occupied by a black hole.

To the left of the black hole is a small platform with a plaque on it.

The ever-burning torch atop the small platform cast a crimson glow, resembling hellfire and sending shivers down one's spine.

Upon seeing those murals and recalling her grandfather's tales of the Shen family's rise to prominence, Shen Yun understood the trajectory of her own destiny.

She became the sacrificial offering that the Shen family would present to the Dragon God every twelve years.

Over these days, she is only fed once a day to empty her stomach and make her "cleaner" for the convenience of the Dragon's consumption.

Until the shriek that jolted her from her daze, Shen Yun refused to believe it. Her beloved grandfather, the man who cherished her so dearly, would sacrifice her, the only female member of the Shen family in nearly a century, to the dragon and throw her into Room Number Seven.

But this is indeed a fact.

She is in Room 7 now.

She had already heard the sound of the Divine Dragon arriving in her haze.

She widened her eyes in surprise!

The fear in her eyes had never been so intense, not even the primal urge to survive.

But where could she run to

At this moment, the space she was in was a thirty-meter-long icy corridor. At the end of the corridor lay a black hole, and behind it was a heavy iron gate that even artillery shells couldn't blast open.

She had been exhausted for too long, with no energy left in her body.

Shen Yun stared in terror, her eyes wide with fear, fixed on the end of the corridor. Her teeth chattered audibly as a sudden jolt shot through her mind, like lightning striking.

She finally understood.

Why would this corridor be decorated so luxuriously, so smooth and clean

Originally, this was just to make it convenient for Shenlong to capture offerings.

After Shenlong finishes eating the offerings, it can easily wash away the bloodstains on the ground and walls with water.

Bang.

Knock knock.

Fear gave Shen Yun a surge of strength, prompting her to raise her hand and pound on the heavy iron door with all her might. She screamed hoarsely, "Grandpa, Grandpa, let me out! I don't want to die. Grandpa, please, please spare your granddaughter."

She didn't see any surveillance equipment, but she knew for sure that it was installed here.

Her grandfather, who had always treated her like a precious jewel, was watching silently on the screen. He watched in horror as the approaching dragon, ferocious and cruel, tore her to shreds and devoured her.

"Why, why!"

Shen Yun stood up abruptly, raising his head and staring at the empty corner to the left of the door. He hissed, "Who's there"

In extreme fear, her sixth sense was also exceptionally sharp, allowing her to detect that there should be a surveillance device in that place.

Shen Yun's sixth sense was right; there was indeed a surveillance device in that place.

Before the monitor connected to the surveillance equipment, Shen Mingqing stood there, his thin face devoid of any expression. He seemed not to have seen Shen Yun or heard her angry question.

Although Shen Cunmao stood behind him, he saw and heard everything.

Even when facing thousands of people, Shen Cunmao, who could always speak with ease and confidence, now had a pale face and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He was afraid, firstly because he was infected by the fear that Shen Yun brought.

Second, I also heard a faint, terrifying scream coming from the speaker.

He was fifty-three years old this year, but it was the first time he had ever seen the inside of Room Number Seven.

Just as Shen Cun didn't understand why his father had shown him these things.

Shouldn't he have waited until he inherited the position of head of the Shen family in Hancheng, to see these things and know about them

Tick tock.

Just as Shen Yun was collapsing hopelessly against the iron gate inside the monitor, a bead of cold sweat finally trickled down from Shen Cun's chin and landed on the wooden floor with a shrill sound.

Finally, Shen Mingqing spoke. He didn't turn around: "Chen Mo, are you wondering why I let you see what's inside Room No. 7 before you inherit my position"

"Yes, yes, Father. I truly, truly do think that way."

Shen Cunmao immediately bent down and lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse as he replied.

"Because I feel like I might not live for very long."

After a brief silence, Shen Mingqing spoke in a soft voice.

Shen Cunmo's body trembled suddenly, he looked up in surprise: "Father, you can live to be a hundred years old—"

Shen Mingqing raised his hand, interrupting him: "Everyone hopes to live a long and healthy life, even immortality. But since ancient times, how many people have lived to be a hundred years old And who has achieved immortality In fact, we all know that birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws. As long as you are a normal person, you will definitely not escape this natural law."

Shen Cunmao truly lived up to his status as the next head of the Shen family in Hancheng. His intelligence was evident as he immediately discerned the underlying meaning in Shen Mingqing's words.

But he was still somewhat uncertain, and could only cautiously ask: “Father, do you think there are people in this world who defy the laws of nature”

Shen Mingqing seemed to smile faintly, and said lightly: "For thousands of years, the men of the Shen family, haven't they always been out of line with the natural order in that one thing"

Shen Cun was stunned.

I understand immediately.

Shen Mingqing said that the men of the Shen family in that matter, violated the natural laws that should be followed. They were worth inheriting and passing down their lineage. They were much greater than ordinary people, and their kidney function was extraordinarily strong.

To what extent is it formidable

For generations, the women around the men of the Shen family in Hancheng have never betrayed them.

Just like during the Tsarist era, relying on his 28.5 centimeters of "Rasputin", he not only slept with members of the royal family, but also almost every noblewoman in Moscow at the time, captivating and driving them to madness.

But the men of the Shen family were much more low-key than that old man. They never boasted about how powerful their equipment was or how great they were.

The ancestors of the Shen family were nothing more than refugees who fled from the mainland to the south. How could they possibly have won the favor of a princess, creating a powerful family known as the first in Han City, enduring for generations

Isn't this against the laws of nature

"Father, are you saying that the legend of the Shen family's ancestors is true"

Shen Cunmao raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously.

"When I was your age, I had the same doubts."

Shen Mingqing slowly moved aside, looking at his son: "After I become the head of the family, I realize that some things do not conform to the natural order. Cunmao, when you become the head of the family in the future, you can open the safe in my study. And after the third day of the third lunar month each year, you can go to room number seven to clean and see the holy plaque that has been enshrined for a thousand years."

The Shen family had a sacred plaque, which was enshrined next to the black hole in Room 7. Shen Cunmao knew this.

He also knew that in the safe inside his father's study, there were many secrets only the head of the family was entitled to see.

But he didn't know why his father had to make such a big deal about cleaning.

He opened his mouth to ask, but a glance from the corner of his eye caught sight of Shen Yun's face on the monitor - his complexion instantly drained of all color.

He finally understood why his father had solemnly stressed the importance of cleaning.

After the dragon eats Shen Yun, wouldn't its fresh blood splatter all over the corridor

That's the holy land of the Shen family's fortune, of course it can't be stained with blood, they must use a high-pressure water gun or something like that to clean it.

No wonder my father would always go to Room Number 7 after March 3rd every year.

It turns out he went in to clean the restroom.

Every twelve years, on the third day of the third lunar month, a child from the Shen family would be sent in as a sacrifice to the Dragon God.

Similarly, on the third day of the third lunar month every year, the head of the Shen family would go to clean up the pigs, sheep, and other offerings that had been placed inside after the third day of the third lunar month the previous year. These offerings were devoured by the Dragon God and their blood splattered everywhere.

This time, the one about to be eaten by Shenlong is Shen Yun!

Today is not the third day of March, but it must be the "Peace Year" for the Shen family children, a day to honor the divine dragon every month.

Therefore, the dragon hidden in the black hole would arrive as promised today.

"This is fate. Remember, Sun Mo, whatever anyone gains, they must also pay a price for it."

Shen Mingqing walked to his son's side and gently patted his shoulder.

"Yes, father. I will always remember your words."

Shen Cunmao bowed deeply, after bowing to his father he couldn't help but ask: "But my son is foolish and still doesn't understand why, before twelve years are up, we have to come to worship the Shenlong even though it wasn't a huge mistake - I think there's still some credit due to Yun."

Before Shen Mingqing could speak, Shen Cunmo said again: "Is that all it takes Is she just disregarding the interests of the entire Shen family because of love"

Shen Mingqing fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, “I actually support Yun’s love for Duan Shuhou. If it were just this, seeing how much she loves him, even if I wanted to fight for the Shen family’s interests, I wouldn't betray her love. Nor would I lock her up in Room Number Seven.”

"Huh"

Shen Cunmao was greatly surprised, he looked up at his father and hurriedly asked: "Father, what reason led you to be willing to send the only little princess born in our Shen family after nearly a hundred years to appease the Dragon God"

"Well said."

Shen Mingqing suddenly laughed and said, "Before I answer your question, I want to correct a common misconception you all have."

"Please give me instructions, father."

“Yun is not the only woman in Shen's family over the past hundred years.”

"Huh"

Shen Cunmo was surprised again and asked with a wrist-trembling voice, "Is the rumor false Ah, no, I mean, is the rumor wrong In fact, our family, are there other legitimate daughters outside"

Shen Mingqing shook his head. "No."

Shen Cun was completely baffled, he really couldn't understand what his father was trying to say.

Shen Mingqing took a deep breath and slowly said, "I said Yunwei wasn't the only female in the Shen family for the past hundred years because she was the only female among all generations of the Hancheng Shen family who had settled here for over a thousand years."

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