A Man Like None Other Chapter 6749 Throwing Buns to Dogs

A Man Like None Other Chapter 6749 Throwing Buns to Dogs

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David spent three full days immersed in the cave library, searching through piles of bamboo scrolls and animal skins for any words or phrases related to the crack.

Most of the information matched what he had heard from the old man from the underworld.

The rift appeared 10,000 years ago, required sacrifice, and the investigation team never returned.

But on a tattered and mostly insect-eaten roll of animal skin, he saw a passage of text that did not match the rest of the record.

The text was written in extremely ancient demonic script, the characters hurried and fast, as if the author carved out each stroke in a state of extreme fear:

“Of the twelfth group of explorers, seven entered the rift, six were trapped in it forever, and one returned three days later, his soul shattered and his mind completely lost. The person who returned had reversed the flow of Yin energy throughout his body, his meridians were severed, and he could only keep repeating one word.”

The word was traced over and over again, its strokes overlapping until it was almost unrecognizable.

David leaned closer to see and distinguish two characters among the overlapping strokes—

“Seven Nights”.

“Seven Nights?”

David frowned.

He had never heard this name before.

This word was not the name of a member of the Ghost Clan, nor was it the name of a cultivation technique or a known deity.

He read it over and over again, feeling that the two characters had an ancient rhythm that was incompatible with this era.

He made a copy of the entire animal skin scroll, along with the blurry text, then folded it and put it away.

Back inside the cave, he sat under the dark red light and repeatedly read the note written on the beast’s skin.

He considered all the possibilities in his mind. “Seven Nights” could be a name, a codename, or even a self-description of something within the gap.

“Seventh floor, the crack, seven nights”

David muttered to himself, his fingertips tapping on the stone table, “The number seven symbolizes reincarnation and death in Ghost Clan culture. Seven nights seven nights? Or does it signify some kind of cycle related to the number seven?”

He didn’t have the answers yet, but at least he had some direction.

Over the next few days, he began to secretly observe the selection process of the ghost cultivators to be sacrificed.

He discovered that this was not a random selection; The Old Ones of the Underworld will choose one person from the clan every month, and these people all have the common characteristic of “will soon die or suffer serious injuries that are difficult to heal.”