Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 835 - 757: The Great Opportunity of the Crane That Doesn’t Dance

Chapter 835: Chapter 757: The Great Opportunity of the Crane That Doesn’t Dance

"Child, you’ve finally come."

Just as Crane That Doesn’t Dance was venting the anger in his heart, an old voice arose from the void.

"Who’s there? Who’s playing tricks with spirits and ghosts?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance was shocked, and he tried to cover the panic stirring within him with a roar as he scanned his surroundings, yet found no trace of an NPC.

"No need to search, I have long been dead for many years, and afraid not even my bones can be found now. At present, only a lingering wisp of my soul remains in this world."

The aged voice was filled with the vicissitudes of time, casting an incredibly desolate atmosphere over the place.

"Whoever you are, stop with the sorrow, the cycle of life and death spares no one! Better to die early and get reincarnated, to struggle once more in the mortal world!"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance, not believing in curses, looked left and right trying to understand which nook could possibly hide a person.

"The cycle of life and death? Heh, I, a sinner abandoned by the gods, where would I find the chance to prove the cycle’s truth? Enough, let it be..."

A deep sigh echoed through the space, provoking an involuntary sigh from the listener.

"Hey there, since you’re already dead, do you have any last words? Spill them out, and I’ll help you fulfill them!"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance wasn’t one for niceties nor had the time to listen to an NPC’s tragic history, and as for hardship, who could have it worse than him? Girlfriend ran off, quest messed up, hard-earned levels lost, back to the beginning—all his grievances, who could he turn to?

MMP!!!

"You child, are quite straightforward, your temperament, not much different from mine back in the day!"

This voice, far from being annoyed, seemed to appreciate Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s candidness, expressing great satisfaction in his words.

"Child, do you know where you are?"

"Inheritance Land! If it weren’t for the inheritance here, why would I come to this godforsaken place!"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance was clearly impatient at this point, as he directed the Golden Stone Giant to continue the exploration, while at the same time dealing with the ghost that dared not show its face.

"Are you brave or downright foolish? Knowing this is Inheritance Land, yet daring to barge in? If you trigger the forbidden restrictions, not even ten lives would be enough to pay for the intrusion!"

"Damn, really?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance immediately put on the brakes, his face filled with fear as he glanced at the unknown terrain ahead. He had thought that with the Golden Stone Giant as a scapegoat, his chances of survival would be higher in this area, but considering the old man’s words, the dangers of Inheritance Land might be far greater than he’d imagined!

"Child, it takes more than bravery to succeed; one needs a combination of wisdom and courage to go further."

The voice began to gently and persuasively guide Crane That Doesn’t Dance, clearly holding him in high regard, otherwise there would be no advice.

Unfortunately, with Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s prideful nature, such pedagogic words were hardly absorbed; in his own words, as someone on the Heavenly List, did he really need instruction?!

Crane That Doesn’t Dance did not respond, his brow furrowed as he examined the path beneath his feet, sensing an invisible danger waiting for him to fall into. He thought to himself that maybe the old man had a point, and since this way was impassable, then...

"Eh?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance let out a light exclamation upon discovering numerous rock outcroppings on a side cliff wall, a bright idea sparked in his mind, "Got it!"

Next, he ordered the Golden Stone Giant at his feet toward the cliff, and once close, he leaped up, grabbed onto an outcrop, withdrew his pet, then continued climbing up the cliff face. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Hehe, the youth shows promise!"

After saying this, the old voice fell silent as if it had never appeared, leaving only the grunting sounds of Crane That Doesn’t Dance climbing the rocks.

After a while.

Crane That Doesn’t Dance, exerting all his strength, finally leaped onto a platform.

This platform was very strange, suspended in mid-air with no support below. Crane That Doesn’t Dance sneakily glanced down and saw an abyss thousands of feet deep, pitch-black; if he were to fall by accident, all he could do was respawn in Imperial City.

"That was close, lucky I didn’t choose to go that way!"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance felt dizzy for a moment and quickly ran to the middle of the platform, where he was surprised to find a small heap of stones piled up like a little hill, looking very odd.

"Child, you’ve done well."

Suddenly, that ancient voice that had vanished rang out again, startling Crane That Doesn’t Dance, who was on high alert.

"This is the tomb I built for myself during my lifetime. Although it’s humble, it’s a final resting place after death."

"You... you’re saying this is a tomb?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance showed a disgusted expression, as if the filthy tomb had dirtied his eyes, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Child, there’s no need to be afraid. This tomb, it is merely my Tomb of Clothes and Hats, which contains no remains of mine. It was built in remembrance of my departed soul."

The voice that appeared out of nowhere was soft, as if reminiscing about the past, but the scene didn’t last long. After a long sigh, the voice continued, "Child, are you willing to accept my inheritance?"

"Eh? This inheritance task, was it you who posted it?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s eyes lit up, finally realizing the inheritance task scroll he had fortuitously obtained was from this old fellow!

"Indeed."

"So, how can I receive your inheritance?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance couldn’t wait to ask, having busied himself for so long—wasn’t it all for the sake of an inheritance?

"Kneel down, and perform the ritual of three bows and nine kowtows!"

The ancient voice grew very serious, "Child, this is the ritual before receiving the inheritance. If you can’t do it, then please leave."

"Tch, what’s so hard about that, it’s not like I’ll lose a piece of flesh over it!"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance rather boldly completed the ritual, swiftly got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and eagerly asked, "So, Master, how can I obtain your inheritance?"

"My dear apprentice, there’s no need to rush. Enter the Tomb of Clothes and Hats, activate the sealing array, and I’ll merge this remnant soul with you. As long as you succeed in the fusion, the inheritance is naturally yours."

The voice paused for a moment before continuing, "However, once the sealing array is triggered, you can only leave after completing the inheritance. If you fail, you will perish!"

"Why do I feel like I’ve been tricked?"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance looked suspiciously at the stone tomb, weighed the pros and cons, but in the end, the temptation of the inheritance prevailed. Stabilizing his spirit, he strode toward the opening in the stone tomb, constantly psyching himself up, "If I die, I die, I can always come back to life, it’s not like it’s my first time dying anyway!"

"Boom!"

The moment Crane That Doesn’t Dance sat down, the stone tomb began to shake violently. With a thunderous crash, the stone tomb exploded, scattering rocks everywhere and revealing the sealing array inside.

"Array, arise!"

That ancient voice sounded as soon as it finished speaking, the array beneath Crane That Doesn’t Dance emitted a greyish light, turning into chains that bound him tightly, making him unable to move.

"Damn it, this inheritance is way too sinister!"

Crane That Doesn’t Dance grumbled irritably and then shouted into the void, "Master, I’m ready, bring it on!"

"Bang!"

A grey stream of energy descended from the sky onto Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s head, covering his skull as if donning a grey hat. The energy turned into fine needles, drilling into the top of his head.

Crane That Doesn’t Dance instantly felt as if his head had split open, his eyes gradually reddening, temples throbbing, even his hair standing on end, the unbearable pain making him roar, as if only this could expel the heart-piercing agony!

The inheritance had officially begun!

However, at that very moment, an unexpected scene occurred.

A ray of light enveloped the body of Crane That Doesn’t Dance, cutting off the restraining sealing chains and forcibly removing him from the spot.

"Whoosh!"

The light flashed and disappeared, and Crane That Doesn’t Dance appeared on the Arena of Life and Death with a dazed expression. Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, whom he loathed, was smiling at him.