The flas began to appear, spreading without leaving any area untouched, quickly rising from all directions.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, I will go kill him, and then we will leave," Yin ng said.
"Let’s go."
Li Zhiyuan turned and directly ran outside.
*Yin ng was a bit puzzled, wouldn’t it seem foolish not to kill soone?*
*Moreover, although the fire had started, it wasn’t yet extrely urgent. There was still ti to kill soone and then run away.*
Tan Wenbin had already caught up, and seeing this, Yin ng took one last glance at Mao Chang’an sitting there, then followed them out.
"Heh heh..."
Mao Chang’an let out a laugh as he watched the three leaving silhouettes. Looking at the flas rising around him, his face showed loneliness.
He reached out and took out a book with a white cover and a black bottom from his bosom.
Looking down at the book’s cover, resentnt appeared in his eyes. He knew that if it weren’t for this book, he and his son would still be living a peaceful life, preserving their family heritage, maintaining peace, preventing Corpses from harming the world, and not disgracing their ancestors.
*It was its appearance that changed everything; it was all its fault.*
But quickly, greed and attachnt appeared in Mao Chang’an’s eyes. He loved this book, loved it to the core.
*Hearing the Tao in the morning, one can die in the evening; how could an ordinary corpse recovery diver find true deep ancestral teachings? It was this book that showed him the real wonders; this world could indeed hold such possibilities.*
"Zhushan, my good son, my good disciple, you must feel the sa as I do."
"What is the loss of life in exchange for seeing the scenery of that world?"
"We simply failed; we didn’t succeed. Throughout history, how many have actually succeeded?"
"Father and son, we ultimately saw more than others, more than our ancestors..."
The cold wind blew, lifting the first page, which was blank.
Mao Chang’an froze, quickly flipping open to the second page, blank, then the third, blank—continuing to flip, all blank!
*The book was real; he rembered the texture of the paper. But the thods for refining the yin-yang Corpse, the needle doll corpse control techniques, everything recorded on it—where did they go?*
"No, no, no, no!!!"
Mao Chang’an frantically flipped through the pages. He could accept failure, accept his own son as the price of failure, but he couldn’t accept that this was all just a scam from beginning to end!
*The yin-yang Corpse refining thod it provided was never real; this book had mocked him and his son, reduced father and son to re playthings of the book!*
"It can’t be like this, can’t be like this, please, please, let the words co out, let the words co out, even if they’re wrong, even if they’re false, please, just give so words, give so words..."
Suddenly, the headless Zhao Junfeng slowly stood up inside the hall.
Mao Chang’an heard the movent and turned to look.
Zhao Junfeng’s clothes fell off, and much of the flesh on his chest, previously sliced by red thread, had also fallen off. Yet, within the bloody ss, a woman’s face slowly squird.
It was Qiu Minmin’s face.
The headless Zhao Junfeng approached Mao Chang’an, reaching out and grabbing Mao Chang’an’s head, applying continuous pressure.
"Ahhh..."
"Bang!"
His head exploded, red and white matter splattering everywhere.
Zhao Junfeng bent down to pick up the book with the white cover and black bottom. It was originally splattered with filth, but it vanished in an instant, as if absorbed.
The woman’s face on his chest opened her mouth, and the book was caught within.
All around Zhao Junfeng, a puddle of mud appeared, surrounding him, and before the fire engulfed this area, he moved along the ground and out.
Escaping the scorching sea of fire, leaving the General Temple, he made straight for the nearest river, like a fish regaining freedom about to return to the water.
However, as the fish swam, the glow of the fire from the General Temple below remained clear.
Finally, the fish stopped.
The mud slowly receded, and Zhao Junfeng glanced around; the woman’s eyes on his chest kept watching.
He was entrapped.
"Heh heh heh."
Tan Wenbin slowly stood up, holding the Seven-star Hook in his left hand and the Luo Sheng Umbrella in his right.
*In an ergency, using the Yellow River Shovel was most suitable, but when coordinating effectively and bringing all the necessary equipnt, one must clearly define their role.*
Beside them, Yin ng held a Yellow River Shovel. With Run Sheng absent, she took the lead.
"Heh heh hahaha..."
Tan Wenbin couldn’t stop laughing.
Yin ng couldn’t help but glance at him, saying, "You laugh just like a villain in a TV show."
Tan Wenbin suppressed his laughter, licking his lips, "Don’t say that, feeling like a villain is actually quite enjoyable."
Pausing, Tan Wenbin asked, "Brother Xiao Yuan, how did you guess there was a bonus question?"
Li Zhiyuan sat on a stone, calmly saying,
"There wasn’t a bonus question, just an incomplete score, missed a face."
Then, the youth propped his elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his palm,
"Don’t delay, take care of it before the firelight attracts people."
Tan Wenbin gestured to Yin ng with his mouth: See, who really looks like the villain.
Yin ng didn’t argue back.
The two mumbled, "Three-three to live, four-four to the universe, two-eight to ask the trigrams, three-nine to connect..."
Li Zhiyuan couldn’t help raising his hand to cover his eyes, *this scene was like morizing the multiplication table for an exam, too stupid to watch.*
Tan Wenbin’s Seven-star Hook extended out, hooking towards Zhao Junfeng, who tried to dodge, but sohow, while retreating, he quickly moved forward instead, being caught by the hook.
Yin ng stepped forward, delivering a heavy shovel strike.
When Zhao Junfeng realized and tried to resist, Tan Wenbin opened the umbrella, blocking all the splattering mud.
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