"Woke up again!? This rat is really tough to beat." Zhang Fan sneered.
If the slap from the Celestial Mother Heart Curse had hit an ordinary demonic ghost, they would have been obliterated in both form and spirit.
But this big black rat was only out for a few minutes, which showed how powerful he was.
"Wait, let go and talk."
Bai Buran raised his hand, gesturing, and walked over.
Black Nightmare, seeing a familiar face, clung to him like a lifeline.
"Brother Bai, this kid..."
"Co over here."
Bai Buran didn't wait for him to finish, hooking an arm around Black Nightmare's shoulder, pulling him aside.
They whispered to each other, occasionally glancing over at Zhang Fan.
"What? He wants to kill my whole family? I don't even have a family for him to kill!"
Suddenly, the black rat let out a low growl, his gaze toward Zhang Fan becoming a bit erratic.
He didn't expect soone so young to have such ruthless thods, truly confirming his own saying:
"When will revenge end, pull out the weeds and burn the roots, so everyone is at peace!"
Bai Buran, with an arm around Black Nightmare's shoulder, seed to be comforting him.
"He also wants to skin and make a wallet?"
Before long, the black rat let out another low growl, his gaze toward Zhang Fan growing increasingly odd.
As a great demon, the look in his eyes seed as if he was looking at a scourge upon the world.
"Alright, it's settled then."
Monts later, Bai Buran patted Black Nightmare's shoulder, stood up slowly, and walked over.
"So, what did he say?" Zhang Fan asked.
"It's settled, he'll follow you for ten years, at your command," Bai Buran grinned, "You can't find a good free henchman like this elsewhere."
"Really!?" Zhang Fan instinctively looked at the now sowhat reserved Black Nightmare, and his interest was piqued.
Honestly, the big black rat's strength was indeed remarkable, more formidable than Liu Xingtui, Liu Xingyu and the two little demons Shi Shougong, Su Shiyu. Even to take him down would require so effort.
Having such a free henchman could just barely make up for the loss of Zhang Beijiang.
The only hesitation Zhang Fan had was the fear of him not being loyal.
"Don't worry, this rat still has his integrity and is quite honest, I can vouch for him on that."
Bai Buran had known the black rat for years, so he naturally had the confidence.
"Additionally, he can give you eight hundred thousand as compensation for tonight's offense."
"Eight hundred thousand?" Zhang Fan's heart fluttered, as money was the thing he lacked the most now.
"Where did he get that much money?"
"In the mortal world, he holds so status, if you agree, the money can be transferred to your account tomorrow," Bai Buran patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder.
"Zhang, this is not a bad deal."
"These days, how much would it cost you to cultivate a demon yourself?" Bai Buran whispered earnestly.
For soone with Black Rat's cultivation level in ancient tis, he could even serve as a guardian beast for certain Daoist sects.
Not to ntion, he was offering an eight hundred thousand compensation.
"Alright then, I suppose, out of respect for you," Zhang Fan said nonchalantly.
"Alright then, let's stay here for tonight; we'll discuss the details tomorrow."
Bai Buran clapped his hands, everyone was happy, and he soon arranged rooms for everyone.
After a night of hassle, Zhang Fan was exhausted, but thinking about the significant sum of eight hundred thousand soon to appear in his account, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Imdiately, he opened SuperChat, found Hong San, and sent him a ssage.
"Brother Hong, is that ginseng plant still available?"
"Interested, brother?"
Hong San almost replied instantly; he wasn't asleep at this ti either.
"Can you hold it for ? I'll get the money over in the next couple of days."
"Haha, of course, brother, it's reserved for you."
Hong San replied with a laughing emoji.
"Done!"
Zhang Fan put down his phone, and with the Fire Character Sticker and the addition of ginseng, he should see a significant boost in his strength.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan lay down on the soft bed and quickly fell asleep.
...
"True feelings are as vast as the prairie, no wind or rain can tear them apart..."
"There's always a ti when the clouds clear, and the sun rises, illuminating you and ..."
The lodious music echoed from the ancient Jue Miaoguan, accompanied by the sounds of insects and birds in the mountains.
Rumble...
Under the eternal night, endless lights and shadows flickered, becoming clearer in the depths of the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.
In front of Jue Miaoguan, twelve-year-old Zhang Fan stood like a living dead, his eyes hollow, devoid of life.
"Living Dead... Living Dead... Once passed down by the Ancestral Master from Zhongnan Mountain, the Living Dead Technique deeply embodies the mysterious Taoist arts..."
A haunting voice echoed from the ancient temple, filled with peculiar amusent.
"Body like a withered tree, heart like dead ashes... Zhuangzi once said this is the state closest to the Dao... Alas, it's easy to enter death from life, but difficult to return to life from death..."
As the words fell, a bell tolled, resonating from Jue Miaoguan, shaking the Deserted Mountain.
"Zhang Lingzong, you should know, your son is an anomaly. Throughout history, no one in the sa generation has ever mastered any of the Nine Great Inner Elixirs."
"Let alone, he's also dabbling with the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate..."
At this ntion, the voice from Jue Miaoguan beca a bit colder.
"He has already found a path to his doom."
"That's why I ca to find you."
Before Zhang Fan stood a lean figure, protecting him, with eyes weathered by wind and frost, filled with determination.
"Mr. Nian, as the Vice Sect Leader of the Wuwei Sect, you should know the intricacy of the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate."
At these words, Jue Miaoguan fell into silence. After a long pause, the voice spoke again.
"Zhang Lingzong, you faked your death under Dragon Tiger Mountain to avoid a tribulation, and everyone thinks you're dead..."
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