In the thick fog, Lin Fan closely followed those paper cranes emitting a golden light.
He had traveled a distance of more than ten miles.
Finally, as the dense fog gradually dissipated, he arrived at the front of a hillside.
Before his eyes were steles covering the entire hillside, the final resting place of all the deceased from both families over thousands of years.
The entire hillside looked quite eerie, not to ntion the countless burial mounds.
Arriving here in the dead of night indeed sent chills down one’s spine.
"This is where our ancestral graves are located, with the tomb in the center belonging to the first generation Tomb Guardian of the Sealing Demon Array, and the rest are the ancestors of both families!"
The third elder, who had hurried over, quickly pointed to the monuntal tomb in the center that resembled a fortress, and explained.
However, at this mont, a figure was kneeling there, incessantly bumping his head against the ground.
"There’s sothing wrong with this person!"
Observing the frail figure, who continued to bow his head to the ground.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, surveying the bizarre scene.
Clearly, the murderous intent near the tomb was even stronger, chilling even him to the bone, let alone an ordinary person.
Under such intense pressure, the fact that he could still kneel there and bow his head as though crushing garlic was clearly very problematic.
Lin Fan guessed blindly that all of this was probably related to him.
"It’s Zhou Dequan... Zhou Fusheng’s simple-minded son!"
The third elder recognized him at a glance, the one kneeling there was indeed Zhou Dequan.
In his thirties, he had the mind of a ten-year-old child, but he was not violent.
The actions before them were indeed puzzling.
"How could soone of unsound mind be kneeling here?"
Lin Fan squinted doubtfully, and although hundreds of ters away, he could still see very clearly.
Zhou Dequan was lightly dressed, kneeling in front of the ancestral grave, mindlessly bumping his head.
Even though his forehead was already a bloody ss, he showed no sign of stopping.
This caused a large pool of fresh blood to flow onto the ground.
At the sa ti, he muttered to himself, faintly you could hear the words "father has co back."
"Sothing’s not right, this murderous intent is clearly being triggered by him, we can’t let him continue bumping his head, or else the golden corpse will be out for sure."
Lin Fan extended a hand, quickly condensing several blood needles from his fingertip.
Spinning at high speeds, these were among Lin Fan’s most potent weapons.
From a hundred ters away, they could kill soone invisibly.
"Don’t kill him... I will bring him back!"
Sensing Lin Fan’s intent to kill, the third elder hurriedly intervened, shouting loudly.
After all, Zhou Dequan’s grandfather had been the previous Family Head, and during the Sealing Demon Array battle twenty years ago, he should have died on the spot, but it was his grandfather who saved his life, so over the years, the third elder had always felt indebted to them.
"It’s very dangerous, he could go berserk at any mont!"
Lin Fan frowned, feeling that getting close to Zhou Dequan right now was an extrely unwise choice.
"I’ll give it a try... even if it costs my life... it would be in repaynt of the life I owe them!"
The third elder bit his lip and swiftly dashed towards Zhou Dequan, crossing a few hundred ters in re seconds.
"Dad... please co back... Dad... co back..."
Just as the third elder reached Zhou Dequan’s side, he finally comprehended the words he was repeating.
This inevitably made his heart tighten.
Zhou Fusheng, even with his myriad of sins, was exceptionally affectionate towards his son.
"Dequan, why are you here, co with quickly!"
The third elder reached out to grab Zhou Dequan’s wrist, hoping to forcefully pull him away.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Dequan swung his hand, and an overpoweringly fierce gust surged forth, blowing him a hundred ters back.
"Pu!"
The severely injured third elder spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
He could never have imagined that Zhou Dequan would possess such formidable strength.
But looking again towards the ancestral tomb, Zhou Dequan had already stood up.
The flesh on his forehead was a blurry ss, and his gaze beca exceedingly ferocious.
A strong power also began to rapidly condense behind him.
"He’s already possessed by the demon. There’s no saving him!"
Looking at Zhou Dequan, Lin Fan couldn’t help but knit his brows tightly.
Although he was innocent, he had been invaded by the power of the Golden Corpse, and had succumbed to demonization.
If he were not killed, who knew how many more would die. Therefore, Lin Fan could only steel himself to deliver the killing blow.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..."
With a wave of his hand, the condensed blood needles shot out a hundred ters.
In just an instant, Zhou Dequan was pierced by the blood needles.
He fell to the ground as if struck by a heavy blow.
His eyes wide open, filled with endless unwillingness and despair.
"Huff!"
As Zhou Dequan died, the thick, viscous fog around began to quickly dissipate.
The pungent stench of blood also vanished without a trace.
"Dequan!"
Seeing this, the Third Elder could not help but burst into tears as he scrambled to his feet.
But as he prepared to go and collect Zhou Dequan’s body, Lin Fan stopped him.
"Don’t go over... the real mastermind has just shown up!"
Lin Fan had already noticed that the murderous intent had not completely disappeared; instead, it was rapidly integrating into his own body.
At the sa ti, an even more powerful and surging force burst forth frantically from within the tomb.
As Lin Fan shouted, Zhou Dequan actually stood up stiffly.
His body moved without any breakage, transitioning from lying flat to standing, akin to a zombie.
And his previously dull and foolish expression had long since disappeared.
With a ferocious face, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Mr. Wang, it’s you! It really is you!"
While speaking, Zhou Dequan didn’t forget to touch the wound on his body pierced by the blood needles.
He put the fresh blood into his mouth and licked it.
"Golden Corpse, having not seen you for thousands of years, you’re still so bloodthirsty!"
Lin Fan furrowed his brows, locking eyes with the Golden Corpse.
At this mont, it was truly hard to distinguish friend from foe.
"Back then, they couldn’t defeat Laozi, so they tied up in this suffocating place. I knew that Mr. Wang would definitely co back for !"
The Golden Corpse’s ferocious laughter echoed, "Mr. Wang, quickly use your Xuanyuan Sword to break this damn seal, and let’s rule the world again. I have been thinking about our past glory every single day for thousands of years!"
"Golden Corpse, there’s no need to coax , I haven’t found the Xuanyuan Sword yet," Lin Fan said with a cold smile, sensing that this creature was restless.
If he were to draw the Xuanyuan Sword right now, the Golden Corpse would undoubtedly kneel and submit to him.
So, he was just testing him a mont ago.
"You haven’t found the Xuanyuan Sword?"
The Zhou Dequan whose body was possessed by the Golden Corpse tilted his head, looking at Lin Fan.
His eyes were filled with a complex and cruel light.
"That’s right, I haven’t found it, so right now, are we friends or enemies?"
With a wave of his hand, Lin Fan grasped the blood-red greatsword in his hand.
It seed this naturally rebellious being was prone to choosing a path of no return.
"Enemy... friend... neither counts!"
After a long silence, the Golden Corpse finally spoke, but the murderous intent in his eyes only grew stronger.
The ferocious smile gradually faded, and it was clear he was getting serious.
"I’ve been trapped for thousands of years, and I’m really bored. Mr. Wang, join for a good stretch. I miss the old you!"
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