Yun Yan's brows furrowed more and more.

The yin energy on the iron sheet was as thick as ink. He glanced at it, which stirred up the most unbearable memories deep in his mind.

Yun Yan looked away, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Young Master, don't you feel anything holding it?"

"No, what did you see?"

Lin Xi put the sheet metal back and examined it carefully. "Apart from being a bit dark, it doesn't seem to have anything special about it."

Yun Yan didn't speak; what happened when he was a child was too embarrassing.

Jiang Yuanyuan exclaimed, "Boss, I just saw myself surrounded by a bunch of corpses. My dad is forcing me to learn the art of corpse driving. I can't sleep until I've dealt with three hundred corpses."

She couldn't help but tremble. "This is really terrifying. I don't want to be in the same room as three hundred corpses."

Lin Xi understood.

The eerie aura emanating from the iron sheet can amplify inner fears; this thing is extremely strange.

Cai Wen decided to test the use of the iron sheet, so she took the sheet and walked towards the person on the ground.

"Since you recognize this thing, then feel its aura."

Cai Wen kept shrinking back, "No, don't come any closer!"

The closer the fragments got to him, the more frightened he became, as if an adult were standing right in front of him.

At this moment, the fear reached its peak.

Cai Wen began to ramble incoherently, "Fragments, fragments of the sacred artifact, hahaha... I've finally found the fragments of the sacred artifact... hahaha... My lord will surely..."

The laughter suddenly stopped, and Cai Wen foamed at the mouth and fell straight to the ground.

Yun Yan was slightly taken aback, stepped forward to check his breathing, and his expression became serious.

"Grandmaster, he's dead."