"Hehehe! Your father is really tenacious! Six years have passed and he's still not quite dead..."

Achilles's series of light laughs sent chills down Qin Mo's spine, because Achilles's voice was no longer gentle, no longer majestic, and no longer even cold, but was full of treachery and cunning.

At this moment, Qin Mo was not far from the platform. He looked up and clearly saw the mocking expression on the face of the humanoid figure.

“Little one, you didn’t come here to find your mother... you came here for my treasure just like them, didn’t you?”

Qin Mo was speechless and dumbfounded!

"You're all liars! I lost my body for you... How did you repay me?" Achilles' platinum hair flew wildly as he roared with a ferocious expression.

"I'm not dead yet... and you're already fighting endlessly over the new throne. If I didn't have some means to protect myself, I'd probably be obliterated by the stars!"

"When I need a perfect body... even my most loyal subordinates... are unwilling to sacrifice themselves for their emperor... hahahaha!"

Achilles laughed maniacally, "I devoured the lives of those little people, making them all fear me, so fearful that... their entire tribe left Oslo... What a bunch of cowards!"

"But... I'm still too kind... I actually believed them and helped them move the World Tree... and then waited for them to cultivate a perfect body for me..."

"Six hundred years... six hundred years... Waaaaaah..."

Achilles's shadow began to weep, its expression exactly like a real person's, except that no tears flowed.

While Achilles was crying with his head down, Qin Mo quickly rushed to Qin Lan's side, grabbed him, and ran backward.

"Splash!"

A pile of skeletons lay scattered on the ground, and Qin Mo almost collapsed to the ground!

Looking at the half-corpse in her hand, Qin Mo couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Qin Lan's body looked intact, but it was actually decomposed beyond recognition. His entire body below the chest had turned into ashes as Qin Mo had pulled it.

"Don't be sad, Xiao Mo. I'm so happy to see you today. It's been six years, and I... have missed you so much!" Qin Lan's consciousness entered Qin Mo's mind again.

Qin Mo's face had become stiff, with only her eyes still showing some life.

"I...I'm cured. Allen will soon become a Saint-level being. Our leader is very wealthy now. I've married two...three...five wives, two of whom are already pregnant..." Qin Mo didn't dare to look Qin Lan in the eye, so he could only lower his head and speak the truth incoherently.

As Qin Mo continued her rambling, Qin Lan's eyes became increasingly bright.

"Xiao Mo...you've changed..."

Qin Mo was startled and stopped talking.

"You used to be quiet... always hiding in your room by yourself... Now... it's so great... It's okay if a man's boasting goes wrong, the problem is if you don't dare to boast at all..."

"Everything I said is true..."

"Alright, Xiao Mo, as long as you're feeling better, that's all that matters. Don't force yourself to do anything else... I don't have time for that anymore. Listen carefully to what I have to say."

"Achilles' true form should be beneath that platform, but even the two of us might not be able to break through it, so we need to find someone to help us!"

"There are other people here?" Qin Mo exclaimed in surprise.

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