Ning Fan could see the powerlessness on the face of the "old monster".
But after he made this promise, the other party's hope was rekindled.
Ning Fan's ability to break through his illusion made him realize that he had lost the capital to negotiate with Ning Fan.
[Ten Thousand Souls Level] is just the "packaging" he gave himself.
He never possessed the strength of the [Ten Thousand Souls Level].
Of course, being able to create such an illusion that can deceive everyone is also a manifestation of strength.
If Ning Fan had not completely merged with Wuxiang, he would probably not be able to see through all this.
By now, Ning Fan had some understanding of why Li Tiandao was so crazy.
As he got to know Li Tiandao better and better, he finally realized the loneliness that was so powerful that it was unmatched.
For Li Tiandao, everything is up to him.
After reaching that level, living is no longer the purpose.
He wanted more challenges.
If there are no enemies, create them.
fortunately.
Ning Fan's life is different from Li Tiandao's.
There are so many people he cherishes along the way he has walked.
He doesn't want to prove how strong he is.
He just wants the people around him to be healthy, happy and joyful.
As long as he can achieve this goal, Ning Fan will do his best.
Now, he was waiting for the answer from the "old monster".
Just like Li Tiandao's attitude.
If the other party is willing to cooperate, Ning Fan doesn't mind bringing more people up.
But if the other party makes another choice...
Then Ning Fan also has an attitude towards another option.
"Come with me."
The "old monster" turned around and walked into the village with Ning Fan.
Ning Fan didn't hesitate and followed slowly.
"Will you really take us back?"
"Old Monster" asked softly as he walked.
Ning Fan said calmly, "As long as we don't cause trouble for each other, there's no need for me to lie to you."
"Um."
The "old monster" nodded thoughtfully.
When Ning Fan passed by the villagers, they all took a few steps back at the same time, as if Ning Fan was a monster in their eyes.
"Are they all members of the Li family?"
Ning Fan asked curiously.
"I guess so."
The "old monster" smiled bitterly: "Even if it wasn't once, it is now."
Ning Fan could probably understand what he meant.
When the family split up, this branch of their bloodline should have taken away some of the people who depended on them.
Since then, these people have stayed here and multiplied.
Over time, everyone here has the blood of the Li family.
Soon, the "old monster" brought Ning Fan to a wooden house.
Inside, was Jian Wuchou's somewhat dilapidated coffin.
"My ancestor's coffin is in another place."
What the "old monster" was talking about should be Li Tiandao's coffin.
"Give him a proper burial."
The "old monster" was stunned for a moment.
In his opinion, the coffin of Li's ancestor should be the most important of the keys.
But Ning Fan didn't seem to have any interest in the coffin.
"I want to be alone here for a while."
Ning Fan said softly.
Although the "old monster" was full of doubts, he did not say much, but quietly left the room.
Ning Fan let out a long breath.
Looking at the coffin, his mind was filled with thoughts.
He still remembered the first time he came into contact with Jian Wuchou.
"Jian Wuchou, long time no see."
Ning Fan walked to the front of the coffin, muttering to himself.
"At that time, I was as ignorant as an idiot."
Ning Fan smiled.
"If it weren't for you, I would have been nearly killed by the captain of the [Hunting Group]."
"You taught me how to wield a sword."
"Most importantly, you taught me how to survive."
"You gave me confidence and allowed me to see the true swordsmanship."
"I've always wondered what I would be like without you."
"Did I die in the wild a long time ago?"
"I don't really have anything to miss about that time."
"But I miss you so much."
As he spoke, Ning Fan placed his hand on the coffin.
"Master."
"I'm here to see you off for the last time."
The moment Ning Fan's hand touched the coffin, a familiar yet long-lost voice appeared in Ning Fan's mind.
"You...have grown up."
The moment this voice appeared, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned red without any warning.
"Boy, after learning my swordsmanship, you must not lose from now on."
"Don't ruin the reputation of Wuchou Sword..."
"As for you, I have done you a favor."
"But for me..."
"Aren't you my last hope in this world..."
The voice in my head grew smaller and smaller.
In the end, Ning Fan could no longer hear clearly.
Ning Fan knew that by this time, each remnant soul had very little consciousness left.
There wasn't even a chance for dialogue.
So, he did not interrupt Jian Wuchou.
He just wanted to quietly listen to Jian Wuchou's last voice in this world.
Jian Wuchou's remaining soul completely dissipated.
Ning Fan could also feel that his understanding of the Wuchou Sword had increased a bit.
Jian Wuchou did not teach him the complete sword skills at the beginning.
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