Upon hearing the cry of "Father," Nan Yuanman and the others, who were supporting each other, stared in astonishment at the flying zombie head in front of Zhang Juan.
Nan Yichen muttered to himself, "Could I be hallucinating from excessive blood loss?"
Otherwise, how could we hear the senior calling the flying zombie's head "Dad"?
Qi Chuhan leaned against him, swallowing hard. "To be honest, I heard it too."
Zhong Xueliu seemed to realize something, and a look of shock appeared on her face.
Zhang Juan was completely oblivious to the changes in their expressions. She stared blankly at the flying, stiff head, took two steps forward, and although she was already dead and had become a soul, she felt her legs were incredibly weak.
Zhang Juan staggered and fell to the ground, kneeling in front of the flying zombie's head. She reached out her trembling fingertips to touch it, but stopped at the last moment.
Zhang Juan had faced flying zombies before, but back then, flying zombies had bluish-purple skin and disheveled hair, so their features were not clearly visible unless you looked closely.
Now that the bluish-purple color on the skin of the flying zombie, which has evolved into a half-step unyielding bone, has faded and its skin has returned to its pale appearance, and when its head flew off, its long hair was cut off by the sword energy, naturally revealing its previously hidden facial features.
She should have thought of that sooner.
I should have thought of that earlier.
Father ruined the enemy's plans and caused them such a great loss, so how could they let him off so easily?
They're so vicious, so incredibly vicious!
If Father were to regain his senses and discover that he had been harming the ordinary people he had desperately protected all these years, then he…
Zhang Juan trembled all over, and her gaze, which had been fixed on the flying zombie's head, was momentarily dazed. In those few seconds, she seemed to be thinking a lot, or perhaps she was thinking nothing at all; she just stared blankly.
In a daze, she seemed to see a tall, shimmering blue figure floating above the flying zombie's head. He smiled at her and patted her head hard with his large hand, just like when they were children: "Good girl, you did very well."
He said, "Ajuan, you are your father's pride."
“Father…” Zhang Juan subconsciously reached out to grab him, but the figure disappeared as quickly as a bubble.
The flying zombie head in front of her also quickly rotted, gradually turning into a pile of sand.
"Sister Juan!" A clear, sweet voice rang in Zhang Juan's ears. Nan Yuanman came running over with her short legs, looking at Zhang Juan with concern and helplessness: "You, them, what happened? Why are you all..."
The little girl's eyes were a little red, and she stammered, "Am I...am I too late...?"
Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai also came over, supporting each other: "Seniors, you..."
"You little brat." Zhang Juan forced herself to cheer up and gave Nan Yuanman a pale smile, gently comforting her, "It's not your fault, it's our destiny from the very beginning."
"It's also the choice of our entire village."
“Yes, yes, we’ve been locked up here for a hundred years, I’m all covered in hair!” The little boy who always called Zhang Juan “mother” bounced up and said to Nan Yuanman with a smile, “Now we can finally be reincarnated.”
Grandma Lin stepped forward and gently patted Nan Yuan's round, fluffy little head: "Thank you so much, little sister. You've been working so hard to protect us. You've really worked so hard."
Grandma Lin looked at Zhong Xueliu and the others, and bowed slightly to them: "Thank you all too."
Nan Yuanman's face turned bright red as she stammered, trying to say something: "But...but..."
Grandpa once told her, "It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death!"
“There’s no ‘buts’.” Zhang Juan flicked Nan Yuanman’s forehead with her finger. “I’ve lived for almost a hundred years, I’m an old monster, and I’ve lived enough.”
As soon as Zhang Juan finished speaking, a bronze gate appeared at the entrance of Panlong Village.
She seemed to sense something and turned around to look at Nan Yuanman, then smiled and said, "Alright, I'm leaving now, little rascal. I left you a gift at home."
"You have some too." Zhang Juan looked at Zhong Xueliu and the others, and said with a smile, "Thank you for risking your lives to protect Panlong Village."
The gate opened, and the underworld messengers appeared at the entrance. They nodded slightly to Nan Yuanman in greeting and then began to guide the ghosts of the villagers of Panlong Village into the underworld.
Nan Yuanman stood still, her little eyes a little red, looking at Zhang Juan with a hint of reluctance. She waved her little hand and said, "Sister Juan, don't worry, I will burn paper money for you."
Zhang Juan laughed: "Then thank you very much. Oh, and remember to make me some sugar, I love sweets."
She raised an eyebrow: "I'm a ghost now, ghosts don't get cavities, so it's okay for me to eat lots of sugar, right?"
Nanmanyuan nodded emphatically: "Burn! Burn lots and lots!"
"And those people from R country, no matter how much time passes or how many years pass, they will never give up their wicked intentions and covet our country's dragon vein. You little brat, you need to be careful."
As for revenge, Zhang Juan isn't that despicable as to impose her hatred on Yuanman, if she still has a chance to reincarnate...
She will take revenge herself.
Zhang Juan was the last to enter the Gates of Hell. Before going in, she glanced down at the small pile of sand formed from the head of the flying zombie, reached out, grabbed a handful, wrapped it with her ghostly power, and strode toward the Gates of Hell.
The zombie is neither within the Six Paths nor within the Five Elements.
In other words, if a creature is frozen in place, it is truly dead and will not have the chance to be reincarnated.
She no longer has a father.
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After the villagers of Panlong Village left, the surroundings became quiet again, and the houses in Panlong Village looked even more dilapidated.
"Thump!"
"Nan Yichen!" Qi Chuhan broke the silence first. She struggled to support the suddenly collapsed Nan Yichen and cried out in alarm, "Don't die!"
Nan Yuanman rushed over to check on him. He saw that Nan Yichen's eyes were closed, his lips were purplish-black, his body temperature was rising rapidly, his body was convulsing, and the fingernails on his hands hanging down at his sides were growing longer and gradually turning bluish-purple.
"Not good!" Zhuang Hetai's expression changed upon seeing this: "The corpse poison in his body has flared up!"
"Quickly, quickly!" Nan Yuanman was so anxious he almost jumped up: "Take him to Sister Juan's house quickly, she should still have something to remove the corpse poison!"
She had just dealt with one zombie and didn't want another one to appear!
Not to mention that Nan Yichen has cultivated an indestructible body; what if he turned into a zombie...?
That body's hardness is comparable to that of unyielding bone.
Ignoring his broken hand, Zhuang Hetai stepped forward to carry Nan Yichen on his back, but Old Master Nan couldn't stand it and pushed him away, saying, "I'll do it."
He grabbed Nan Yichen and, guided by Nan Yuanman, sped toward Zhang Juan's residence. They happened to run into Tan Yufan, who had sensed something was wrong, entered the formation to investigate, and was now running out in a panic to find Zhuang Hetai.
"Team leader!" Tan Yufan's eyes lit up. Before he could even speak about the situation in Panlong Village, Old Master Nan shoved Nan Yichen into his arms.
"You've come at the right time. His corpse poison has flared up. Quickly, take him to Zhang Juan's house."
Tan Yufan froze for a few seconds, then quickly carried Nan Yichen away.
They had just arrived at Zhang Juan's home when a group of people from Nanmanyuan, who were not unfamiliar with each other, arrived outside Panlong Village.
The members of the 908 Greedy Wolf Group, who came to support Zhong Xueliu, stared in astonishment at the pile of human bones covering the ground before them, speechless for a moment: "How...how can there be so many human bones..."
“These people have a heavy evil aura on their bones.” A middle-aged man dressed in gray cloth had an extremely solemn expression: “It seems that the Yao Guang Group is in grave danger.”
"Alright, it would be best if we could find someone from the Yaoguang Group. If not, don't forget the purpose of our trip."
Miao Shaohua's expression was indifferent, but his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Panlong Village: "This time, we must bring back the remaining dragon vein power!"
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