“My Lin family and the Jiang family are related by marriage and have frequent exchanges. I am Lin Buhuan, the youngest grandson of the Lin family, so of course I recognize him,” Lin Buhuan said resentfully.
"Do you have any evidence?" Wukong asked, frowning.
"Evidence? Aren't I the evidence? What more evidence do you need?"
“Words are no proof. What if others say you were deceived or bribed?” Wukong retorted.
"They were all from my Lin family, a total of 705 lives," Lin Buhuan said excitedly.
"Don't get excited, calm down," Wukong said.
"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?" Lin Buhuan's eyes were bloodshot, as if they were filled with blood: "My family is all dead, all dead."
He loved his grandparents, parents, siblings, and uncles and aunts...
They're all dead.
Even his pet white dog died.
"If you think yelling and shouting will get you revenge, then keep yelling and shouting," Wukong said, turning to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Lin Buhuan immediately chased after him and asked.
"Where I go is none of your business," Wukong raised an eyebrow and asked calmly.
“I have other evidence,” Lin Buhuan said.
"What evidence?" Wukong asked.
"But you have to promise me one thing." Lin Buhuan mustered his courage and stared straight at Wukong.
"You want to negotiate with me?" Wukong asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I know why you’ve come.” Lin Buhuan took a deep breath and said, “You have some connection with that Tai Chi master, don’t you?”
As a direct descendant of the Lin family, he knew a lot of things.
Before the Lin family was wiped out, he had heard his grandfather and the elders discuss the annihilation of the Jiang family and other minor sects.
They also mentioned Shanming, the ancestor of the Tai Chi Shenluo clan.
There's also the matter of the Jiang family's commemorative stone.
At that time, my grandfather discussed with the elders that they must find this survivor of the Jiang family.
After identifying the murderer, the entire clan mobilized to avenge the Jiang family.
How ridiculous!
My grandfather truly considered the Jiang family as in-laws and was always thinking about avenging them, but the Jiang family wiped out his entire Lin family.
The entire family!
They didn't even spare a dog!
Thinking of this, Lin Buhuan's eyes turned even more bloodshot, as if they could drip blood at any moment.
You beast! You're a real beast!
No, that's not right, he's not even as good as an animal!
"That's good." Wukong nodded and said, "What do you want me to agree to?"
"I want Jiang Sanzu dead." Lin Buhuan clenched his fingers, biting his lips until they were bloody, with drops of blood rolling down his face.
"If it weren't for me, you would be dead," Wukong said calmly.
"I don't care about this life. If you want it, senior, you can take it anytime. I only have one condition: I want Jiang Sanzu dead."
If he could, he would also want Jiang Sanzu to die from having all his flesh and blood drained, and then he would whip his corpse.
Finally, they skinned Jiang Sanzu and used the skin to build a wall on the long street, letting thousands of people trample on it.
The bones were fed to the wild dogs in the mountains.
"Okay." Wukong nodded. "I promise you."
“Jiang Sanzu is at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step immortal realm, just one step away from entering the immortal realm.” Lin Buhuan looked at Wukong with suspicion.
"If you don't trust me, why did you bring up this condition?" Wukong glanced at Lin Buhuan: "Are you playing me for a fool?"
"Please calm down, senior," Lin Buhuan quickly said. "I just wanted to remind you."
"So what if you're at the peak of the ninth level? It's like you're saying everyone else is the same." Wukong smiled faintly: "I am the true invincible one below the immortal level!"
"Under the immortals, invincible..." Lin Buhuan stared wide-eyed and murmured repeatedly.
"Don't believe me?" Wukong snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura swept towards Lin Buhuan.
"Indeed, it is indeed the peak of the ninth level..." Lin Buhuan could barely stand at this moment, and was pressed to the ground, but he was very happy.
"You believe me now?" Wukong's aura subdued as he looked at Lin Buhuan. "Now, you can present the evidence, right?"
"Please come with me, senior," Lin Buhuan said respectfully as he got up.
"Mm." Wukong nodded and followed behind Lin Buhuan.
The road leading to the Lin family's house is quite interesting; it twists and turns like a maze.
We walked for about fifteen minutes.
Lin Buhuan stopped.
Before them stood a massive stone wall, blocking their path.
Is it another secret location?
Wukong squinted and sensed the space, but there was no spatial overlap.
“Senior, this is a closely guarded secret of my Lin family,” Lin Buhuan said, taking a deep breath.
Moreover, only direct descendants or elders knew about it.
Wukong did not answer, but waited quietly for him to finish his sentence.
“This is a memory stone,” Lin Buhuan said.
"A memory stone?" Wukong looked it over and then closed his eyes to sense it carefully. It was just an ordinary big rock.
And isn't this too big?
Are there such large photo stones?
“Yes, a memory stone.” Lin Buhuan nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes: “This was left by the Lin family’s ancestors.”
"How could you record something in such a remote place?" Wukong asked again.
“Yes.” Lin Buhuan nodded: “This recording stone can record the actions of the entire clan, and even in the secret place.”
"So powerful!" Wukong exclaimed in surprise.
"As long as you're in the Lin family, even if you're just an ant, you can't escape this recording stone," Lin Buhuan said with absolute certainty.
"How can I check?" Wukong asked.
"Please wait a moment, senior." Lin Buhuan took out a dagger and made a cut in his palm.
Fresh blood gushed out instantly.
Lin Buhuan raised his hand and aimed at a corner of the recording stone, dripping his blood into a groove there.
Fresh blood is absorbed instantly upon being dripped in.
About a minute later, Lin Buhuan's face turned pale.
The photo-recording stone reacted.
The images flashed by rapidly, and even with his Fiery Eyes of Truth, Wukong couldn't see them clearly for a moment.
Lin Buhuan calmly stood up straight and used his own blood to write the time of the massacre of his family on the memorial stone.
Then his hands formed a complex mudra.
The next second, a scene appeared.
In the scene, Jiang Sanzu is dressed in a snow-white robe, but his eyes are frighteningly red, with no black pupils or whites visible.
Jiang Sanzu stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, looking down at everyone in the Lin family, indifferent, ruthless, and bloodthirsty.
An elder of the Lin family stepped forward to inquire, but before he could finish speaking, Jiang Sanzu made his move.
Wukong couldn't see clearly what Jiang Sanzu did.
All that could be seen was that the elder of the Lin family suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes filled with terror, and his flesh and blood gradually dissipated, leaving him shriveled.
Finally, a cloud of blood-red gas was inhaled into Jiang Sanzu's body.
The elder, on the other hand, had turned into a dried-up corpse.
The Lin family was in an uproar. Some disciples, unafraid of death, questioned the elder in a stern voice, but their fate was the same as that of the elder.
Immediately, the Lin family was thrown into chaos.
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