Some fought desperately, while others fled in panic.
But none of it worked against Jiang Sanzu.
Those who flee in panic are the ones who die the fastest.
All that they managed to resist was to live a few more breaths.
One by one, the Lin family members fell down, turning into cold and horrifying mummies.
Lin Buhuan trembled violently as he watched the scene unfold before him.
It wasn't fear, but anger.
Just the day before yesterday, his grandfather patted his head and praised him for his progress.
Just two days ago, we were all sitting together, laughing and joking.
Just the day before yesterday, my older brother said he would bring back some good things for himself during this trip down the mountain.
It was the day before yesterday...
Lin Buhuan's fingers were clenched tightly, and the bluish-white color at his knuckles was somewhat frightening.
Her lips were bitten and blood dripped down, staining her white clothes with red spots.
Wukong carefully observed everything recorded in the recording stone.
But even until the very end, Wukong never saw through Jiang Sanzu's method of killing.
Perhaps it is a demonic art.
Moreover, judging from Jiang Sanzu's appearance, he has probably already fallen into demonic possession.
We must find him quickly, otherwise more people will die in Zhongzhou, and more families or sects will be destroyed.
Moreover, he seemed to become stronger every time he inhaled blood energy.
The more people he takes drugs from, the more troublesome it becomes.
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!" Lin Buhuan's eyes were bloodshot, and two lines of bloody tears hung on his pale face, a shocking sight.
"If you want to kill him for revenge, then listen to me," Wukong said, stopping Lin Buhuan.
"Senior, I am willing to give everything to help me avenge myself." Lin Buhuan knelt down in front of Wukong with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.
In just a few strokes, a large gash appeared on his forehead, and blood gushed out.
Wukong raised his little paw to stop Lin Buhuan's bleeding.
"I just said, if you want revenge, listen to me. Now, stand up." Wukong stood on a rock and said calmly.
"Yes, senior." Lin Buhuan stood up as instructed.
"Wipe away your tears," Wukong said again.
"Yes." Lin Buhuan raised his arm without hesitation and wiped away his tears forcefully, making his eyes even redder.
"I'll take you to a safe place first," Wukong said.
“Senior, I want to follow you. I want to take revenge myself,” Lin Buhuan said hurriedly.
“You’ll only be a burden if you follow me.” Wukong glanced at Lin Buhuan and said disdainfully, “Gathering Sea Realm, too weak.”
Lin Buhuan's face turned red from being choked, and he stammered while scratching his head.
Wukong, with his two little paws behind his back, asked, "I have another question."
"Please speak, senior," Lin Buhuan said hastily, bowing slightly.
"Since the Lin family has a secret method to save people, why don't they save those with higher cultivation levels? I've heard that the eldest grandson of the Lin family is an exceptionally talented individual," Wukong asked.
"At that time, the Supreme Elder and my grandfather had already exhausted their spiritual energy, and only I was at a lower cultivation level..."
As Lin Buhuan spoke, he closed his eyes in anguish.
He would rather have saved his older brother and sister instead.
Because his older brothers and sisters are all more capable, responsible, and resilient than him.
Wukong nodded, understanding dawning on his mind.
Then he flew up to Lin Buhuan, grabbed Lin Buhuan by the collar with one claw, and said, "Let's go."
"Where are we going..."
Before he could finish speaking, the scene before Lin Buhuan's eyes had completely changed.
He only felt dizzy for a moment.
"Senior, this is..." Lin Buhuan looked at the exquisite little courtyard in front of him, and the two characters "Fan She" on the gate plaque were written very well.
"Is this where you live?" Lin Buhuan asked.
"Yes." Wukong nodded: "This is the courtyard where my master lives, and I live here too."
"Master, Master..." Lin Buhuan stared wide-eyed in surprise.
A powerful expert at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step immortal realm, a powerful expert who was just one step away from entering the immortal realm, actually has a master.
How powerful must its owner be?
"Now, should I... should I pay my respects to the master of the senior?" Lin Buhuan asked, stammering.
"You're not qualified." Wukong said, grabbing Lin Buhuan by the back of the neck again and flying directly towards the hidden place.
The palm teleportation talisman can only teleport a single person, while the collar's location teleportation allows for the free transport of others.
Its collar was positioned at the entrance of the courtyard.
Before going to the hidden place, Wukong had already informed Niu Shanming and the others by telepathy.
Coincidentally, they were already there.
When Wukong arrived at the hidden place, Niu Shanming and his group greeted him. Seeing Lin Buhuan being carried in its paws, they asked, "This is...?"
"Lin Buhuan, the youngest grandson of the Lin family." Yun Yue glanced at him and said, "This is... a survivor?"
"Clan Chief Yun..." Lin Buhuan hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Could this be the Yun family's residence?"
Could that Senior Wukong be the spirit pet of the Yun family?
"No, no." Yun Yue hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This is the Star Moon Sect."
"Star Moon Sect?" Lin Buhuan frowned, he had never heard of it.
“You grew up in the Central Continent, and this is the Southern Wilderness Continent, so it’s understandable that you don’t know this,” Tang Qian said.
"Clan Chief Tang..." Lin Buhuan's eyes widened again: "No, no, you just said, where is this? Southern Wilderness Continent?"
“Yes, Xingyue Sect of Tianhen Mountain in the Southern Wilderness.” Tang Qian nodded.
"This, how is this possible?" Lin Buhuan couldn't help but shout in a shrill voice.
From Central Continent to Southern Wilderness Continent, the distance is more than ten thousand miles.
How could we have arrived in the blink of an eye?
"You've seen it with your own eyes and experienced it firsthand, so what's impossible?" Wukong scoffed, "We have our own secret treasures."
“But, but even a top-grade instant teleportation talisman can’t do that,” Lin Buhuan said, pursing his lips.
"How many years have you lived? What have you seen?" Yun Yue sighed.
“Since you are a survivor of the Lin family massacre, then let me ask you, who was the perpetrator?” Niu Shanming stepped forward and asked urgently.
“Jiang Sanzu,” Wukong replied.
“What? Jiang Laosan? That’s impossible.” Niu Shanming frowned. “I clearly killed him that day.”
"Perhaps they used some secret method to survive," Wukong said. "The Lin family has a recording stone that perfectly records everything that happened that day."
"So, does this prove that Big Brother is innocent?" Niu Zihua asked excitedly.
“Yes.” Wukong nodded. “I have replicated it. However… Jiang Sanzu’s condition is a bit off; it seems like he has fallen into demonic possession.”
As he spoke, Wukong waved his little paw, and the events that had happened at the Lin family that day appeared before everyone's eyes.
Lin Buhuan silently turned his back.
He really didn't want to, and couldn't bear to, watch it a second time.
Those were all his closest relatives.
He now only hopes that Wukong and the others can capture Jiang Sanzu as soon as possible.
Even if he doesn't get to execute them himself, he'll still cut off a piece of his own flesh to vent his anger.
Such a scoundrel deserves to be torn to pieces and trampled by thousands.
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