"I promise, this is the last time, okay?"
"I don't believe it."
"Really, I swear!" Ji Huaichuan raised his hand.
Zhang Qiling glanced at him indifferently, his eyes full of disbelief.
Seeing this, Ji Huaichuan had no choice but to shut up in disappointment. It wouldn't delay anything anyway, at worst he could think of other ways.
The two entered the first floor of the Zhang family's ancient building.
There are a lot of strong alkalis inside the first layer. These strong alkalis will corrode the skin as soon as they touch it. They are used to restrain the Miluo here.
It didn't take much effort to pass the first level. Ji Huaichuan sighed for the fifth time, wondering why he didn't knock Zhang Qiling unconscious!
On the second floor of the ancient building, there were many iron racks, all covered with iron figurines. The figurines were arranged according to the Fuxi Bagua, and many ancient and obscure symbols were written on the beams.
Inside these iron figurines are clones created by the Zhang family using jade veins. These clones have extremely strong destructive power, so they are all sealed inside the iron figurines. Their main purpose is to complete some difficult tasks for the Zhang family.
Ji Huaichuan and Zhang Qiling looked at each other. If they were not in a hurry to stop Shen Tingsi, they would have destroyed these things that should not exist in the world.
Without further delay, they quickly went up to the fifth floor. They walked lightly and observed the movements around them vigilantly.
This place is different from the thousands of coffins on the fourth floor. The fifth floor is used to make clones. It is also the most dangerous floor in the entire Zhang family ancient building. The clones are sealed in the jade veins on this floor, and there are six soul bells nearby. When the bells ring, they will lose their minds and be killed.
“Cruel and ruthless…”
Ji Huaichuan murmured softly, and when he turned around, he found that Zhang Qiling was staring at him without blinking, as if he did not agree with what he said.
Ji Huaichuan immediately knew what this person was thinking, and quickly smiled and added: "Except for Qi Ling baby, you are the kindest person!"
Zhang Qiling then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and Ji Huaichuan sighed helplessly.
The two men were very skilled and did not touch the strings with bells hanging on them, which were as dense as hair, nor did they alarm the clones sealed in the jade veins. They stepped onto the sixth floor of the Zhang family's ancient building very lightly.
The sixth floor was particularly empty, with only a coffin placed in the middle. Inside the coffin was one of the Zhang family's oldest ancestors.
If the coffin were opened now, Ji Huaichuan might still recognize the person lying inside.
"Is immortality... really so fascinating?"
Ji Huaichuan stared at the old coffin in a daze. Everything in front of him inevitably reminded him of some old things. For more than 3,000 years, he seemed to have never figured out the meaning of his life.
All the people he knew were getting old and dying, but he remained unchanged, like a monster... No, a monster. Which ordinary person could live as long as he did?
Ji Huaichuan moved lightly towards the coffin, stroked the patterns on it with his hand, and slowly pushed it open.
Look, he really knew the people inside.
King Kang of Zhou, his father.
After so many years, he was still as if asleep. Although he was lying in the coffin with his eyes closed, his imperial majesty had not diminished in the slightest.
[This is the father who loves you the most...]
Ji Huaichuan trembled slightly, he heard a voice.
Don't you want to resurrect him?
His eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with tears. Ji Huaichuan nodded cautiously.
[People in other worlds are not governed by destiny. Their actions against heaven bring disaster upon themselves, and the consequences fall upon their loved ones. If the disaster is eliminated... then the cause and effect can be reversed, returning to the beginning.]
"In another world...eliminating the disaster? I am the disaster that has no destiny. Eliminating me will make everything return to the starting point...and the dead will come back to life?"
[Yes! As long as you die, everything will end and everyone will be resurrected. Don’t you want your father, your brother, and all the people who died because of your karma to be resurrected?]
The voice sounded a bit crazy, and Ji Huaichuan seemed to be in a state of confusion.
A dagger as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly appeared in Ji Huaichuan's hand. Black fog enveloped him from the sky and swallowed him in an instant. Zhang Qiling was blocked outside. The black fog wanted to stop Zhang Qiling, but even if he cut off the black gold ancient knife, he could not shake the black fog at all.
The voice sounded again.
[Use your blood to sacrifice to the gods and ghosts, and your soul will be redeemed. The gods and ghosts will forgive you and fulfill your wishes...]
The dagger gradually approached the neck, but stopped when it was about to touch it.
Ji Huaichuan lowered his eyes and curled his lips silently, "You need my flesh and blood to help you recover your vitality, so as to activate the treasure on the seventh floor of the ancient building that can bring people back to life."
"Chen Tingsi, I do have some grudges about what happened over the years, but my mental strength is not that bad. How could I let you be confused by these broken bells and iron blocks and a few words? I'm really getting more confused as I get older."
With a backhand, the dagger turned into a bone fan and slashed towards the sky. The black fog dissipated instantly. Shen Tingsi was now at the end of his strength due to activating the jade veins. Naturally, he could not withstand the fan and had to hide temporarily.
The black fog dissipated, and Zhang Qiling stood there with red eyes, holding the ancient knife, staring at Ji Huaichuan. His hands, which were usually steady, were shaking at this moment, and there was a crack on the blade of the black gold ancient knife.
Ji Huaichuan looked at Zhang Qiling, grinned, his nose felt sore and a tear fell.
He is not the disaster, nor does he have any karma. The original purpose of his soul traveling to another world is to ensure that the person in front of him will always be well.
His father, brothers and close relatives were all killed in a conspiracy by another tribe. He wiped out that tribe and settled the matter, then sealed himself off and fell into a deep sleep. Everything was settled 3,000 years ago.
Unfortunately, Shen Tingsi's obsession was too strong, and he had a crazy idea of resurrecting his brother, but ended up killing himself.
The glory of the past is gone. No matter whether it is the feared imperial teacher or the favored little prince, in this era, they are nothing but anecdotes buried in the earth, depressed and silent.
Everything should have a result.
"Let's go and end this."
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