Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

After the explosion from the shadow hand, Lin Fan's eyes went dark and he fell into a pitch-black place.

After a long while, some color appeared in the dark environment.

It was a beam of light.

Shining down from the endless sky, it illuminated a small mountain village not far away.

It is also this beam of light that divides the pure black environment into heights and distinguishes the ground from the sky.

Lin Fan couldn't see his hand in front of him, but he didn't feel scared. Because of the strange shadow, he was in the dark, not only did he not feel uneasy, but he felt like a fish in water.

Behind him, followed Yiqiqi and the old man, they were also in this strange space.

"Don't worry, reach forward and grab my clothes."

Under the influence of the strange shadow, even though Lin Fan couldn't see them, he knew the location of Yi Qiqi and the old man.

They both breathed a sigh of relief when they heard his voice.

In a completely dark environment, knowing nothing is the most frustrating thing.

The two men reached out and grabbed.

Lin Fan frowned, "Don't grab my crotch."

Yiqiqi was reluctant, but still did as he was told.

The old man's hands were hanging in the air, sweating profusely.

No, sister, if you do this, if I catch the wrong person, our brotherhood will be ruined.

Lin Fan fixed his gaze on the beam of light in front of him, took a few steps, and took a closer look.

On the small hill village, there is a flag, and under the flag is a dragon throne several meters long, which is big enough for a person to lie down on and sleep.

On the dragon throne was a half-transparent, old and frail figure.

The edges of his body would dissipate from time to time, but after a while, they would gather back together.

Without any reference, it took me a long time to finally get close to the dragon throne.

The figure raised his head slowly with difficulty, staring at Lin Fan with empty eyes.

At this sight, Lin Fan paused, the darkness in front of him was no longer complete, but because of the light from above, the outlines of the surroundings were faintly illuminated.

It was dark, but I could just about see it.

Apart from the flat road under your feet, on both sides are destroyed Buddha statues, some broken into several pieces, or simply missing half.

The scene was almost exactly the same as Yujinggang.

It's just missing those attics, missing those floating things.

This place is more like a real ruin.

The dragon throne stood on top of this pile of ruins.

This is the mural I saw at Jiuyou Snake's Toe... a similar scene.

The former is a painting, while the latter is more like being involved in the event.

Lin Fan looked at the ruins in front of him, his mind going blank with horror.

Only Guiying was cursing, "It hurts so much! Damn it, it hurts so much, my hand feels like it's really exploded, who the hell did this, stand up for me!"

It was also its voice that made Lin Fan quickly recover from his shock, and then he continued to move forward.

Yi Qiqi and the old man were stunned on the spot. Lin Fan moved for a moment before coming back to his senses.

"Master, what does this pile of stone statues mean?"

"The Buddha was destroyed."

The old man muttered in a low voice.

The figure on the hill village seemed to understand what the old man said. He glanced at him, but soon his eyes returned to Lin Fan.

"You did all this."

Lin Fan spoke, and the figure nodded slowly.

He opened his mouth slightly, his throat hoarse and silent, and after a while, he said:

"You...are the new emperor...Is my Fengzhou Kingdom...dead?"

"I am not the emperor, but as you said, this country will definitely perish."

"This...ah..."

The figure became weaker, as if he was still holding on because of some belief, but was shaken when he heard the news that his belief had collapsed.

"What does the emperor mean? Why is Guiyi afraid of the emperor?"

The figure was silent for a moment, "Have you forgotten, world?"

"Well, it should have been erased."

"Heh...driving the tiger backfired."

The figure smiled bitterly. After years of silence, his brain was gradually starting to work.

Before, even speaking was extremely difficult.

Without waiting for Lin Fan to ask, he said as if recalling something:

"Strange, no pursuit, no destruction of the path... no destruction of the city."

Lin Fan had many questions in his mind, but he suppressed them, staring at the figure and listening to it continue talking.

He spoke very slowly, with a long pause between each sentence.

"Strange... is my most important discovery. Previously, we called it..."

"A lonely soul in the underworld."

Having said this, the figure became visibly excited.

"The only way for lonely souls to be qualified and advance further is by appearing in people's dreams and terrorizing the people, but they will never be able to reincarnate."

"But one time, I discovered... as long as I sent it to a death row prisoner, it could become a knife that no one could stop."

Hearing this, Lin Fan's pupils sometimes dilated and sometimes shrank, his breathing became rapid, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Weird... just intimidating at first.

Yes, because it is weird, there is no chance to come to the human world.

Even... with their clumsy brains, they probably can't imagine that killing people can improve their strength.

No...the strength at that time was gained by killing people?

Lin Fan felt something was wrong.

At this time, the ghost is either born with a certain strength, or has to rely on the underworld money to absorb it bit by bit.

Humans are merely their food, and there is no possibility of improving their strength.

Lin Fan kept these questions deep in his heart and listened quietly.

"So, I collected all the lonely souls in the folks, and with the help of death row prisoners, I will make them become the swords of the Zhou Kingdom."

At this point, he paused, and then...

The whole body exudes the aura of a king!

Even Lin Fan was afraid to look directly at it.

But an extremely dim shadow flashed on his body, and the aura dissipated again.

"Not enough... Far from enough. There are less than 10,000 soldiers like this. It's not enough..."

When he said this, he became a little emotional, which was why he inexplicably exuded the aura of a king.

"So, I mobilized all my forces, and finally, I found the underworld where lonely souls were in the Buddhist pilgrimage site in the west."

"I brought 50,000 men, 50,000 troops, and opened the underworld in Fengzhou. In just one night... I had an army of 50,000 unstoppable men!"

Because of his narration, the surrounding scene suddenly changed from a pile of ruins to a ground full of corpses.

Are those 50,000 death row prisoners?

You don’t need to think about it to know that it is definitely not.

No matter how strict the laws were at the time, it was impossible to have 50,000 death row prisoners.

From this moment on, things have changed.

The figure in front of him suddenly said proudly:

"Fifty thousand is still not enough. At that time, there were bandits in the mountains and thieves in the rivers. Walking for dozens of miles was a country. I called Zhou a country... but it was just a city!"

His eyes sparkled, "But... we have a limited number of people. The 50,000 troops are all the elite troops I have in the Zhou Kingdom. I can't trust more than that."

"So I was thinking...what if each ghost killed more than one person? Do you think so too?"

He tried hard to seek recognition, but all he got was Lin Fan's cold gaze.

"So I used the excuse of suppressing bandits and killing thieves, war... I used 100,000 people... but the knife looked like that."

"But I know this method is definitely feasible."

“Then the first broken path appeared.”

"The price is... a hundred people."

You tell me, if a knife could be sharpened so that it could destroy a city with a single strike, how many “death row prisoners” would have to die?

He smiled and answered himself:

"One hundred thousand people."

"With only 100,000 people, we can possess a peerless weapon that can destroy a city. I serve the Zhou Kingdom..."

“Daxing!”