He opened his mouth, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.
Tell him the truth?
Tell him that the path to immortality has been cut off and the way to heaven has been destroyed?
Tell him that his cultivation may have been in the wrong direction from the beginning?
This is too cruel.
Even he himself needs time to digest this shocking secret, let alone Chu Ming, who has a relatively simple mind?
Isn’t the reason why the founder of the mountain wanted to cover up the truth because he was afraid that the Taoist hearts of future generations of monks would be broken?
Although he focuses on completing the system's tasks, what is the end...
Ye Feng took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart. With a flash of spiritual power, the leather scroll turned into ashes.
He tried hard to force out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Nothing."
"It's just some records left by our ancestors...well, there are records about this forbidden land."
"It is recorded that this forbidden land has been contaminated by demonic energy...We have to be careful."
He avoided the easy matter and chose to hide it.
Chu Ming looked at Ye Feng, his eyes full of suspicion.
Records of forbidden areas?
Can Ye Feng's face become so ugly and his reaction so violent?
If you say this, only a ghost will believe it!
But he looked at Ye Feng who clearly didn't want to say more, and knew that there would be no results if he continued to ask.
"Then...what should we do now?" He regretted not getting the leather roll immediately.
Chu Ming looked away from Ye Feng and looked at the empty coffin, the skeleton inside, and the split grave next to it, and felt a headache.
The ancestor’s grave has been dug and the coffin has been opened. We can’t just throw it away now, right?
Ye Feng was silent for a moment, and his eyes fell on the skeleton again.
"Let's restore the ancestor's coffin to its original state."
"No matter what, there must be an explanation for disturbing the ancestor's sleep."
After learning the truth, he only had deep admiration and...sympathy for this founder.
Chu Ming nodded without objection.
The two of them worked together to lift the heavy coffin lid again and carefully put it back on the coffin.
"Bang."
A muffled sound separated the inside and outside.
Then they started to fill the hole again with the soil that had been blown away by the sword energy...
After doing all this, both of them were covered in dust and their spiritual energy was consumed a lot.
Chu Ming was in a complicated mood.
"Junior Brother Ye, we..."
Ye Feng interrupted him, his tone unquestionable.
"Keep moving forward."
Ye Feng gave the order, and the two set off again, flying towards the depths of the cemetery with their swords.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker.
The previous grave was already weird enough.
The deeper you go now, the stronger the smell of death in the air becomes, making you breathless.
"Junior brother Ye, be careful." Chu Ming reminded in a low voice, while spiritual power slowly circulated in his body.
Ye Feng did not speak, but nodded slightly.
He could feel that there was something more ominous hidden deep in the cemetery.
The two of them walked several dozen feet further.
Suddenly, Chu Ming flew down.
His eyes widened and there was a look of disbelief on his face.
Ye Feng noticed Chu Ming's strangeness, stopped and followed Chu Ming's gaze.
Deep in the gray mist, a rickety figure was slowly sitting on the ground.
The figure turned its back to them, motionless, like a sculpture.
Chu Ming's heart was pounding, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into his heart.
"That's..."
Chu Ming rubbed his eyes and confirmed again.
The figure slowly turned its head.
A familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in his sight.
Chu Ming took a deep breath and blurted out.
"Senior Brother Qian Sheng?"
That face is clearly that of Tianji Sect's inner disciple, Qian Sheng.
It’s just that at this moment, Qian Sheng doesn’t have half of the high spirits of the past?
His face was ferocious, his appearance was haggard, his eye sockets were sunken and covered with bloodshot eyes.
The originally neat robes became tattered and stained with filth.
Qian Sheng ignored Chu Ming’s call, his eyes were empty and dull.
He repeated an action mechanically.
Digging the grave.
His hands dug the grave soil on the ground again and again.
The gaps between the nails were filled with black dirt and dried blood.
The soil splashed and landed on his face and body, but he didn't notice it.
"Senior Brother Qian Sheng... what are you doing?" Chu Ming shouted.
Qian Sheng still didn't react at all, just digging at the grave mechanically.
His movements are getting faster and faster, more and more crazy.
As if possessed.
Ye Feng stared at Qian Sheng with solemn eyes.
He could feel that Qian Sheng was exuding a deathly aura at this moment.
It doesn’t look like a living person.
More like a... corpse.
Qian Sheng's skin showed an iron-blue color, dry and stiff, like tree bark.
On his neck and the back of his hands, you can even see dots of corpse spots.
"Be careful." Ye Feng shouted, signaling Chu Ming to pay attention.
The two approached slowly.
I want to find out what Qian Sheng is doing.
As they approached the tomb.
"Crack."
The grave soil suddenly exploded.
A withered palm suddenly stretched out from the grave.
The next thing is a rotten head.
The head was disheveled, unrecognizable, its facial features were twisted into a ball, and it exuded a foul odor.
"Roar——!"
A tall corpse slowly climbed out of the grave.
The corpse was more than two meters tall, and its skin was gray-white.
It has no pupils, no whites of the eyes, just a hollow.
"Roar!"
The corpse roared again and rushed towards the two of them.
Extremely fast.
Bringing a smelly wind.
Chu Ming’s expression changed and he instinctively swung his sword to meet him.
"Red!"
The spirit sword struck the corpse hard.
However, the next second, something strange happened.
The spirit sword seemed to have cut into the mud, soft and without any focus.
A cold breath came along the sword, making Chu Ming freeze up.
"Not good!"
Chu Ming wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but it was too late.
The corpse’s hand has firmly grasped Chu Ming’s shoulder.
"Hiss-"
The clothes on Chu Ming's shoulders were torn apart instantly, revealing bloody wounds.
The severe pain made Chu Ming pale.
At this time.
A sword light containing the power of terrifying thunder pierced the void.
"Chi"
The sword light struck the corpse.
No obstacles at all.
It’s like cutting through tofu.
The seemingly powerful corpse instantly turned into a blood mist under the light of the sword.
Chu Ming stared blankly at everything in front of him. The power contained in the sword just now exceeded his imagination.
That is definitely not a power that ordinary monks in the foundation building stage can possess.
"Can you still hold on?" Ye Feng glanced at the injury on Chu Ming's shoulder.
"Small injury, nothing to worry about." Chu Ming's eyes turned to the rickety figure again.
Qian Sheng.
He was still digging the grave mechanically.