132: Chapter 137

After the jade shroud was stripped off Mr. Iron Mask, he was completely dazed.

"Where am I? What happened?"

He seemed to have no memory of everything that had just happened.

"Uncle Three, didn't you say before that if the jade shroud is taken off halfway, the person inside will turn into a Blood Corpse? Why is he perfectly fine, and his skin is even so fair and clean?"

Wu Xie asked, his face full of confusion.

"The book I read wrote that wearing a jade shroud doesn't truly grant immortality; one must undergo nine molts. This... no, this person has been sleeping in the jade shroud for a full three thousand years."

"Even if he molted once every two hundred years, he must have molted at least fifteen times. So, it's impossible for him to turn into a Blood Corpse. If there were no external interference, he would have no problem living as long as the heavens and earth, shining as long as the sun and moon."

"Unfortunately, his luck is bad; as soon as he got out of the coffin, he ran into those two monsters, Lin Fan and Zhang Qiling."

"Lin Fan even brought his old rival, King Lu Shang, back to life."

"So, whether this old man can continue to live is really a big question."

"Mr. Iron Mask, I have always treated you well. On what grounds do you betray me?"

King Lu Shang took a step forward, his voice as cold as ice shards.

Mr. Iron Mask froze. "King Lu Shang? You... weren't you drugged by me and turned into an Evil Spirit? How are you..."

Just a moment ago, Lin Fan had fed King Lu Shang a small pill, and by now, King Lu Shang had returned to his original appearance.

Handsome, dashing, and elegant; he was the spitting image of a young general.

Of course, this was only temporary. After half an hour, he would turn back into the appearance of an Evil Spirit.

Forever serving as Lin Fan's guardian spirit.

"Have you heard the saying? Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. It is not that there is no retribution, but that the time has not yet come. You have done too many wicked things in your life; it is time to pay your debts."

Having said that, King Lu Shang immediately raised his giant sword and slashed fiercely at Mr. Iron Mask.

Zhang Qiling was very sensible and took a step back.

This was someone else's personal feud; it wasn't appropriate for him to intervene.

Mr. Iron Mask did know some martial arts, but without the help of the jade shroud, how could he be a match for King Lu Shang?

In just a few moves, he was kicked to the ground.

"King Lu Shang, take a good look at what place this is. This is the Lu Wang Palace, your own tomb. These people are all here for you; they want to rob your grave. You should be dealing with them, yet you come after me instead. What kind of logic is that?"

"Have you said enough? If you've said enough, then go to Hell."

King Lu Shang raised his giant sword once more.

He slashed down fiercely at Mr. Iron Mask's head.

But just at this moment, Mr. Iron Mask suddenly pulled something out from a mechanism within the Nine-Headed Snake Cypress.

It was blindingly bright, almost blinding everyone's eyes.

It was none other than the legendary ghost seal.

Mr. Iron Mask kicked King Lu Shang in the stomach.

King Lu Shang retreated several steps before barely managing to steady himself.

Mr. Iron Mask flashed the ghost seal in his hand, and the entire Lu Wang Palace immediately shook as if there were an earthquake.

Dense, black shadows emerged on the tomb walls.

This was the legendary army of ghost soldiers that had borrowed a path.

"Hahahaha!"

Mr. Iron Mask laughed wildly.

"King Lu Shang, have you forgotten what I used to rely on to make a living? What I am truly skilled at has never been Feng Shui layouts, nor calculating mechanisms; it is divination. Three thousand years ago, I had already calculated this move for today."

"That is why I killed so many people in this Ancient Tomb; each one is a grievance-filled soul that died an unnatural death. Today, I will let you all die at the hands of my army of ghost soldiers."

"I want to rule the heavens and earth, to become the Dominator of this world!"

The empty main tomb chamber was crowded everywhere with pitch-black ghost soldiers.

Just taking one look at them was enough to make one's scalp tingle, let alone fighting against them.

King Lu Shang's brows knitted together.

No one present understood the terror of the ghost soldiers better than he did.

Back then, he had only summoned two thousand ghost soldiers, and he slaughtered the hundred thousand elite troops of the Chu State, leaving not a single piece of armor intact.

Now there were only a few of them, and it was impossible to hold out against these ghostly things.

He turned his head to look at Lin Fan, his voice deep: "Master, I will hold off these ghost soldiers; you should retreat first."

"Retreat?"

Mr. Iron Mask laughed again. "Do you think you can still leave? Today, none of the people present will be able to get out alive."

He held the ghost seal high and sternly ordered: "Generals, hear my command! Show no mercy to these people!"

He gritted his teeth and spat out the last three words one by one.

"Yes, show no mercy, show no mercy!"

In the tomb chamber, the response of the ghost soldiers sounded as if it were coming from the depths of the earth.

Everyone felt as if they had fallen into the eighteenth level of Hell, with fear surging over them like a tide.

"Expert Brother! Mute Oil Bottle! Save me!"

Wu Xie's scream suddenly exploded.

Everyone turned to look and saw Wu Xie being tightly grabbed by two black shadows; he was being dragged away, and struggling desperately was useless.

Wu Sanxing and the others were so scared that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Zhang Qiling didn't say a word and gave chase immediately.

Mr. Iron Mask laughed out loud again at this moment.

"How is it? Is this game fun? Don't worry, one by one, none of you will escape."

He continued to manipulate the ghost seal, commanding those ghost soldiers.

"Come on, take them all away! Let them have a good taste of the feeling before death."

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, and he gripped the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder talisman in his palm.

This move was too powerful; once released, the entire Lu Wang Palace would collapse into a pile of ruins in no time.

But now, he had no other choice.

The combat power of these ghost soldiers was truly terrifying; it was likely that only an ultimate trump card like the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder could wipe them all out.

King Lu Shang and the ghost soldiers were locked in a fierce battle.

This guy was incredibly fierce; one person could stand against an army, and even Lin Fan might not be able to beat him. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to unleash a major ultimate move, so if the situation really needed to be cleaned up, Lin Fan would have to do it himself.

"King Lu Shang, you are destined to lose to me in this life. Go to Hell—and you trash, none of you will escape."

Mr. Iron Mask was angered by King Lu Shang's ferocity; he flipped his hand and was about to activate the ghost seal to summon more ghost soldiers.

But the next instant, he froze.

The ghost seal in his hand was gone.

Mr. Iron Mask was completely stunned; even the mask on his face couldn't hide the panic and fear. All his abilities relied on this ghost seal to support them; without it, he was nothing.

"The ghost seal? Where is my ghost seal? Who took it? Give it back immediately!"

This guy was too deep into his role; he truly thought of himself as a prince—no, it should be said that he thought of himself as a sovereign.

The moment he looked up, he saw a woman standing in front of him.

Very beautiful.

Ten times more beautiful than Yao Guang, the greatest beauty of the Lu State.

The woman walked toward him step by step, her body seemingly draped in seven-colored rays of light, so sacred that one dared not approach, let alone offend her.

A thought suddenly flashed through Mr. Iron Mask's mind; his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice was trembling: "You... are you the Queen of Jingjue?"

The era of the Jingjue Kingdom was even earlier than the Warring States period; before the Warring States period had even risen, the Jingjue Kingdom had already vanished into history.

But when Mr. Iron Mask was helping King Lu Shang deal with the Blue-Eyed Fox in the past, he had once seen a portrait of the Queen of Jingjue with his own eyes. The woman in that painting looked exactly like the one in front of him.

He didn't understand—why would the Queen of Jingjue appear here?

Could it be that she, like him, had obtained a method for immortality from the heavens?

"Expert Brother... isn't that Chuchu? What's going on with her? Why is she walking right into the line of fire?"

Not to mention Mr. Iron Mask, everyone else was also dumbfounded.

At this moment, Xiao Chuchu's entire temperament had completely changed.

She was no longer the girl-next-door beauty she used to be; instead, she had turned into a sacred, solemn queen whom no one dared to look directly at.

Except for Lin Fan, no one knew what had happened.

Could it be that Xiao Chuchu was possessed? Had she been possessed by something, causing her to turn into another person?

Lin Fan put away the lightning in his hand and stared at Xiao Chuchu's back with great interest.

He knew that for what was about to happen next, he wouldn't need to take action.

"Your eye is quite sharp; I didn't expect there to be anyone in this world who still remembers me, this Queen."

"But you stole my Imperial Jade Seal; what crime should you be charged with?"

Before the words had even faded, a sharp Aura exploded from her body.

That pressure came crashing down like a tidal wave, pressing so hard that people's knees went weak, wishing they could kneel down and kowtow on the spot.

"Thump—"

Mr. Iron Mask knelt straight down in front of the Queen of Jingjue.

Without the ghost seal in his hand, he was just a fair-faced scholar with a bit of cleverness; how could he withstand such terrifying pressure from the Queen?

Let alone him, even Fatty Wang and Wu Sanxing, whose skills were not weak, couldn't help but want to kneel at this moment.

Lin Fan was quick-witted and fast-handed; he raised his hand and injected a burst of energy into each of their bodies.

After that power surged into their bodies, they barely managed to regain their senses.

"Master Lin, Chuchu, she... what is going on with her? She didn't get possessed by some Evil Spirit, did she?"

Wu Sanxing was considered someone who had seen big scenes, but this situation really made his heart hair stand on end.

It couldn't be explained by science, and it couldn't be explained from a supernatural perspective either. He completely couldn't understand what on earth had happened.

"Don't worry, the current her is the real her."

Lin Fan explained calmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people present not only didn't understand, but were even more confused.

What did "the current her is the real her" mean? Then who was the Xiao Chuchu from before?

Although everyone didn't quite understand, they all felt that Lin Fan was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

He seemed to know everything, yet he refused to say anything more.

He was like an expert living away from the world who had seen through the secrets of heaven but kept his mouth shut, with an air of mystery about him.

Xiao Chuchu slowly extended her right hand.

An intricately crafted, delicate, and translucent jade seal was lying quietly in her palm.

It was the very ghost seal that Mr. Iron Mask had been holding in his hand to stir up trouble.

"Everyone, withdraw."

Xiao Chuchu spoke coldly, her tone devoid of any warmth.

"Yes!"

The ghost soldiers responded in unison.

The next instant, the ghost soldiers that had originally covered the surroundings densely were all gone without a trace.

Fatty Wang slapped his thigh: "Holy crap! Chuchu is really awesome! This ghost seal is indeed not an object of the mortal world!"

He felt that the Xiao Chuchu from just now was simply incredibly cool.

Indeed, having the ghost seal in hand was equivalent to holding the entire world.

Wu Sanxing, however, frowned and fell into deep thought.

Just a moment ago, the ghost seal was clearly still clutched in Mr. Iron Mask's hand; how did it end up in Xiao Chuchu's hand in the blink of an eye?

Moreover, as far as he knew.

Obtaining the ghost seal did not mean one could control it.

To truly become the owner of the ghost seal, one must first make it recognize its master.

Secondly, one must master the incantation for the ghost soldiers to borrow a path.

If one of the two was missing, it wouldn't work.

Wu Sanxing was very clear in his heart: if one didn't have that ability, the ghost seal would at most be a broken stone that looked pleasing and was worth some money.