"This..." Although the old man couldn't see my head, he could still see my movements clearly. When I took out the jade token, his eyes lit up instantly.

He only knew that this jade tablet gave him a strange feeling. The frightening breath of death made his heart tremble after practicing it for many years.

"The key to death." I weighed it, and injected my spiritual power into the token. The token struck the black mist with a cold light, as if the actual black mist retreated instantly. The token was mixed with the power of an army,

He rushed into the center of the black mist without any explanation.

The black mist immediately began to shake violently. The jade token has a very strong adsorption force and has the same attribute as the black mist. There is a huge gap between the two. The black mist barely resisted and was sucked in by the jade token.

The density of the black mist became lighter and thinner, and the sizzling sound could not be heard. The old man came up curiously and said, "This thing of yours is an artifact."

"It's a ghost weapon." I sighed and pulled my head out of the coffin.

"...No wonder it has such a strong aura of death." The old man said to himself.

"This is the key to the land of death. Only when the breath of death is not heavy can there be ghosts." I said, staring straight ahead.

I don't know much about the function of the jade plaque, and I'm also afraid that it will explode suddenly. Then I'll be worried about grandpa's side of the matter.

Simply speaking, this jade token looks thin, but it is still very resistant to blows. After being hit by the black mist several times, the jade token itself shook a few times when it came out, but no cracks appeared.

Soon, the black mist was absorbed, and all that was left was the dying struggle. However, the jade tablet seemed to have burped and stopped absorbing. At this time, the jade tablet had become completely black.

The thick black color almost spread through the thin jade medal. I immediately understood that this jade medal had reached its limit.

I took a few steps forward, took the jade token in my hand, and looked coldly at the gray mist that was breathing. I raised a faint smile at the corner of my mouth and said softly: "Let's go."

As I said that, I raised my right hand slightly, put my fingers together, and fanned in the gray mist. Just like scattering dust, the faint layer of mist immediately disappeared, without even a chance to scream.

"..." The old man's mouth almost became an O-shape. Although the mist has become very light, it is the breath of death, and it just swayed away so casually? This is not nonsense, this is simply

That’s god damn!

After solving the most difficult problem, I put away the jade token. When I turned around, I saw the old man losing his composure. I couldn't help but stepped forward and waved my hand in front of his eyes: "Hi! You've come to your senses~"

"..." The old man's eyes were filled with shock and envy. He licked his dry lips and asked with some uncertainty: "Who are you?"

"..." I was startled, then gave a wry smile: "Audience."

"..."

Seeing that the old man didn't want to pay attention to me, I couldn't help but frown and changed the topic: "Compared with this, what you should be most worried about now is the whereabouts of your ancestors, right?"

"The ancestor is dead." The old man said firmly: "I saw it with my own eyes."

"If you think so, then you are already dead." I struck mercilessly: "I have seen the guy who rescued him. He would not take a useless corpse back, so your ancestor must still be alive."

Alive, and... he will become stronger, abnormally strong."

"..." Although the old man was convinced that he had witnessed the death of his ancestor, he had to make a profound analysis of the words of the person in front of him, because nothing about her appearance was in line with common sense.

"Suppose the ancestor is not dead." The old man hesitated for a long time, then slowly said: "What will he do?"

"Destroy you." I looked at him with fixed eyes: "You must hide in a place that he can't think of. The first thing he will do after he recovers is to wash this mountain with blood."

"We will not be cowards." The old man said angrily: "If we can encircle and suppress him once, we can encircle and suppress him a second time, a third time..."

I sighed: "Then at least you should recover from your injuries first? Isn't it a death-defying rhythm for such a defeated soldier to fight with others?"

The old man's expression changed and he said in deep thought: "That's a problem. Let's hide in the forbidden area for a few days. He never imagined that we would risk entering the forbidden area."

I shook my head and laughed. Why do I feel that this plan is also dangerous?

But the old man was not a fool. He would not do anything that he believed was uncertain, so I hurried back home without asking about the situation in the forbidden area, but I never thought that my carelessness at this time would also lead to future consequences.
Chapter completed!