Chapter 52: Mentally Unstable?

Listening to the translation from the expert group members, the people on the scene had various thoughts.

"Is he mentally unstable?"

Although there were many suspicious points regarding Heize defeating the Wolf Guard.

However, if the answer were found, those suspicious points would no longer exist.

Yet, the text recorded here was no longer just suspicious; it was absurd.

"According to what he said, Heize rose from the dead?" an expert nearby offered his opinion, "I suspect there might be too many corpses here; human remains contain residual phosphorus, which, through changes, generates phosphine with a very low ignition point, subsequently self-igniting and resembling ghost fire. This might have frightened the survivors."

Others nodded; it was not impossible for such a possibility to exist.

"It is too early to draw conclusions; let us look at the other recorded text," Liu Chengchao said from the side, suppressing other thoughts in his heart.

The crowd looked at the translator again.

"The giant rock pressing on Heize's tomb kept shaking, and strange sounds came from within; this continued for a month."

"In the second month, a crack appeared on the giant rock, and blood flowed out from inside!"

"I've had enough!"

"We dug up Heize's corpse, burned it with fire, washed it with water, smashed it with stones, and hacked at it with blades, but... Heize still kept his eyes open, looking at us."

"His eyes held no emotional color, but it was as if he were contemptuously saying: Look, even if I am dead, I will not let you go."

Hearing these words, a chill rose in everyone's hearts.

This discovery was becoming increasingly absurd.

Even such Ghost things could possibly happen.

Either the record was erroneous, or the person who lived left behind huge psychological trauma and became somewhat abnormal.

"This is somewhat too Ghostly," an expert smiled to resolve the current dull atmosphere.

"Indeed, if the record is true, these things are likely things we cannot solve; we should invite a Daoist priest."

A corpse making strange sounds, stones bleeding—perhaps one could still find answers for these.

For example, the place where the corpse was buried might be the nest of some animal, and the sounds were made by the animal.

Or, there might be a wind vent inside, and the wind blowing through created the feeling of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Stones bleeding could also have some messy reasons found for it.

However, the corpse remaining intact after being burned by fire and hacked by blades was just too Ghostly.

"Could it be that Heize was a high-level Daoist who had ascended to immortality, his physical body immortal?

Or perhaps a Great Buddha of the Buddhist school, with a diamond-like indestructible body?" Wang Jiao also expressed her opinion from the side.

Of course, what she said was also somewhat unreliable.

"Actually, it is useless for us to dwell on these," Liu Chengchao spoke up, "We only need to find Heize's corpse, and all mysteries can be solved."

Everyone else agreed.

They came here with two goals: first, to find the mystery behind the destruction of the original Wolf Guard, and second, to find Heize's corpse.

At the same time, the audience watching the live stream, upon hearing the words of the translation expert, also caused a stir.

The experts were live-streaming and could not promote feudal superstition, so many things could not be said; however, they themselves could say them, as long as they avoided sensitive words, it would not be much of a problem.

"I am now a bit suspicious that the records in the Life and Death Shrine are true."

"The corpse does not perish; is this Heize perhaps a deity from Mythical legends?"

"Yes, I now suspect that it was Heize who stood against ten thousand alone and Slayed the Wolf Guard."

"Otherwise, why is it that until now, not a single skeleton of our Daxia Clan soldiers has been found in the Dahuang Mountain Range?"

"Stop talking nonsense, how did deities even come out?

It is already the year 3030, and there are still people who believe in deities!"

"I think Heize might be a Daxia person, but he married a Wolf Tribe Princess and counted as a tycoon among the Wolf Guard."

"He was in the Wolf Tribe but his heart was with Daxia; in the end, he turned against them and tricked the Wolf Guard to their deaths!"

"I think the person above is right."

In the bullet comments, all kinds of opinions appeared.

Some were still guessing wildly, while others believed that Heize was truly strong.

Of course, where there are people, there is conflict; the bullet comments were foul and chaotic.

"Sister Xiaorou, do you think it's possible that Heize really stood against ten thousand and Slayed all the Wolf Guard?" Zhao Xiaoyi asked.

She had practiced the Three Extremes Spirit Fist with Sister Xiaorou and heard her explain the history of the Three Extremes Spirit Fist, so she also felt that perhaps there really was such a possibility.

She had watched quite a few television shows, and a concept often appeared in them: the End of Dharma Era.

Could it be that the current world is truly in the End of Dharma Era?

Originally, the Three Extremes Spirit Fist, which could not be cultivated, was now unexpectedly able to faintly exert power.

"It is unlikely. According to the Ancestral Book, even the maximum power of the Three Extremes Spirit Fist cannot make one an enemy of ten thousand," Xiaorou said calmly.

Xiaorou was very strong; winning against four or five people was no problem at all. For those "combat-five-scum" who did not exercise, she could win against ten or even twenty or thirty of them alone, and could even scare away hundreds.

But those in military formations were not people who had not undergone training; the likes of the Wolf Guard were even more terrifying—they were those who had seen blood.

Placed in the army, Xiaorou felt that her limit was to defeat ten people at once.

According to the exaggerated records in the Ancestral Book, for a powerful figure like the founder, Slaying hundreds of people in a military formation was already the limit.

"However, perhaps Heize was truly strong and reached the level of the founder," Xiaorou analyzed carefully.

Nowadays, the Three Extremes Spirit Fist faintly showed signs of being able to be cultivated and exerting power.

She was also paying more attention to the matters of the Dahuang Mountain Range.

What if... it was really as the television shows said, the End of Dharma Era had ended, and Martial Arts had revived?

On the other side, in a large room, a thin man had messy hair, his eyes were sunken, his stubble was long, and he was unkempt.

However, the designer clothing on his body still showed that he used to be very wealthy.

He watched the live broadcast of the Dahuang Mountain Range, an excited look appearing in his eyes: "Supernatural... does it really exist? Is it real?"

He tremblingly took out a sachet; inside this sachet was the hair of his late wife.

He and his wife were childhood sweethearts, having known each other for eighteen years before finally stepping into the halls of marriage.

He was Excellent, with an annual salary of a million, and his wife was virtuous and beautiful; they were a talented man and a beautiful woman, very much the envy of others.

But, humans are fragile.

A natural or man-made disaster, a disease, or even a small accident can lead to the loss of a life.

One day, his wife went out to buy groceries and was walking in the residential complex when a corpse suddenly fell from the sky; it was a girl who had jumped to her death, and she landed directly on his wife, who was sent to the hospital but could not be saved.

From then on, he was in extreme pain, constantly seeking a way to bring his wife back to life.

He was even swindled out of millions by the so-called high monks of Yunlong Temple.

In a state of despair, even the wisest person will grasp at a straw; one cannot say they have lost their reason, only that they simply do not want to let go of even the slightest hope.

"Xiao Yun, I will find a way to bring you back to life."

Xiao Yun had been dead for two years, and now, all that remained in this world was the hair in the sachet.

He kept the hair precisely to find a way to resurrect his wife.

It was crazy, and very irrational.

However, eighteen years of mutual support had left him with no reason left.

He stared intently at the live broadcast, his body trembling slightly: "I hope... the records in the Life and Death Shrine are all true."

Regardless of whether it was true or false, he had already decided that in a few days, he would go to Taiqing Mountain to search for the traces of an Immortal.

(End of chapter)