Chapter 311: This is a contest where either he dies or I perish

The 81 miner zombies in the Changshi mine tunnel originally died of suffocation.

I was in that mine tunnel at the time and encountered the same problem.

Fortunately I discovered in time that the feeling of suffocation was not real but an illusion.

Then there was Liang Chao's great-grandfather, who supposedly also died of suffocation back then.

But Liang Chao's great-grandfather was made into a corpse puppet, with a slit about ten centimeters long opened on the back of his head, exactly like the corpse puppets I have seen so far.

Connecting these points, could it be that all corpse puppets originally died of suffocation?

Thinking this through, I asked: "Are you certain the corpse has no wounds at all? Especially the back of the head?"

Li Qingying was quite certain: "Besides being thinner all over and the corpse being very pale, there really isn't a single wound."

Could I be mistaken?

Liu Junyan then asked: "Before this person died, did anything unusual happen in his family? For example, did a corpse puppet appear?"

I and Li Qingying both froze at the same moment, and Li Qingying immediately went out.

She had just stepped out when, a moment later, Hui Moqiong returned.

Liu Junyan gave Hui Moqiong a general overview of the newly acquired land and asked him to send someone to scout it first.

Hui Moqiong was excited and immediately said: "I'll go myself."

"Be careful." I cautioned, "That plot of land is sinister; the Special Affairs Handling Office has watched it for years with nothing to show, so just scout the perimeter for now."

Hui Moqiong patted his chest and assured: "Xiao Jiu, rest assured, I know my limits."

Only I and Liu Junyan remained in the west room.

Looking at the increasingly bizarre Copper Coin Person on the altar now, I felt very worried.

Liu Junyan had already decided to fuse with the Copper Coin Person; its transformation was within our expectations.

But I hadn't expected it to change like this.

I took Liu Junyan's hand and worriedly said: "Āyàn, do you feel any discomfort?"

"No." Liu Junyan said: "The Copper Coin Person undergoes such changes mostly because of the person who died in the town."

I immediately frowned, thought it over, then connected it to the Liang Chao household… and suddenly understood!

"You mean, the Copper Coin Person… no, more accurately, the guy who originally tried to seize the Copper Coin Person, using corpse puppets to absorb people's essence blood for his own cultivation?"

Liu Junyan nodded: "The first to be affected was probably Liang Chao's son; if Liang Chao hadn't accidentally discovered it, the Copper Coin Person would have grown white scales on its feet even sooner."

"So my earlier guess was wrong." I said, "After returning from the teahouse, I thought these corpse puppets revived by sucking the essence blood of blood-related descendants, but now it seems the corpse puppets may just be a medium, and the one truly seeking revival is this guy!"

Liu Junyan said: "Perhaps both are true."

I raised my hand to press my temples, only feeling my head in a mess.

Just seeing this altar now annoys me.

I asked: "Āyàn, should we keep offering incense?"

Continuing to worship this guy, I feel, is aiding evil.

But besides this guy on the altar, there are others who need daily incense offerings.

It's quite contradictory.

"Offer, we must offer every day." Liu Junyan said: "I need to completely separate the Eighth Soul before he fully revives."

I nodded and asked: "And then? How should we deal with this guy?"

Liu Junyan stared at the Copper Coin Person for a while before saying: "This is a contest where either he dies or I perish; whoever wins last will have absolute authority."

I understood.

If we cannot suppress this turmoil in Wufu Town, we will all die.

If we win, that guy will go down to the eighteen levels of hell!

The sky had completely darkened.

As soon as the moon rose, that corpse puppet appeared on schedule in the courtyard, inhaling and exhaling the moon's essence.

In the first half of the night, Li Qingying and Hui Moqiong did not return.

I and Liu Junyan had a meal, washed up, then lay in bed talking.

"Liu Zhengfeng is my father."

Liu Junyan suddenly brought up Liu Zhengfeng.

"You've seen him, on Wangting Mountain, but he is not my real father."

So it's him!

I clearly remember that person seemed unhealthy, always coughing, yet had some dignity; Second Master Liu feared him.

Liu Junyan had previously mentioned to me that the Wangting Mountain Snake Clan has no blood relation to him.

"When my mother was trapped by the Wangting Mountain Snake Clan, she was already pregnant; I was born in the Wangting Mountain Snake Clan and grew up there. Liu Zhengfeng is my nominal father, but I have always known there is someone behind him, possibly… my real father."

Liu Junyan then began to explain his background to me out of the blue.

At this moment, I had waited a long time.

I had always wanted to ask, but dared not.

"I don't know who he is, but I hate him."

"My mother's current predicament partly comes from the Linghai Dragon Clan, partly from him causing it himself, but Mother never told me who he is or what his identity is; I've asked and also argued about it."

"When my arguments with Mother were at their fiercest, I even spoke harshly, saying I wanted to sever ties with her."

Speaking of this, Liu Junyan's eyes filled with pain, and the hand holding my shoulder unconsciously tightened.

I reached out to embrace his waist, drawing close to give him warmth.

"Afterward I simply assumed he was dead."

Liu Junyan's left arm was around my shoulder, his right hand raised, and the cube I had brought out from the Furong Cave in Wangting Mountain appeared in his hand.

This cube, its surroundings formed by flowing pale blue water streams, guards the golden bead at its center.

Initially, the water ripples bit through my middle fingertip, almost dripping blood onto it to open the cube, but halfway through Liu Junyan stopped me.

He said he would only let me drip blood onto it to open it when I could stand on my own.

Perhaps the battle at Chang City made Liu Junyan think I've grown up.

He said that after returning from Chang City, he would talk with me about the Linghai Forbidden Ground.

"Everyone says I look just like my mother, she is a white dragon, and if I had transformed from a flood dragon into a dragon back then, I would also be a white dragon; everyone knows my mother was the most favored little princess of the Linghai Dragon Clan, she ran away willfully back then, because she was arrogant and insensible." Liu Junyan gave a mocking smile, "But in fact, all of this is wrong, a complete deceit."

I exclaimed in shock, "Could it be that your mother isn't a white dragon?"

No way?

How could such a thing possibly be mistaken?

Liu Junyan shook his head: "No, my mother is a white dragon, but after undergoing several tribulations, she transformed into a golden dragon, and is the only golden dragon of the Linghai Dragon Clan to have survived to this day."

Something flashed through my mind, and I almost blurted out: "So those seven golden scales..."

"Yes, it's my mother's." Liu Junyan said, "Those are seven heart-protection scales she forcibly pulled out from her chest..."