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Chapter 65
Chapter 65
After the phone was hung up, Nan firmly pressed the purple talisman on An Tong's back with his fingers, and it fluttered down like a withered leaf.
An Tong's rosy face paled instantly, his already fragile body trembled slightly, and then a stream of black hot blood was spit out, and with a bang, most of the phone was corroded in the thick smoke.
"I haven't saved the... video yet."
An Tong suddenly felt pain in his eyes, but he couldn't cry.
Even if she wanted to pick up the phone and hold it in her arms, and listen to Yin Hang's voice, she couldn't lift her arm.
Even after saying a word just now, the dead skin on the lips was torn apart due to adhesion, and a faint black blood was spilled.
"Ancestor, didn't we say you can't move!" Nan supported An Tong's body like dry wood to lie down slowly, covered her tightly with a quilt, and cursed: "Why the hell are you paying so much attention!"
"But I waited for a day, it's been more than 24 hours." An Tong's voice was like a slender silk thread, so sad that it seemed to be broken at any time: "I haven't paid attention to me for so long, I really want to scold him twice." How dare you..."
Nan then sacrificed a few pieces of talisman paper, squeezed out the spiritual energy inside, and then frantically rotated and hung them in the room, like seven candles placed in the Big Dipper.
But no matter how hard Nan tried his best, An Tong's vitality couldn't even extend past the second candle.
"Then you have to die first!" Nan begged hoarsely.
"I'm not stupid..." An Tong whispered angrily, "But I can't have what I want..."
"Because I'm going to die..."
"I just want to see him one last time, don't I?"
Nan really couldn't help cursing: "What's so good about a little bastard, ancestor, please protect yourself first!"
However, after he finished speaking, the remaining flame in the first lamp flickered like a candle.
"I can see you, I can see you!" Nan hurriedly shouted: "If you can't see him alive, I will let him die to see you."
"Oh, I'm a bitch," Nan realized that he had said something wrong, and slapped himself hard on the face, "I'm confused, don't worry, I will let you see him no matter what. "
"And you will never die, hold on first!"
An Tong smiled dryly, closed his eyes and said slowly: "I still bother him like this."
"Also said it was a gift."
"Will he be scared out of his mind?"
"However, after we got together, we only talked on the phone."
"And the pixels of his broken phone are still so low."
"I really want to see him and let him give me a hug..."
"Am I... am I being too selfish?"
"No," Nan stared at An Tong's withered skin like tree bark and said, "You are so beautiful!"
After hearing this sentence, An Tong showed a very forced smile, and passed out again.
After Nan Chong put a spell on An Tong's forehead, he began to frantically rummage through the packages he had brought out.
The countless cultural relics he won at the auction house with no budget two days ago have all been broken up now.
And the several pieces of cultural relics in his collection that have a breath of inheritance are about to fail.
"There should be a few more..."
"And..."
"Where the hell did you go!?"
Nan angrily threw the papers and torn clothes aside.
"Damn it, it's all fucking... It's said that I learned crooked ways and insulted the family tradition, but in the end I still remember these...you are all fucking crazy!"
"Five direct lineages, nine collateral lines, representatives of clans from 37 provinces..."
"It's all fucking crazy!"
"Si... Si-tu!"
Nan scratched his head in pain, then spit out a mouthful of black blood on the ground, looked at the thick smoke on the floor and roared: "You are the last heir of the family lineage, you will definitely survive!"
Five hours ago, relatives from all clans from all over the world gathered in the lobby of the house.
This is the grand scene that can finally be seen after the family has been in decline for more than a hundred years.
Even though An Tong is unwilling to change his surname, with his unbelievable inheritance fit, he has been recognized by all living branches.
I would like to return the origin of the inheritance that has been differentiated to the original family.
However, after the end of the inheritance ceremony with words, at the luxurious banquet of drinking and talking, a junior suddenly stood up, crying with his head in his arms.
The family thought it was just a drunken madness, so they put him out.
But what followed was the second, third, and fourth juniors.
Or epilepsy, or insanity, or madness, or madness...
After realizing something was wrong, some clan members tried to find out the method, but they just started the hexagram technique, and then they suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.
No matter how high the prestige of the family is, as more and more people go crazy, the situation becomes uncontrollable. In the end, the older generation in the family, who are the inheritance of fire itself, also start to go crazy.
As for those who are still awake, they are horrified to find out.
They forgot their last names.
In less than half an hour, a family that stood on this land for thousands of years, once in charge of the teaching of the world, and broken the way to nourish the inheritance of all things, was erased forever.
In Nan's eyes, this scene seemed familiar.
No one can remember the past name of Zhongzhou.
Once in the natural disasters eroded by spiritual energy, the concept of a province's existence was degraded due to wear and tear, and it almost collapsed.
In the end, the powerful person of the country, at the cost of the whole family, brought the ancient capital of Zhongzhou in history into the present world, filled in its lost concept, and preserved nearly [-] million people.
However, this mighty person, and his clan, were forever forgotten, only as a concept of being kind to the people of Zhongzhou, and it was left in the local area as a memorial.
Its remaining terminal collaterals have all gone crazy, and they will not be able to take half a step out of this ancient capital in their entire lives.
But now, the performance of the clan clan seems to be exactly the same.
Relying on the messy and crooked ways on his body, Nan relied on countless complicated concepts, and managed to maintain his own sanity.
But An Tong has just inherited the most complete inheritance in the family.
However, with its terrifying fit, these inheritances in An Tong's body can also compete with the spiritual erosion like the inheritance of the ancient capital of Zhongzhou.
Can……
Nan used all his last inherited items, including the pamphlets that he had regarded as treasures since he was a child, but which had lost their characters, to be used as the lamps to renew his life. After stabilizing the candle of the first lamp, he turned on the He opened the corner of the curtain and glared out of the window.
A group of solitary ghosts who rely on sucking other people's inheritance and Taoism to maintain their existence are surrounding this cheap hotel like flies, waiting for the opportunity to rush in.
They don't need to rush to do it, they just need to wait for Nanrang to consume his aura.
After all, they had already hurt the little girl.
"Get out!" Nan opened the window and jumped down from the fifth floor. His body slammed onto the concrete floor with a bang. After waving his hand, the window closed automatically, and several red-veined charms wrapped it tightly.
"You guys are living so hard on things, how dare you act presumptuously in front of my ancestors!"
Nan stepped forward, wearing heavy armor in a long robe and the phantom of the four-pole dragon pattern on the back and the banner. After wearing his long beard, he looked like a warrior god.
"Who wasn't a clan back then, what's the difference between you and us now?" One person sneered: "And with your posture... How much strength can you have?"
"A group of lonely ghosts, even if I die, I can become a god."
As soon as Nanhua's voice fell, his left hand was held in the void, a silver spear was looming, and then the entire changing world was filled with killing sounds!
Everyone panicked suddenly. How could there be such a surge of spiritual power in such a state that was almost lingering, and how could the clan this person belonged to be erased from its existence?
"The tiger has fallen into Pingyang, and the sky is still there—" Nan held a slanted spear, his eyes widened angrily, and he sang the opera tune of suppressing the clouds, and then everything around him, every spirit and every breath, turned into killing graves.
"On Yi—Chunqiu!"
(End of this chapter)
After the phone was hung up, Nan firmly pressed the purple talisman on An Tong's back with his fingers, and it fluttered down like a withered leaf.
An Tong's rosy face paled instantly, his already fragile body trembled slightly, and then a stream of black hot blood was spit out, and with a bang, most of the phone was corroded in the thick smoke.
"I haven't saved the... video yet."
An Tong suddenly felt pain in his eyes, but he couldn't cry.
Even if she wanted to pick up the phone and hold it in her arms, and listen to Yin Hang's voice, she couldn't lift her arm.
Even after saying a word just now, the dead skin on the lips was torn apart due to adhesion, and a faint black blood was spilled.
"Ancestor, didn't we say you can't move!" Nan supported An Tong's body like dry wood to lie down slowly, covered her tightly with a quilt, and cursed: "Why the hell are you paying so much attention!"
"But I waited for a day, it's been more than 24 hours." An Tong's voice was like a slender silk thread, so sad that it seemed to be broken at any time: "I haven't paid attention to me for so long, I really want to scold him twice." How dare you..."
Nan then sacrificed a few pieces of talisman paper, squeezed out the spiritual energy inside, and then frantically rotated and hung them in the room, like seven candles placed in the Big Dipper.
But no matter how hard Nan tried his best, An Tong's vitality couldn't even extend past the second candle.
"Then you have to die first!" Nan begged hoarsely.
"I'm not stupid..." An Tong whispered angrily, "But I can't have what I want..."
"Because I'm going to die..."
"I just want to see him one last time, don't I?"
Nan really couldn't help cursing: "What's so good about a little bastard, ancestor, please protect yourself first!"
However, after he finished speaking, the remaining flame in the first lamp flickered like a candle.
"I can see you, I can see you!" Nan hurriedly shouted: "If you can't see him alive, I will let him die to see you."
"Oh, I'm a bitch," Nan realized that he had said something wrong, and slapped himself hard on the face, "I'm confused, don't worry, I will let you see him no matter what. "
"And you will never die, hold on first!"
An Tong smiled dryly, closed his eyes and said slowly: "I still bother him like this."
"Also said it was a gift."
"Will he be scared out of his mind?"
"However, after we got together, we only talked on the phone."
"And the pixels of his broken phone are still so low."
"I really want to see him and let him give me a hug..."
"Am I... am I being too selfish?"
"No," Nan stared at An Tong's withered skin like tree bark and said, "You are so beautiful!"
After hearing this sentence, An Tong showed a very forced smile, and passed out again.
After Nan Chong put a spell on An Tong's forehead, he began to frantically rummage through the packages he had brought out.
The countless cultural relics he won at the auction house with no budget two days ago have all been broken up now.
And the several pieces of cultural relics in his collection that have a breath of inheritance are about to fail.
"There should be a few more..."
"And..."
"Where the hell did you go!?"
Nan angrily threw the papers and torn clothes aside.
"Damn it, it's all fucking... It's said that I learned crooked ways and insulted the family tradition, but in the end I still remember these...you are all fucking crazy!"
"Five direct lineages, nine collateral lines, representatives of clans from 37 provinces..."
"It's all fucking crazy!"
"Si... Si-tu!"
Nan scratched his head in pain, then spit out a mouthful of black blood on the ground, looked at the thick smoke on the floor and roared: "You are the last heir of the family lineage, you will definitely survive!"
Five hours ago, relatives from all clans from all over the world gathered in the lobby of the house.
This is the grand scene that can finally be seen after the family has been in decline for more than a hundred years.
Even though An Tong is unwilling to change his surname, with his unbelievable inheritance fit, he has been recognized by all living branches.
I would like to return the origin of the inheritance that has been differentiated to the original family.
However, after the end of the inheritance ceremony with words, at the luxurious banquet of drinking and talking, a junior suddenly stood up, crying with his head in his arms.
The family thought it was just a drunken madness, so they put him out.
But what followed was the second, third, and fourth juniors.
Or epilepsy, or insanity, or madness, or madness...
After realizing something was wrong, some clan members tried to find out the method, but they just started the hexagram technique, and then they suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.
No matter how high the prestige of the family is, as more and more people go crazy, the situation becomes uncontrollable. In the end, the older generation in the family, who are the inheritance of fire itself, also start to go crazy.
As for those who are still awake, they are horrified to find out.
They forgot their last names.
In less than half an hour, a family that stood on this land for thousands of years, once in charge of the teaching of the world, and broken the way to nourish the inheritance of all things, was erased forever.
In Nan's eyes, this scene seemed familiar.
No one can remember the past name of Zhongzhou.
Once in the natural disasters eroded by spiritual energy, the concept of a province's existence was degraded due to wear and tear, and it almost collapsed.
In the end, the powerful person of the country, at the cost of the whole family, brought the ancient capital of Zhongzhou in history into the present world, filled in its lost concept, and preserved nearly [-] million people.
However, this mighty person, and his clan, were forever forgotten, only as a concept of being kind to the people of Zhongzhou, and it was left in the local area as a memorial.
Its remaining terminal collaterals have all gone crazy, and they will not be able to take half a step out of this ancient capital in their entire lives.
But now, the performance of the clan clan seems to be exactly the same.
Relying on the messy and crooked ways on his body, Nan relied on countless complicated concepts, and managed to maintain his own sanity.
But An Tong has just inherited the most complete inheritance in the family.
However, with its terrifying fit, these inheritances in An Tong's body can also compete with the spiritual erosion like the inheritance of the ancient capital of Zhongzhou.
Can……
Nan used all his last inherited items, including the pamphlets that he had regarded as treasures since he was a child, but which had lost their characters, to be used as the lamps to renew his life. After stabilizing the candle of the first lamp, he turned on the He opened the corner of the curtain and glared out of the window.
A group of solitary ghosts who rely on sucking other people's inheritance and Taoism to maintain their existence are surrounding this cheap hotel like flies, waiting for the opportunity to rush in.
They don't need to rush to do it, they just need to wait for Nanrang to consume his aura.
After all, they had already hurt the little girl.
"Get out!" Nan opened the window and jumped down from the fifth floor. His body slammed onto the concrete floor with a bang. After waving his hand, the window closed automatically, and several red-veined charms wrapped it tightly.
"You guys are living so hard on things, how dare you act presumptuously in front of my ancestors!"
Nan stepped forward, wearing heavy armor in a long robe and the phantom of the four-pole dragon pattern on the back and the banner. After wearing his long beard, he looked like a warrior god.
"Who wasn't a clan back then, what's the difference between you and us now?" One person sneered: "And with your posture... How much strength can you have?"
"A group of lonely ghosts, even if I die, I can become a god."
As soon as Nanhua's voice fell, his left hand was held in the void, a silver spear was looming, and then the entire changing world was filled with killing sounds!
Everyone panicked suddenly. How could there be such a surge of spiritual power in such a state that was almost lingering, and how could the clan this person belonged to be erased from its existence?
"The tiger has fallen into Pingyang, and the sky is still there—" Nan held a slanted spear, his eyes widened angrily, and he sang the opera tune of suppressing the clouds, and then everything around him, every spirit and every breath, turned into killing graves.
"On Yi—Chunqiu!"
(End of this chapter)
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