After the call was hung up, Nan pressed her fingers tightly on the purple talisman behind An Tong, and it fell like a withered leaf.
An Tong's rosy face instantly turned pale, and her already fragile body trembled slightly. Then a stream of hot black blood was spat out, and with a loud sound, most of the phone was corroded in the thick smoke.
"I haven't saved...the video yet."
An Tong suddenly felt pain in her eyes, but she couldn't cry.
Even though she wanted to pick up the phone, hold it in her arms, and listen to Yin Hang's voice, she couldn't lift her arm.
Even though he had just said a word, his lips were covered with light black blood because of the dead skin that had been torn open due to adhesion.
"Ancestor, didn't we tell you not to move!" Nan helped An Tong's body, which was like dry firewood, to lie down slowly, covered her tightly with a quilt and cursed: "What the hell are you paying special attention to!"
"But I've been waiting all day, it's been more than twenty-four hours." An Tong's voice was like a slender thread, so weak that it seemed as if it would break at any time: "I really want to scold you for not paying attention to me for so long. How dare he say two words..."
Nan then sacrificed several pieces of talisman paper, squeezed out the spiritual energy inside them, and then worked desperately to hang the seven candles in the room like the Big Dipper.
But no matter how hard Nan tried his best, An Tong's vitality could not even extend past the second candle.
"Then I have to kill myself first!" Nan begged hoarsely.
"I'm not stupid..." An Tong whispered angrily: "But I can't have it even if I want it..."
"Because I'm going to die..."
"I just want to see him one last time, don't I?"
Nan couldn't help but cursed: "What's the use of a little brat? Grandpa, please protect yourself first!"
However, after he finished speaking these words, the remaining firelight in the first lamp began to flicker like a remaining candle.
"I can see him, I can see him!" Nan shouted hurriedly: "If you can't see him alive, I will let him die to see you."
"Ouch, I'm a bitch," Nan realized that he had said the wrong thing, slapped himself hard on the face and said, "I'm confused, don't worry, I will let you see him no matter what. "
"And you will definitely not die, just hold on!"
An Tong smiled dryly, closed her eyes and said slowly: "I'm still bothering him."
"They said it was a gift."
"He will be scared out of his mind, right?"
"But since 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 hug me..."
"Would it be too selfish of me to be like this?"
"No," Nan stared at An Tong's skin that was as dry as tree bark and said, "You are so beautiful!"
After hearing these words, An Tong showed a very forced smile and passed out again.
After Nan Zhong put a piece of talisman on An Tong's forehead, he began to look through the packages he had brought out.
In the past two days, he used no budget to spend and bought countless cultural relics from the auction house. Now they are all broken.
And the several cultural relics he collected with a sense of heritage were about to be unable to support them.
"There should be a few more..."
"And..."
"Where the hell did he go!?"
Nan angrily threw aside the papers and tattered clothes in the package.
"Damn, you're all damned... They said what I learned was all crooked ways and insulting to the family tradition, but in the end I'm the only one who still remembers this... but you're all fucking crazy!"
"Five direct lineages, nine collateral lines, representatives of clans from thirty-seven provinces..."
"It's all fucking crazy!"
"Si... Si-tu!"
Nan scratched his head in pain, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood on the ground. He looked at the thick smoke on the floor and shouted: "You are the last heir to the family inheritance. You will definitely survive!"
Five hours ago, clan members from all over the country gathered in the family hall.
This is the grand scene that we finally saw after more than a hundred years of decline of our family.
Even though An Tong didn't want to change his surname, he was recognized by all the living branch families due to his incredible inheritance compatibility.
I wish to return the differentiated inheritance to the original family.
However, after the verbal inheritance ceremony ended, at the luxurious banquet where they were drinking and chatting happily, a junior suddenly stood up and cried in his arms.
Everyone thought he was just drunk and took him out.
But what followed was the second, third, and fourth junior.
Or epilepsy, or madness, or madness, or madness...
After sensing that something was wrong, some clan members tried to find out what was going on, but they just started to use the hexagram technique, and then they suddenly twitched 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. Eventually, the older generation of the family, who are the inheritors of the fire themselves, also start to go crazy.
As for those who were still awake, they were horrified to discover.
They forgot their last names.
In less than half an hour, a family that had stood on this land for thousands of years, had been responsible for the education of the world, and had broken the path to nourish the inheritance of all things, was wiped out forever.
In Nan's eyes, this scene seemed a bit familiar.
No one can remember the name of Zhongzhou in the past.
In the natural disasters that eroded spiritual energy, the concept of a province's existence was deteriorated due to wear and tear, and it almost collapsed.
In the end, a powerful person of the country brought the historical ancient capital of Zhongzhou to the present world at the cost of the entire family lineage, filling in its lost concepts and preserving the lives of nearly 100 million people.
However, this powerful man and his clan were forever forgotten. They were only left as a memory of a person who had shown kindness to the people of Zhongzhou.
The remaining branches have all gone crazy, and will never be able to step out of this ancient capital in their lifetime.
But now, the behavior of the clan members seems to be exactly the same.
Nan relied on the messy evil ways and countless complicated concepts in his body to barely maintain his own sanity.
But An Tong has just inherited the most complete inheritance in his family.
However, with its terrifying compatibility, these inheritances in An Tong can also compete with the erosion of spiritual energy just like the inheritance in the ancient capital of Zhongzhou.
Can……
Nan used all his last inherited possessions, including the booklet that he had regarded as a treasure since he was a child but now has lost its text, to use it as a life-extending spiritual lamp. After stabilizing the candlelight of the first lamp, he turned off the He opened the corner of the curtain and glared out the window.
A group of lonely ghosts who maintain their existence by feeding on other people's inheritance and Taoism are surrounding this cheap hotel like flies, waiting for the opportunity to rush in.
They don't need to rush to take action, they just need to wait for Nan Rang to consume his spiritual energy.
After all, they had hurt the little girl.
"Get out!" Nan opened the window and jumped down from the fifth floor. He hit the concrete floor with a bang. After waving his hand, the window automatically closed, and several red veined charms tightly wrapped it.
"How dare you, who live in such a low-key life, act so arrogantly in front of my ancestors!"
Nan stepped forward, with the phantom of his long robe and heavy armor and the four dragons and flags on his back looming. With his long beard draped down, he looked like a warrior god.
"Who was not a clan back then? How are you different from us now?" One person sneered: "And with your posture...how much strength can you still have?"
"A bunch of lonely ghosts, even if I die, I can become a god."
As soon as Nan finished speaking, he held his left hand in the void, and a silver spear loomed, and then the whole world changed, and there was a killing sound all over the sky!
Everyone suddenly panicked. How could this person, who was almost in a state of survival, still have such surging spiritual power? And how was the clan to which this man belonged was wiped out of existence?
"The tiger fell on Pingyang, but the steps to the sky are still there -" Nan held a slanted spear, his eyes widened in anger, and he sang a dramatic tune that made the clouds stop. Then all the creatures around him, every soul and every breath, turned into a murderous grave.
"On the basis of——Spring and Autumn Period!"
