Chapter 1728 - 312: Part 6

At this moment, Zhao Yi, sitting in the second sedan chair, had already lowered his head.

If one were to approach his sedan chair, they would find that he was already dead, devoid of life, with only his shell remaining outside, utterly dead.

...

Chen Cui'er: "I can't see the sedan chair of the fourth house anymore."

Zhao Heming: "I can't see the sedan chairs in front either. The environment here is peculiar, it's normal."

Chen Cui'er: "The ancestral ground of the Zhao family is indeed a place full of wonders."

Zhao Heming: "After all, it is a family that produced a Dragon King."

Chen Cui'er: "A family that has produced just one Dragon King is already like this. I'm curious about how terrifying the foundations of those orthodox Dragon King families must be."

Zhao Heming: "Rather than admiring others, how about we join forces to establish our own Dragon King family."

Chen Cui'er looked at her husband with a smile, her face blossoming like a flower.

Just then, Zhao Yi's voice came from outside the sedan:

"Father, Mother, do you remember this place?"

The sedan descended to the ground.

Zhao Heming and Chen Cui'er stepped out of the sedan and came outside, facing a bizarre forest.

Zhao Yi: "Do you remember the year when I came here with you in the sedan, and you held my hand, leading me into the forest to play? It was one of the few warm memories of my childhood."

Zhao Heming: "Yi'er, what do you mean by this?"

Chen Cui'er: "My son, are you feeling nostalgic?"

Although they've entered the Zhao family ancestral ground, they're still a distance from the ancestral home, and the ritual has yet to start, with none of the Zhao family elders in sight.

Zhao Yi opened his mouth and spat out a folded purple talisman paper from his tongue.

Upon seeing this talisman paper, the gaze of Zhao Heming and Chen Cui'er sharpened slightly.

Zhao Yi tossed the talisman paper forward.

The talisman paper drifted into the forest.

"Boom!"

It was as though thunder was born from the ground, followed by a massive wave of thunderfire charging towards Zhao Yi.

Chen Cui'er and Zhao Heming were clueless about the purpose, as they could confirm that the one before them was indeed Zhao Yi.

What was he doing now? Committing suicide?

Zhao Yi's form was quickly engulfed by the thunderfire, and as he melted, he turned to look at Zhao Heming and Chen Cui'er, revealing a smile.

Although this area wasn't the core of the Zhao family ancestral grave, it was still part of it.

Just now, Zhao Yi had ignited his family's ancestral grave.

The lightning attracted by him was merely the first step; next, the effects of various arrays and the irrational grudges of the Zhao family undead would become the second and third waves, roaring towards here.

Zhao Yi essentially detonated a field of thunder in front of Zhao Heming and Chen Cui'er's eyes.

The two of them had the chance to escape and could have swiftly distanced themselves, but initially they were still playing the part of Zhao Yi's parents, and later, they didn't believe Zhao Yi would willingly commit suicide, thus wasting time. By the time they regained their senses, both of them and the surroundings of the sedan were encircled by thunderfire.

In the distance, distorted Feng Shui patterns were also being stimulated, with grudges continuously swirling.

Sometimes, the most sophisticated schemes require only the simplest presentation.

In the second sedan chair.

"Hiss! Ah!!!"

The originally deceased Zhao Yi abruptly raised his head.

From the life-and-death seam at his chest, black lines spread, covering his entire body.

Then, his skin began to crack, peel, like being burnt, followed by large-scale shedding.

Covered in blood, Zhao Yi stood up, then crouched down again, his fists clenched, forcing himself to stand up quickly once more.

He pointed a finger, and the array of bottles and jars in front exploded, with medicinal powder instantly filling the entire space of the sedan.

"Ah!"

This pain was akin to ordinary people being stripped of a piece of skin and then having coarse salt continuously rubbed on it.

Soon, Zhao Yi was covered by the medicinal powder.

Finding a blue robe, Zhao Yi put it on, then took out another talisman paper and pasted it on the clothing, causing the talisman paper to burn and igniting the robe.

When the fire subsided, the burnt clothing tightly adhered to Zhao Yi's skin.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath and sat back down.

He lightly clapped his hands twice.

Behind, the third sedan, occupied by those from the main house, landed at a fork.

The four people of the main house stepped out of the sedan.

Uncle Zhao: "It seems the sedan has an issue."

Madam Zhao: "Is it really that simple?"

Uncle Zhao: "Regardless, let's first divine the path we should take."

Madam Zhao sat cross-legged, took out a turtle shell, and began to shake.

Here, in the Zhao family ancestral ground, the aura was distinct, requiring more time for divination.

Madam Zhao: "The divination is complete, take the left path."

At this moment, the sedan of the second house, normal as ever, was carried over.

Tan Wenbin lifted the curtain, looked at the halted main house, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Uncle Zhao: "The sedan broke."

Tan Wenbin: "The sedan broke, why not walk, but wait here?"

Uncle Zhao didn't respond.

Tan Wenbin: "Ha, don't tell me you don't even remember the way to the ancestral home?"

Uncle Zhao: "You go your way, don't waste words."

Tan Wenbin: "What a joke!"

After speaking, Tan Wenbin released the curtain.

Lin Shuyou gave Tan Wenbin a thumbs-up.

Even though all were fakes, Brother Bin's acting was convincingly real, bearing the essence of Second Master Zhao.

The sedan of the second house bypassed the stopped sedan ahead and took the left fork.

The four of the main house no longer bothered with the broken sedan and also took the left fork.

Li Zhiyuan tapped the back of his hand against the wall of the sedan behind him.

The seemingly normal second house sedan descended.

Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou looked at Li Zhiyuan, and Run Sheng finally opened his eyes at this moment.

Li Zhiyuan:

"We get off the sedan and help Zhao Yi stop the people from the main house."

...

Inside the second sedan.

Covered in mangled flesh, and upon closer inspection, it appeared incredibly terrifying and ghastly, Zhao Yi's throat moved, making a hoarse sound:

"Li... thanks."