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"Young Master..."

"Don't come in..."

"This was a trap set for you..."

Chen Laojiu's voice came from the back hall.

weak.

hoarse.

It's like you have to squeeze out a bit of breath from your very being to say every word.

Chen Bufan stood at the entrance to the back hall, his eyes chillingly cold.

Lin Wanqing gripped the gun tightly and whispered:

"There are people inside."

Chen Bufan said:

"Not human."

The moment those three words were uttered, everyone's hearts sank.

Zhang Shouyuan's expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at the old talisman on the back hall door that read "No Unauthorized Persons Allowed."

"This talisman is not for blocking outsiders."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"What are you blocking?"

Zhang Shouyuan's voice was deep:

"Block what's inside from getting out."

Qingyang, the old Taoist, turned pale.

"Mr. Zhang, you mean...?"

Zhang Shouyuan remained silent.

But his eyes already gave the answer.

Inside the rear hall are the things that Qing Shi Temple suppressed back then.

It was also the well and the coffin that Bai Yunhe mentioned before he died.

Chen Bufan did not hesitate.

He raised his hand, and the old copper coin flew out.

clang!

The money was nailed to the door frame of the rear hall.

The old talisman on the door trembled violently.

A layer of black mist rose from the surface of the talisman.

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"open."

boom.

The palace doors slowly opened inwards.

An extremely cold and chilling aura emanated from the depths of the rear hall.

It's not ordinary yin energy.

It has a smell like it's mixed from grave soil, blood, and old talisman ash.

Lin Wanqing subconsciously held her breath.

The expressions of several Xuanmen practitioners changed simultaneously.

There were no lights in the rear hall.

Only a few bronze oil lamps on the ground burned with a faint green flame.

The firelight illuminated the surrounding walls.

The walls were covered with talismans.

Yellow talisman.

Black symbol.

Fragmented talisman.

Old symbol.

One layer on top of another.

The dense array of objects made it seem as if the entire rear hall was encased in a giant coffin.

In the center of the rear hall, there was a black coffin.

The coffin was very old.

The surface of the wood is blackened, as if it has been soaked in blood and burned.

The coffin lid was covered with runes.

Those runes are not simply black fate runes.

The structure of the Chen family's destiny talisman is also hidden inside.

Each stroke is like countless twisted lifelines wrapped around the coffin.

A person was kneeling in front of the coffin.

Chen Lao Jiu.

He was chained to the front of the coffin by several black iron chains.

His hands were tied behind his back.

A black line was wrapped around his neck.

His body was covered in black needles.

Shoulder.

Arm.

Chest.

Lower abdomen.

knee.

Each black needle has a thin black thread attached to its end.

All those black lines lead to the coffin.

Chen Laojiu's face had become so thin that he looked unrecognizable.

The lips are turning purple.

Sunken eye sockets.

The life force in his body was being slowly drained away by those black needles.

"Uncle Jiu".

Chen Bufan's voice was deep.

Chen Laojiu struggled to lift his head.

The moment he saw Chen Bufan, his eyes lit up for a moment, then turned into deep pain.

"Young Master..."

"You shouldn't have come..."

Chen Bufan stepped into the rear hall.

"If you're here, I have to come."

Chen Laojiu's eyes reddened.

"This is a trap set for you by Chen Daoyuan..."

"He doesn't want me..."

"It's your blood..."

Lin Wanqing's expression changed.

"Chen Bufan, don't get too close."

Chen Bufan did not stop.

He walked to a point three steps away from the coffin and stopped.

At that moment, he heard a sound.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Like a heartbeat.

The sound came from inside the coffin.

Unhappy.

Not slow.

Each strike felt like a blow to the hearts of everyone in the back hall.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The old Taoist priest Qingyang turned pale.

"Is there something alive in the coffin?"

Zhang Shouyuan stared intently at the black coffin, his voice hoarse:

"This is the coffin of death."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"What exactly is the Coffin of Life?"

Zhang Shouyuan slowly said:

"A regular coffin is used to put dead people."

"The coffin used to suppress evil spirits contains malevolent forces."

"The Soul Coffin contains remnants of souls."

"A coffin for life..."

He paused.

"The coffin contains things whose destiny has not yet been fulfilled."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Not yet?"

Chen Bufan looked at the coffin, his voice icy:

"Not a complete human life."

"It's not a complete ghost's life either."

"It's something that's been pieced together and nurtured, but hasn't truly taken root yet."

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"right."

"This kind of thing shouldn't exist in the first place."

"Without a physical body."

"There is no normal destiny."

"There is no cause and effect."

"It can only be cultivated slowly by constantly consuming lives."

Lin Wanqing looked at the coffin.

"So, you want to awaken it by altering the Life Gate?"

Zhang Shouyuan said:

"It's not about changing one's fate."

Chen Bufan continued:

"It's Chen Daoyuan."

The back hall fell silent.

The heartbeat inside the coffin became clearer.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Chen Lao Jiu spoke with difficulty:

"Young Master..."

"This coffin..."

"He was sent to Qing Shi Temple twenty years ago..."

"All I knew back then was..."

"Someone took something from the Chen family..."

"I only found out later..."

He started coughing violently.

Black blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Bufan immediately took half a step forward.

Old Chen shook his head desperately.

"Don't come any closer!"

"As soon as you came over..."

"The coffin will wake up even faster..."

Chen Bufan stopped.

His gaze fell on the black needles.

The black needle wasn't simply meant to kill Chen Laojiu.

It's more like using Chen Laojiu's life to maintain some kind of call.

Chen Lao Jiu was a former servant of the Chen family.

He was imbued with the life force of the Chen family's ancestral home.

He was also involved in the karma of the Chen family's main lineage.

Using it to summon the coffin can draw out the energy of the Chen family.

But not enough.

The only thing that can truly open the coffin of fate is the blood of the Chen family.

Chen Bufan looked down at his hands.

He finally understood.

Chen Laojiu is the catalyst.

He himself is the key.

Lin Wanqing understood and immediately said:

"Save Chen Laojiu first."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Do not remove the needle."

Zhang Shouyuan said:

"Black needles connect to the coffin."

"If you pull it, the things inside the coffin will rush out along the lifeline."

The old Taoist priest Qingyang asked:

"What should we do then?"

Chen Bufan looked down at the coffin.

There was a ring of dark red runes at the bottom of the coffin.

The runes extended all the way to the floor tiles in the center of the rear hall.

That should be the wellhead.

The well was sealed under the floor tiles.

The coffin was placed on top of the well.

Chen Laojiu knelt in front of the coffin.

The three elements form a situation.

The talisman was pressed down by the well.

He was kept in a coffin.

Chen Laojiu led the way.

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"First, break the coffin bottom formation."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed.

"Forced termination?"

"Um."

"Your life force is currently unstable."

Zhang Shouyuan said in a deep voice:

"You just opened the second level of the Mysterious Inquiry Hall. If you break the Fate Coffin Formation now, you will suffer a backlash."

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

"Are there any other options?"

Zhang Shouyuan remained silent.

No.

There's not enough time.

The life force within Chen Laojiu is being drained away bit by bit.

The heartbeat inside the coffin grew increasingly steady.

If this drags on any longer, it won't just be Chen Laojiu who dies.

The things inside the coffin will also wake up.

Chen Bufan took out the "Record of Destiny".

As soon as the book was opened, the heartbeat inside the coffin suddenly stopped for a moment.

Everyone in the back hall felt a gaze upon them.

Like something in a coffin, looking at Chen Bufan through the wooden planks.

next second.

A very soft laugh came from inside the coffin.

"Oh……"

The laughter was neither male nor female.

Not old, not young.

It sounded like many voices overlapping, or like something that had just learned to speak, making its first sound.

Lin Wanqing suddenly pointed her gun at the black coffin.

"Who?"

The coffin remained unmoved.

But then the laughter rang out again.

"The Chen family..."

"The fortune teller..."

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

"Chen Daoyuan?"

The voice inside the coffin laughed.

"He is the one who created me."

"It wasn't me."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed drastically.

"A life created..."

Chen Bufan stared at the black coffin.

"What exactly are you?"

There was a moment of silence inside the coffin.

Then, the voice slowly rang out:

"life."

"New life."

Chen Laojiu's expression changed drastically, and he shook his head frantically.

"Young Master..."

"Don't listen to what it says..."

"It's not ready yet..."

"It's tempting you to open the coffin..."

The voice inside the coffin chuckled softly.

"Old man."

"You talk too much."

The words fell.

The black needles on Chen Laojiu's body trembled at the same time.

"Well!"

Chen Laojiu suddenly arched his body, and a mouthful of black blood gushed from his mouth.

Chen Bufan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"court death."

The death money flew out and hit the black line on the surface of the coffin.

clang!

The money meant for the deceased hit the coffin lid.

The black markings lit up.

A powerful counterforce suddenly exploded outwards.

Chen Bufan took a half step back, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Zhang Shouyuan immediately said:

"Don't try to force your way into the coffin!"

"The coffin of fate will turn around and devour your life!"

Chen Bufan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The voice from inside the coffin laughed even more deeply.

"The blood of the Chen family..."

"It's really good."

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Chen Bufan looked up.

"You were waiting for me?"

A heartbeat could be heard coming from inside the coffin.

thump.

thump.

thump.

It's a little faster than before.

The voice sounded excited.

"I've waited many years."

"Chen Daoyuan said."

"The blood of the Chen family's main lineage can save my last life."

Chen Lao Jiu shouted with all his might:

"Young Master!"

"Walk!"

"Leave me alone!"

"It needs your blood to survive!"

Lin Wanqing immediately stepped in front of Chen Bufan.

"Chen Bufan, do not approach."

Chen Bufan looked at Chen Laojiu, then at the coffin.

If he retreats, Chen Laojiu will surely die.

If he enters, the coffin may be able to save his life through his blood.

Chen Daoyuan's scheme was ruthless precisely because of this.

Use Chen Laojiu to force him to come.

They forced him to save them by using the coffin containing their life.

As long as he touches the Chen family's blood, the thing in the coffin will awaken.

The voice inside the coffin suddenly let out a soft sigh.

"The Chen family."

"Still the same."

"Always trying to save people who shouldn't be saved."

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

"You haven't fulfilled your destiny yet."

"Does he even have the right to talk about people?"

There was a moment of silence inside the coffin.

Then, a low chuckle was heard.

The laughter grew clearer and clearer.

He's becoming more and more like a person.

But it doesn't look like a living person.

"The blood of the Chen family..."

"It's finally here."