Chapter 1 The Heavy Burden of Karma

The two words "karma" were too heavy, so heavy that they didn't sound like they should be coming from the mouth of such a small child, but he spoke with such earnestness. At that moment, something indescribable stirred, and the gears of fate meshed, slowly dragging an inevitable ending towards them from afar.

But at that moment, Wen Zhao didn't care about the gazes of the crowd. He slowly unfurled the newspaper scroll in his hand, and a heavy sense of antiquity permeated the air, as if he were not unfolding a scroll, but an entire forgotten chapter of history.

Images flickered within the scroll, and time flowed. After a moment, several figures dressed in completely different eras slowly emerged, as if walking directly out of the dust of history.

The leader was naturally Marquis Wangyan. Most of the people present had never seen him before and couldn't help but retreat, startled by his terrifying face.

Standing beside Marquis Wangyan were several others, both men and women, dressed in different styles. There was a dance girl in a qipao with heavy makeup, and a young gentleman with a top hat, gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a suit and leather shoes.

As Marquis Wangyan appeared, black ash began to float in the air. He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng and Fatty, and everyone could feel the complexity in his eyes. For some reason, Fatty suddenly recalled the destiny that Marquis Wangyan had once mentioned to him.

It seemed that something was pulling him and the doctor together, making them meet at a fixed time and separate at a predetermined moment, without even having time to say a proper goodbye.

"Daddy!" Wen Zhao's crisp voice interrupted everyone's thoughts, and he rushed out to hug Marquis Wangyan's arm.

Marquis Wangyan sighed softly, stroking Wen Zhao's head with his rough palm. "Wen Zhao, you didn't Wangyan to your brothers, did you?"

Wen Zhao shook his little head firmly. "No."

Marquis Wangyan nodded and looked at a person beside him, an old man with a feather fan, with an aura of righteousness. "Brother Qigong, I'll have to trouble you," Marquis Wangyan said.

The old man slowly raised the feather fan in his hand, and without any visible movement, everyone was surprised to find that the white mist below the giant pit was boiling, and then dissipated at an extremely fast speed.

The Marquis Wangyan who appeared after the disappearance of the white mist gave Jiang Cheng a strange feeling, as if he knew everything, and was fully aware of everything that had happened before. The fact that he could bring this old man who could dispel the white mist also confirmed this point.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, a figure in the very center of the giant pit was exposed. The crowd couldn't help but gasp when they saw the figure.

It was something that could barely be recognized as a human shape, as if it had been severely burned by strong light, and the whole person had become like a piece of charcoal.

The human figure still maintained the posture before death, leaning back as much as possible, with only the remaining left arm maintaining a defensive action, while the right arm and half of the body had disappeared. The wound was shocking, as if it had been torn off alive by a huge force.

"It's the old chairman..." someone said in a hoarse voice.

Being able to maintain a relatively complete corpse in the center of the giant pit, everyone couldn't think of anything else.

But now, judging by the looks of it, the old chairman was dead as can be.

And in addition to the old chairman, all of the Night Watchmen, whether it was the Precept-Breaking Monk who could compete with Wu, or the commander of the Night Watchmen, Bing Zhu Ren, had all disappeared, leaving not even a small piece of corpse behind.

"Ugh..."

Standing at the end of the team, Su An suddenly trembled violently, staring at the old chairman's remains as if he had seen a ghost.

In the next second, to everyone's shock, the old chairman's remains suddenly moved, although the amplitude was very small, it really moved.

The skin that had been burnt into a semi-crystalline state was torn little by little with the movement, and black mist began to surge out of the disfigured face. As the mist gradually solidified, two milky white eyeballs appeared in the old chairman's dark eye sockets.

"He's not dead yet!"

Such a terrifying weapon had not killed the old chairman. This discovery made everyone's newly relaxed hearts rise again. They couldn't guess what kind of monster this was.

At this moment, someone had already taken the lead, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe. Wu appeared in front of the old chairman in a flash, and slashed at his head with a knife. But in the next second, the blade was grabbed by the old chairman's hand. The collision between the two actually made a sound of metal striking, and the ever-victorious blade could not break through the old chairman's palm at this moment.

Countless vines pierced out from the ground, instantly covering the old chairman's entire body. Master Shui also made a move. Wu's slash sounded the horn of attack. Lady Dahe, old general Yan Can, the embalmer, Granny Guimian, and even Su Xiaoxiao, who was guarding beside her younger brother, also rushed up.

The old chairman was at the end of his rope no matter what. If he was given a chance to breathe, everyone here would die.

"Fight him!"

After these people, the remaining folk experts also took action one after another. In an instant, countless moves hit the old chairman. No one had any reservations, and the anger suppressed in their hearts burst out all at once.

But even though the old chairman only had his remaining body, his strength was still unfathomable. Ordinary moves didn't need to be dodged at all. Only the few people in the very center were surrounding the old chairman and maneuvering around him.

The green vines exploded under the old chairman's casual wave, and Master Shui, who was hidden among them, was forced to escape in embarrassment. If it wasn't for Lady Dahe's support, Master Shui would have suffered a big loss from this one move.

Old General Yan Can smashed the old chairman's shoulder with a stick, and the huge force smashed half of his body into the ground, but the damage caused was minimal. The old chairman grabbed the long stick with his backhand, and a strange force came along the other end of the long stick. A surprising scene appeared, and the original stone stick gradually became transparent, showing the prelude to crystallization. In the next second, the stone stick shattered with a bang, and old General Yan Can also spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out.

"The shoulder! His shoulder is the flaw!" Old General Yan Can struggled to get up and shouted at the crowd.

Xia Tan had injured the old chairman's shoulder 20 years ago, and Gong Zhe also severely injured the same position with that folding knife 20 years later. If you had to say that such a thing would have a flaw, it must be there.

Wu moved upon hearing this, and a plain slash was made. In an instant, the light of the knife was layered upon layer, like surging waves, but as the old chairman stretched out his hand and squeezed hard, thousands of knife lights shattered with a bang.

But in the next second, two small black hands reached out from behind the old chairman, one touching the milky white eyeball, and the other touching the old chairman's mouth, which only had two rows of black and yellow teeth left.

As that hand touched it, the milky white eyeball in the left eye disappeared, but the hand that touched the mouth was bitten hard. The old chairman grabbed the screaming but unable to escape monster infant with his backhand, tore his cheeks, opened his mouth to an incredible angle, and bit off the monster infant's head in one bite.