Qin Hao and the other three hurried over, Qin Hao's face still showing a hint of paleness.

He had just fought a 1v1 battle with the black-robed man, going three hundred rounds before narrowly winning by a single move and injuring the black-robed man.

The group of black-robed men had also kept their promise, immediately retreating after losing to him.

However, when he continued to pursue Qiao Yu with his men, he saw the scene before him!

Qin Xuan was dead! And Qiao Yu, the one who had snatched the Ghost Eye from Qin Xuan, was standing to the side!

Qin Hao's pupils instantly shrank. Qin Xuan's mother was the sister of Ji Pingyang, the number one sword cultivator, and Qin Xuan's father was one of the direct descendants in power in the Qin family.

Qin Xuan was dead… This was nothing short of a major earthquake.

Qin Fenglu and the two Qin sisters, Qin Ke and Qin Xin'er, behind him also showed expressions of fear.

Outside the Ghost Mountain dungeon, the copper mirror's perspective followed Qin Hao. They also did not see Lin Lang, only Qin Xuan's corpse and Qiao Yu standing beside it.

The Qin family head, Qin Cangtian, slowly stood up, his gray hair covering a stern, imposing face.

He was the head of the Qin family, and also Qin Xuan's grandfather.

He hadn't reacted at all when the Ghost Eye was snatched away before, but the death of his grandson finally made this weathered old man unable to sit still.

"Tang Wumou, your son-in-law must be handed over to my Qin family." Qin Cangtian's words were domineering and unquestionable.

He was not discussing with Tang Wumou at all, but issuing an order!

The power of the Qin family, the head of the four great families, was evident.

Tang Wumou lowered his eyes, as if he hadn't heard, or perhaps he was tacitly agreeing to Qin Cangtian's words.

Qin Cangtian turned to look at Qin Qianxue, a look of disappointment appearing on his face.

"Remember, Xuan'er's death was due to your poor judgment of character."

Qin Qianxue's face instantly turned pale. Qin Cangtian's words were like a needle piercing her heart, causing her great pain.

She had previously told the others in the Qin family that she had met a very interesting little brother in the Dichun Lake.

But this little brother she spoke of had personally killed her niece, Qin Qianxue's own nephew…

Shit!

Qiao Yu in the Ghost Mountain dungeon was instantly stunned. The black-robed man had been blasted into dregs, and Lin Lang had left.

He was the only one left here with Qin Xuan's corpse, and Qin Hao and the others happened to arrive at this moment. This was truly like falling into a pit of mud – even if it wasn't shit, it still smelled like it.

"If I said, I didn't kill Qin Xuan, would you believe me?" Qiao Yu asked with some resentment.

"What do you think?" Qin Hao had already drawn his sword, ready to strike at any moment.

"Understood, farewell!"

Qiao Yu raised the Corpse Ancestor Ring towards Qin Hao and slipped away with a *swoosh*.

In any case, Qin Hao and the others would definitely not listen to his explanation. Was he supposed to stay and take the blame for Lin Lang?

"Don't run!"

Qin Hao and the others gave chase. The murderer was right in front of them, and they certainly couldn't stand idly by.

"Don't chase, I really didn't kill Qin Xuan, and I don't have any Ji Zhi cough syrup on me!" Qiao Yu said with a headache.

"If you didn't kill him, why are you running? Stop!" Qin Hao shouted.

If he didn't run, they would have chopped him up already!

Qiao Yu cursed inwardly. Lin Lang had gotten his revenge and left him to bear such a huge burden.

None of the Qin family were known for their speed, and Qin Hao had even had half of his agility stolen by Qiao Yu.

After several maneuvers, Qiao Yu quickly left the Qin family far behind.

However, there was no joy on Qiao Yu's face.

Qin Hao and the others were a minor problem. The main thing was that they all believed that he had killed Qin Xuan. Once they left the Ghost Mountain dungeon, he was afraid he would be in a lot of trouble…

"Forget it, I'll deal with whatever comes! Anyway, I didn't kill Qin Xuan!"

Qiao Yu shook his head, shaking all those worries out of his mind. The first task before him now was to restore his memory. Everything else could wait.

Speaking of which, Zhang Erhe clearly said he would be waiting for him up ahead. He had run so far, why hadn't he seen Zhang Erhe yet?

Qiao Yu looked up and saw that he wasn't far from the summit of Ghost Mountain.

"Huff! Finally here!"

On the other side, Zhang Erhe, carrying two swords, breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the dilapidated temple in front of him.

"According to master, Grandmaster Yuankong's remains and the sect's lost magical artifact should be in this temple."

Zhang Erhe muttered to himself, looking back down the mountain.

"Brother Qiao Yu, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. This trip is too dangerous, I can't let you come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Erhe resolutely strode into the dilapidated temple.

The temple seemed to have been carved out after hollowing out a piece of Ghost Mountain.

The temple's decorations were very simple and unadorned. There were murals on the walls, the lines were rough, but a few strokes vividly depicted the scenes, full of spirit.

Zhang Erhe carefully observed them as he wiped away the dust from the murals. The murals seemed to depict a scene of an enlightened monk saving fierce ghosts on Ghost Mountain.

"This should be Grandmaster Yuankong's story..." Zhang Erhe muttered to himself.

Then, Zhang Erhe came to the main hall of the temple, which housed a nearly two-meter-high Buddha statue. The Buddha's neck was adorned with something. When Zhang Erhe saw it, his eyes lit up.

Because he was very familiar with this thing, exactly the same as he remembered!

It was a somewhat rusty bronze compass, divided into upper and lower layers. The patterns, shape, and sense of age were all very ancient, obviously quite old.

And this bronze compass was precisely the magical artifact of the Daoist sect that had been lost, one of Zhang Erhe's goals for this trip!

Just as Zhang Erhe was about to take down the bronze compass, he suddenly noticed that the Buddha statue in front of him was a bit strange!

Logically speaking, Buddha statues should have solemn, compassionate, sacred, and inviolable faces.

But the Buddha statue in front of him was dark all over, with a hideous face, a long tongue and a strange mouth, blood-red eyes, and a terrifying smile on his face.

This Buddha was clearly holding his hands together, wearing Buddhist beads and a monk's robe, but he gave Zhang Erhe a terrifying feeling, like a vicious ghost.

This was clearly an evil Buddha!

"Hehe, Daoist, it's been a long time since a Daoist was able to come to this place."

A somewhat hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the temple.

"Who is it, come out!"

Zhang Erhe pulled out the peach wood sword on his back with a solemn expression.

"No need to be nervous, whether cultivating Buddhism or Daoism, it's all for the benefit of the world and the salvation of all living beings. We are all one family."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden Buddha light lit up from the depths of the temple, and an old monk wearing a golden kasaya and holding a crystal staff walked out from the depths of the Buddha light.

He looked at Zhang Erhe with long eyebrows and large ears, a benevolent expression on his face, appearing like an enlightened monk.

Just one look at the old monk could give people a sense of peace of mind.

But Zhang Erhe was completely stunned at this moment.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"You! You are Grandmaster Yuankong! You're still alive!" Zhang Erhe's voice was filled with excitement.

"Amitabha!"

Grandmaster Yuankong placed his right hand in front of his chest and recited a Buddhist prayer.

"If Ghost Mountain is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha! Only after all beings are saved can I attain Bodhi."