Chapter 97 Family Empire
Chapter 97 Family Empire
"Okay, open the coffin."
Ning Zhe threw the heavy iron chain aside, and he and Lan Shiwen each grabbed one side of the coffin lid and lifted it up at the same time.
The tightly fitted coffin lid and coffin body were broken open, and the lacquer powdered and scattered downwards, with a faint smell of oil and the smell of deteriorated protein emanating from it. The two men lifted the coffin lid together and placed it on the open space next to the iron chain. In the pale coffin, there lay a dry old corpse wrapped in a thin scholar's robe, with a hunched body, sagging face, and scattered teeth in his mouth. He was at least over 70 years old when he died.
"Huanghuali wood? Good stuff." Ning Zhe touched the wood revealed under the broken lacquer. It was a beautiful amber-like color. It was much more magnificent than the thin paulownia wood coffin in which Ji Bochang died.
This coffin is not made of multiple pieces of wood, but is carved from a whole piece of thick log. The outside is soaked in lacquer and then painted white, without a single crack. Even though it has been sunk to the bottom of the pool for who knows how many years, the body in the coffin is still dry.
Under the corpse was a thick layer of neatly stacked copper coins, which covered the entire bottom of the coffin in a square shape and served as a mattress for the corpse.
"Old thing, you'll have to sleep with money as a pillow even when you die." Ning Zhe moved the old corpse out of the coffin and threw it on the shore of the pond. The ghost in the coffin had been taken away by someone, so there was nothing to be afraid of with a dead body.
"Wait, this corpse..." Lan Shiwen squatted down and lifted the Confucian robe on the chest of the old corpse. A strange branch-like pattern appeared on the corpse's skinny chest covered with age spots.
"What's wrong?" Ning Zhe also looked at the tree branch patterns on the chest of the corpse.
"This body belongs to Ji Bochang." Lan Shiwen wrapped up the Confucian robe that had been opened. "Although the body itself has been decayed beyond recognition, I recognize the lightning-struck wood tattoo on its chest. It is Ji Bochang."
But if the corpse in this coffin is Ji Bochang, then whose is the corpse possessed by the God of Wealth and wandering in Yunmengze?
Both of them felt a strange sense of urgency, as if someone was telling them that if they didn't do something quickly, something irreversible might happen.
Lan Shiwen closed the coffin lid again, tied it up with an iron chain, and said, "Let's go out and find the God of Wealth to buy our lives."
"Okay." Ning Zhe didn't say much. The two of them were not archaeologists or exploration enthusiasts who were trying to uncover the dusty past. They were just here to look for Ji Bochang's legacy. Now that they had found it, they would leave quickly. Staying in this haunted house for one more minute would be fatal.
With the protection of the snake god's rules and Lan Shiwen's ability to predict the future to avoid danger, the two of them had a safe journey. Together, they dragged the heavy coffin filled with copper coins and successfully returned to the gate they came from.
But the door was closed.
"What's going on?" Ning Zhe turned to look at Lan Shiwen. He clearly remembered that when the two of them came in, Lan Shiwen deliberately did not close the gate of Juxian Garden, and did not even remove the key from the door lock. They came in directly.
How could Lan Shiwen, who can predict the future, make such a mistake?
of course not.
"Sure enough..." Lan Shiwen looked unsurprised. He stared at the locked door in front of him and smiled: "They are here."
"Them? Who?"
"A bunch of idiots who want to rule the country." Lan Shiwen said lightly, "Not many people can find this place. Tu Yu is outside, Wu Tong is dead, and the rest are from the old Yin family."
"The Yin family..." Ning Zhe frowned slightly. He had already thought of something.
He still remembered what Lan Shiwen had said before, that Juxian Garden was once a Taoist temple in ancient times, and the official who converted the Taoist temple into a summer resort was named Yin.
Have the descendants of that official returned here?
"That's right, the owner of this Juxian Garden is the descendant of the Yin family." Lan Shiwen's expression was a little stiff, and he nodded and said, "They came back as soon as Ji Bochang died. I'm afraid they came for the ghosts in Juxian Garden."
Ning Zhe noticed the strangeness in Lan Shiwen's words and asked, "Do you have a grudge against them?" "A deep blood feud" Lan Shiwen said without hesitation, "To be precise, I killed their entire family."
"What the hell." Ning Zhe was shocked.
"It's not all my fault." Lan Shiwen walked to the door, reached out and touched the bright red lacquered door panel, and said lightly:
"In 2000, during the Millennium Massacre, Tu Yu, Fen Wu, Wu Tong... and I, the four of us killed all members of the old Yin family, from the very old head of the family to the hungry babies and even the cleaners. We wiped out the entire family, leaving no one alive."
"…But I was only 2000 years old in 4, and was held in Tu Yu's arms. I don't remember the situation very clearly."
"4 years old?" Ning Zhe was shocked again.
But on second thought, the rules that Lan Shiwen mastered are still terrifying even for a 4-year-old child.
"Can I ask why you killed the whole family?" Ning Zhe asked.
"Do you need a reason to kill the dogs of the aristocratic families?" Lan Shiwen sneered, "A bunch of idiots who want to rule the world are no different from the alligator gar in the koi pond. Killing them can be considered a contribution to society."
Everyone is destined to die, and the same applies to those who have been promoted. Even the God of Wealth who can trade human lives as money cannot escape the fate of death.
Some ascended beings will go crazy before they die and vent their fear of death on innocent mortals. Ji Bochang is such a madman.
Some ascenders will calmly accept death, tell other ascenders the rules they know and ask them to collect their bodies to prevent strange events from happening in reality.
Some upgraded people are even more greedy. Before they die, they will tell their chosen children the rules they know and how to crack them, so that their descendants can seamlessly master their rules after their death. The controllable rules will always be in their bloodline, and they will be superior from generation to generation.
The ascenders who possess extraordinary powers use blood ties as a bond to stably pass on the rules they know. These are what Lan Shiwen calls the dogs of aristocratic families, a group of "idiots who rule the country with their own family."
"Relying on the stable inheritance of blood ties, this group of people think they can ride on the heads of ordinary people and bully others for generations."
Lan Shiwen said softly: "The independent players who became upgraders by breaking the rules looked down on these idiots the most, so there was the Millennium Massacre later."
From 1999 to 2000, in just one year, tens of thousands of people were killed in Yunzhou alone, and countless more died in other provinces.
The independent upgraders from all over Kyushu slaughtered this group of self-righteous aristocratic families from top to bottom. The Millennium Massacre was just the beginning. There was another massacre in 2008 and again in 2012. The independent upgraders have been killing the aristocratic families over and over again, year after year. Until now, there is no family that has not been broken off in the land of Kyushu.
However, in Lan Shiwen's view, this is far from enough.
"Fen Wu was too soft-hearted back then and didn't kill all the Yin family members. After Wu Tong's death, a few stray dogs couldn't help but sneak back to Juxian Garden. I'm afraid they are still thinking about reviving their ancestral business."
Lan Shiwen laughed, revealing a row of neat white teeth:
"They still dare to show up now. It seems that these dogs from aristocratic families deserve to be slaughtered again."
(End of this chapter)