After hearing what the old man said, Fang Xiaohan reacted instantly.

"Let me go... Is the young master not dead?"

Immediately, he looked at the figure opposite with a wary expression: "Who are you?"

I saw that the man was wearing coarse linen clothes, his appearance was half-disfigured, and one leg and one arm were broken respectively. He was standing on one leg and leaning on a bone crutch. At first glance, he looked particularly strange.

"Hehehe... Who are you asking me? You carry the blood of my family, but you don't recognize your ancestors?"

"Ancestor? Ah?"

Fang Xiaohan pointed to the opposite side again, and then pointed to himself.

"Are you mine?"

The weirdo nodded: "Yes!"

Fang Xiaohan rolled his eyes, turned and left.

As he walked, he muttered: "I've been doing this for a long time. I'm a brainless person. Forget it, let's find a place to heal!"

Fang Xiaohan walked around the underground palace, but couldn't see any exit, only a black circle of light on the top.

He originally wanted to fly up to discuss the matter, but he was entangled by the miasma and his entire cultivation was suppressed. Now it was extremely difficult to move, let alone fly.

After going around in a circle, seeing that there was nothing he could do, Fang Xiaohan returned to the weird man's side.

"Hey... man! Is there any other exit here?"

The weirdo smiled coldly: "Didn't you say that the old man's brain is not working well? Why do you still ask?"

Fang Xiaohan quickly changed his face: "Hehe... you heard it wrong. I said that your brain is easy to use, so hehe?"

The weird man's smile grew thicker: "Haha! There's no point in flattering me. This is the bottom of the abyss, and the only exit is the light curtain on top. But, do you have the strength to climb up now?"

"Hey...you underestimate me, don't you?"

After hearing this, Fang Xiaohan immediately sat cross-legged and activated the technique.

However, he just got lucky.

"hiss……"

> The miasma in the meridians instantly became extremely active, and the severe pain and itching all over his body made him gasp subconsciously.

"Stop struggling, the miasma of Guiyuan has entered your body. With your body of flesh and blood, the fact that you can survive until now is all thanks to the cold marrow of my underground palace!"

"The miasma of Guiyuan? The cold marrow of the underground palace? What the hell?"

I had to ask, but the weirdo asked back: "Boy, are you really not curious about who I am?"

Fang Xiaohan was speechless: "Uh...does who you are have anything to do with me?"

The weirdo twitched his lips and his tone became more serious: "Ignorant young man! Summer insects cannot speak of ice!"

Although Fang Xiaohan was really not curious about who this guy was, it seemed that the other person had been staying in this ghost place for a long time. It was more like a trick than it was, so he took over the conversation: "What do you mean?

Say, who are you?"

Seeing Fang Xiaohan take the move, the weirdo suddenly showed joy, danced and sang and danced: "Hahaha... me? Junior, please listen to me! I am Wuzhi Qi... Wuzhi Qi!"

Hahaha……"

"..."

"Uh...Wuzhiqi? Who are you?"

Seeing Fang Xiaohan's reaction, Wuzhiqi's eyes suddenly became dull.

"Haven't you heard of me? Haven't you heard of me?"

As he spoke, his expression gradually became crazy again. He grabbed Fang Xiaohan's shoulders with both hands and shook them crazily.

"How could you not have heard of me?"

Fang Xiaohan was a little dizzy from being shaken by this guy.

"Hey...hey, I'm not a brother...eldest brother...ancestor...can you calm down!"

Wuzhiqi stopped then, and then said: "If you think about it again, it's impossible that you haven't heard of me..."

Fang Xiaohan's eyes almost rolled to the sky, and he just said it was bad luck that he was living here and met a mentally disturbed lunatic.

"Hey...brother, can you give me some tips? Maybe I've heard of it but just forgot about it?"

Although he didn't have any hope for the other party's identity, in order to prevent this guy from going crazy, he had no choice but to go along with what the other party said.

"I... Wuzhi Qi! Wuzhi Qi, one of the twelve ancestral witches!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

Fang Xiaohan was indeed not familiar with the name Wuzhiqi.

But the Twelve Ancestral Witches sounded so familiar.

"Ancestral witch... wait... ancestral witch? Are you an ancestral witch?"

Seeing Fang Xiaohan's reaction, Wuzhiqi suddenly changed his expression: "Really? I am the last ancestral witch in all the worlds! Wuzhiqi, one of the twelve ancestral witches, I knew that you were pregnant with a witch.

With demonic bloodline and practicing witchcraft, it’s impossible not to know about me..."

It is said that in Fang Xiaohan's inner world, there are many old guys with only residual souls left.

Along the way, these old guys taught Fang Xiaohan his skills and gave him magical powers. Among them, there was a guy who called himself the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The Ancestral Witches' Moon-Eating Technique was taught by that guy.

"Wait a minute... I'm looking for someone!"

Saying that, Fang Xiaohan endured the severe pain and opened the world inside his body.

"Then who! Come out!"

After receiving Fang Xiaohan's cry, all the old guys in his inner world were immediately dissatisfied.

"You brat, what are you yelling about? If you fart, hurry up!"

"Uh... whoever is from the ancestral witch lineage, please come out. There are people of your kind out there!"

At this time, a residual soul floated from the depths of the world inside his body.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. My line of ancestral witches has been wiped out long ago. How can I still have my kin?"

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Then, the remnant soul turned into a ray of light, arrived at the underground palace at the bottom of the lake, and transformed into a red-haired middle-aged man.

"You...you are..."

However, when he saw this person, Wuzhiqi suddenly lost his composure: "Jiuyin...Brother Jiuyin!"

Hearing the words "Brother Jiuyin", the remnant soul trembled slightly and turned around sharply. When he saw that person, he was stunned for a long time before tentatively asking: "Are you... Zhi Qi?"

Wuzhiqi suddenly became excited: "Brother Jiuyin! It's really you... you... you actually still have a trace of your soul alive! It's great, hahaha... it's great... I didn't expect that one day,

It’s great to see you again, woo woo woo…”

Seeing his old friend, Wuzhi Qi was extremely happy and sad, crying and laughing at the same time.

Zhu Jiuyin's face was also full of sighs: "I thought your ancestral witch lineage had been extinct, but I didn't expect that you are still alive..."

With tears streaming down his face, Wuzhiqi recounted his sad experience over the years word by word: "After you died in the battle, Emperor Shitian and the Fenghou clan teamed up to kill all my ancestral witches. I had a chance to escape by feigning death.

Live a life! So I practiced desperately, just to avenge the ancestral witch lineage! I... I almost succeeded! Just a little bit, if it weren't for the Heng Dao people who disrupted the situation! I would have killed him...

…”

Hearing this, Zhu Jiuyin smiled bitterly: "When will the injustice be repaid? What happened back then...it's time to let go!"

"No... we can't let it go!" Wuzhiqi's eyes were red, and he was shouting hysterically: "If Emperor Shitian doesn't die, I won't be able to let it go!"

"Then you can let it go now!" Feng Wuchen rolled his eyes and said.

"Why?"

"Because... Emperor Shitian is dead!"

"Dead..."

Wuzhiqi looked stunned, but his expression was full of disbelief.

"How did he die?"
Chapter completed!