Chapter 829: Chapter 513: Longevity Talisman, Hermit (2)
If this power appears on him again, he will only be able to fight back with all his might. There is no way he will allow himself to be manipulated by someone, especially such a mysterious and unfathomable enemy whose strength he cannot perceive.
Yet before the icy power arrived, he suddenly felt a tremendous force from behind his neck, lifting him up!
It was a hand filled with golden shimmer, belonging to Wang Zhifan, who for some reason broke through his perception speed and grabbed him before he could react.
"Everyone! I shall let you see the truth of your companion right now!"
After grabbing and lifting up the young man in the suit, Wang Zhifan then tore open the suit in front of the four others he had frozen, revealing his heart.
It was a grim and horrifying wound, allowing a direct view of the heart beating inside, with tiny metallic blocks inside absorbing blood.
This scene was extremely impactful, making the eyes of the frozen group tremble, showing disbelief.
Even two ghosts still under the control of the middle-aged woman in white, Mr. Zhao, halted their attack on Wang Zhifan.
"Do you see it! Your friend is no longer who he used to be! He has been replaced by the zombie from the coffin!"
Wang Zhifan continued, his hand emitting golden shimmer, holding the young man in the suit tightly. Despite the opponent bursting out with the power of a millenium zombie, they were unable to escape his grasp.
After all, Wang Zhifan’s personal attributes were extraordinarily high, far beyond normal human comparison, and with multiple supernatural powers, suppressing a zombie was not a difficult task.
Then, he stretched another golden-glowing hand towards the young man’s heart, quickly extracting the small metallic block not even the size of a peanut.
In his view, this item was crucial for zombies to possess humans and was very likely an epic artifact.
As expected, when he focused his gaze on it, text information from the supernatural game unfolded before his eyes.
[Longevity Talisman (Epic)]
[This talisman is rumored to be created by ancient corpse refiners seeking immortality, who refine themselves into corpses in pursuit of eternal life, breaking the limitation of bodily decay.]
[From Death to Life: A person with this unused talisman in their body will transform into a zombie after death through lengthy sleep, retaining most of their prior consciousness, becoming stronger the longer they sleep.]
[Endless Life: A used Longevity Talisman focuses the user’s soul and power, allowing possession of another human through temporary departure from the body, completely devouring the target’s soul, inheriting their memory.]
[Note: The Longevity Talisman can only have one user; if you want to switch users, you must first completely eliminate the soul power within the talisman.]
"It’s actually an epic item... but its effects are somewhat sinister, not meaningful for me... I’ll obliterate the original soul within it first."
Holding the very small Longevity Talisman, Wang Zhifan felt it vibrating intensely in his palm, sometimes struggling to escape his grip, sometimes trying to burrow into his skin to possess him.
Yet his bodily strength was far beyond normal human comparison, and he had utilized the protective golden light from cultivating the Infinite Golden Body Skill, causing this metallic block containing an ancient soul to wholly fail to escape his hold, only allowing him to toy with it.
He then used the power of the Great Dream Saber Scripture and even rarely activated the Tiger Soul True Pattern to apply soul damage, vigorously scourging the Longevity Talisman back and forth, vanquishing the soul inside within two seconds, leaving it empty.
Casually placing the formatted epic item into his Space Ring, he then released the hand holding the young man in the suit.
The opponent had now become a soulless corpse, collapsing onto the ground, with body temperature rapidly fading, entering cold death.
"Compared to this Longevity Talisman, I’m more interested in the things you hold, hoping you won’t act foolishly."
Wang Zhifan’s gaze then swept across the NPCs he had frozen, speaking to them.
These NPCs hadn’t been killed by him, only unable to move freely, intended to witness his demonstration revealing a certain existence’s secrets.
This behavior didn’t hold much significance. If Wang Zhifan sought maximum efficiency, he would have directly killed them all to save trouble, but he hadn’t done so merely due to unnecessary disinterest.
He first collectively dispelled the frozen state of all, letting them reclaim their freedom of movement.
Then he walked past each frozen NPC, taking their cherished items.
Such as the golden Eight-sided Han Sword held by the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit, the silver gun held by the man in green military uniform, and the black yin jar held by the white-clothed woman.
No one resisted him during the process, including the white-clothed woman capable of controlling two ghosts by thought also didn’t resist, watching as their treasures were taken away.
This reflected the generally sound intelligence of these people, understanding the mysterious man in a bamboo hat before them was immensely powerful, knowing resistance was suicidal, opting instead for compliance to seek survival.
"Haha... Seeing your cooperation, I feel embarrassed to go further, farewell."
Originally, Wang Zhifan was prepared to effortlessly eliminate these NPCs, should anyone have succumbed to attacking, but in the end, everyone remained measured, with none attempting futile resistance.
He wasn’t bloodthirsty, nor intended to linger, unconcerned about future repercussions, promptly vanishing, invisibly leaving the underground palace.
Before leaving, he controlled the yin jar to retrieve the two ghosts and a bald zombie, thereby adding three fighters to his ranks.
It wasn’t until more than ten seconds after his figure disappeared, that the four in the palace passage let out a long sigh of relief, all taking deep breaths.
"Who exactly was that? Mr. Zhang, I’ve been to the Land of the Dead Soul a few times before, and never encountered such a terrifying figure... Felt like I couldn’t breathe around him..."
Mr. Zhang, the short, black-clothed man, was filled with lingering fear.
He was the weakest among the four, but his senses cultivated from years of adventure weren’t poor, thus he understood how extraordinary the youth who appeared earlier was.
"Indeed, extremely powerful, we have no means to resist him... Meanwhile, his identity is mysterious, very likely not from the outside... Maybe one of those rumored hermits cultivating in the Land of the Dead Soul."
The sturdy, middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit nodded in agreement, deducing Wang Zhifan’s identity.
"Hermits cultivating in the Land of the Dead Soul? Are there really such people?"
The man in green military uniform was somewhat incredulous upon hearing this.
"That seems the only explanation..."
The middle-aged woman in white nodded in agreement.
"Possessing various strange powers, so strong that we can’t comprehend, let alone confront, only those hermits said to inherit from ancient times might have this capability."
She thought for a moment and added.
"Alas... Really unlucky this time, not only did we not find the object, but someone also died, and even lost our treasures..."
"Surviving the encounter with that guy is already commendable."
"In my view, encountering him was true luck, otherwise who knew one of us had been replaced? If we returned like that, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"True enough."
...
These people chatted while tidying up the young man in the suit’s corpse and the jade coffin for return, unaware that their discussion caused information to flash before Wang Zhifan, who had gone far away.
[You have been granted the title "Hermit" by NPCs.]
[Hermit: When you wish to remain unnoticed, you can blend into any crowd, making it difficult for others to find you.]
