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What the hell is this grudge about!
I was startled by this Necromancer and truly underestimated his ferocity; he was nothing short of a madman!
No wonder people often say that Necromancers in Southeast Asia are all perverts. At night, they either deal with the dead or take items from the living to enhance their powers. Each one of them has some psychological issues. In our country, they would immediately be labeled as villains, part of the dark side of martial arts, basically like rats crossing the street!
Right now, I was still suspended in mid-air, unable to land, making any effective counterattack impossible. As I watched the Necromancer lunging towards me, I had no choice but to raise my arms high to protect my neck.
Getting bitten on the arm is better than getting bitten on the neck!
That was my only thought at that moment.
In a split second, just as I lifted my arm, the Necromancer's head lunged at me. With a snap, it bit down on my arm. Not only that, but it seemed to have some deep-seated grudge against me; once it clamped down on my arm, it refused to let go and began tearing at my flesh.
"Ah!!"
Even though my pain receptors had become incredibly resilient, I finally couldn't endure it any longer and let out a roar!
And so, entangled with this head, we plummeted towards the ground.
From a height of two or three meters, I landed on my back. Do you know what that feels like?
In an instant, it felt like being struck by something heavy. There was no pain—or perhaps it was so painful that I became numb and exhausted. My abdomen buzzed with a dull echo, darkness clouded my vision, and waves of intense dizziness hit me. Even breathing seemed to freeze at that moment; I wanted to scream to release the pressure of this moment, but it felt like a dream because all I could produce from my throat was a "gurgling" sound. My mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and black blood oozed from the corner of my mouth.
I knew that my internal organs must have sustained some damage.
As for that head, it had completely turned into a lifeless one; it went silent the moment it hit the ground. Clearly, the Necromancer had also met his end; his Flying Head Technique wasn't perfected yet. The connection between his stomach and head had been severed entirely. He had been hanging on by a thread while trying to act fierce, and the impact upon landing shattered whatever breath he had left in him—he was thoroughly dead. I shook my arm and flung the lifeless head off; it rolled away with a thud.
Lu Jianguo and Big Mouth Lee rushed over from not far away and almost simultaneously helped me up from the ground with concerned expressions. They kept patting my back until I finally managed to catch my breath. Lu Jianguo calmly said, "You should extract a bit of essence blood from that head and dispose of its skull and internal organs properly. After all, a Necromancer is still a living person; we need to clean up after killing him."
This was also something that worried me quite a bit.
Right now, we weren't in the Western Regions. In that desolate place where no one cared, we could take out a few enemies without any consequences. But now, we were in the city of Taiyuan. If I killed a Necromancer and it got investigated, I would be in serious trouble!
"Understood!"
Lu Jianguo didn't say another word and carried me back to the village. By the time we returned to the Desolate Village courtyard, it was already late at night.
Furball had also come back, rushing into the courtyard and circling around a Headless Corpse.
Seeing Furball return filled me with gratitude. The little guy seemed to be in good shape, clearly having made significant progress; I just didn't know how much.
"Come here!"
Lu Jianguo stood up next to the corpse and pointed at it, speaking to me in a low voice. "You should come over and take a good look at this body. If I'm not mistaken, I think I know why he went to such great lengths to come all this way to kill you!"
I immediately became interested; this was something I had been curious about for a while. After recovering for some time, I felt better and could at least walk again. I hurried over to the Headless Corpse.
Without a doubt, this Headless Corpse was that of the Necromancer. Lu Jianguo had dragged it out, and the neck where it had been severed was surprisingly clean—much smoother than a cut made by a sharp blade. There was not a drop of blood; it had come off at the joint of the cervical vertebrae, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh around the neck, which was hollow inside.
No wonder everything else had flown away with his head; what else could possibly remain in his stomach?
Now, Lu Jianguo had almost stripped off all of its upper clothing, revealing a chest covered in tattoos.
The tattoos were quite peculiar; unlike many "gang leaders" who would have tigers or dragons inked on them, this one depicted a black snake—a very strange black snake. Its tail rested on the left shoulder while its head lay on the right shoulder, spanning across the entire chest. There were also several characters written across his chest that I didn't recognize.
These characters were very simplified, not like ancient scripts that were ornate and archaic; they resembled some language still in use today. I wasn't particularly familiar with it and stared at the corpse for quite some time without figuring anything out.
"This is his name; it's written in Thai!"
Lu Jianguo seemed to sense my confusion, so he leaned in and whispered, "What’s written on his chest is his title, Azan Phong. His real name is Atichar. Do you understand now?"
Atichar?
I furrowed my brow slightly.
Although I wasn't very familiar with foreign mysticism, I did know about the concept of "Ajan" in Thailand. In that context, Ajan refers to certain folk magicians, divided into White Robed Ajan and Black Robed Ajan. The White Robed Ajan are typically reputable practitioners, while the Black Robed Ajan are sorcerers or even Necromancers—essentially those who practice dark arts.
As for terms like Dragon Lady and Cuba that are often used by Thais, they refer to Monks. In Thailand, a Buddhist country, Monks can also be good or evil, with different focuses. They belong to a branch of Esoteric Buddhism, similar to Tibetan Buddhism in our country. Both are part of the Tantric tradition, employing strange and elusive methods that defy easy categorization as good or evil; they are entirely different from Zen Buddhism.
This Atichar, whose Dharma Name is Azan Phong, is undoubtedly a Black Robed Ajan.
"And then?"
Seeing Lu Jianguo's serious expression made it clear he had more to say. I urged him, "Uncle Lu, just spit it out already! Don’t hold back; I’m all ears!"
A flicker of hesitation crossed Lu Jianguo's face. After a long pause, he finally exhaled deeply and said solemnly, "They were sent by the Dong Family! Old man, it seems I’m destined to avenge you!"
We found a letter on him that outlined the reasons for wanting me dead. In short, the Dong Family was targeting me and the Sun and Moon Alliance! They had issued a search warrant for me—a five-star wanted notice from the Water Blue Sect. It looked like they intended to eliminate me. Given the circumstances, I had no choice but to strike first!
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