Luo Chen could not even be bothered with Jiang Yifei this idiot, but instead called the Blood Corpse King and directly had Jiang Yifei taken away.
What surprised Luo Chen was that the Blood Corpse King had actually found a woman’s skin to drape over itself.
The Blood Corpse King now had delicate features and looked quite like a beauty.
However, Luo Chen did not pay too much attention to it.
After all, this Blood Corpse King had been a woman in life, a Flower Cave Maiden.
As for Jiang Yifei?
Luo Chen would not let him die just yet.
But from now on, he would live a life worse than death.
Actually, after this incident, Luo Chen had more or less figured out some things from his previous life.
For example, why his father in his previous life had died suddenly without reason, it definitely had a great deal to do with his mother Shen Yuelan.
He was afraid that in his previous life, after Shen Yuelan was killed by someone in this manner, the other party had then made a move against Father Luo.
As for the Jiang family?
Since the Jiang family had touched Luo Chen’s family, then Luo Chen would like to see whether the Jiang family, famous throughout Yanjing and even the entire country, could withstand his fury.
Once Shen Yuelan was rescued and awakened, Luo Chen would make the Jiang family pay dearly.
Right at this moment, Jiang Tongran called to inform Luo Chen that she had already given Shen Yuelan that pearl to consume.
This let Luo Chen breathe a slight sigh of relief.
At least for the time being, Shen Yuelan was not in too much danger. That pearl was condensed from Luo Chen’s heart’s blood, infused with Luo Chen’s origin.
With Luo Chen’s origin suppressing it, there should not be any major problems in the short term.
As long as he could temporarily keep Shen Yuelan safe, then Luo Chen would have time to rush to Tibet to kill the curse caster.
As for exactly how capable or how powerful the curse caster was, Luo Chen did not care about that.
As long as he could smoothly find the other party, if Luo Chen wanted to kill, then no one could stop him.
If someone insisted on blocking him, then let them try.
This time someone had touched his bottom line. Luo Chen absolutely would not be soft hearted.
Originally in the immortal realm, Luo Chen was not some good person. He had once slaughtered an entire great realm.
Afterwards, Luo Chen called the people in Tongzhou and had the Blood Corpse King brought back to Tongzhou.
This matter served as a reminder to Luo Chen, so Luo Chen directly threw the Blood Corpse King into Tongzhou to protect Father Luo.
And Li Zhihua and his grandson also smoothly returned.
Before leaving, they repeatedly guaranteed to Luo Chen that after returning, they would immediately transfer the four billion US dollars into Luo Chen’s account.
But Ningzhou was now in complete uproar.
After all, such a huge commotion had just occurred at that place, Jiugong Mountain.
It had directly sparked heated discussion.
Now people were saying all sorts of things: aliens, UFOs, monsters, immortals, and so on.
Even television stations had come to interview.
Citizen Mr Wang said, he swore, he really saw a person fly up into the sky.
Citizen Ms Li also declared with absolute certainty that she had personally seen that golden beam of light.
“It was definitely an immortal descending to earth,” an old man said, swearing an oath.
Many people’s mobile phones had broken because of that white light while filming the golden pillar of light earlier.
But the brewing thundercloud had been captured by everyone.
Even that bolt of lightning had been captured.
“Little brother, did you see that thunder just now at Jiugong Mountain?” In the taxi, the taxi driver turned his head and asked Luo Chen.
“I saw it,” Luo Chen nodded.
“By the way, little brother, what do you think about this matter?”
“With my eyes,” Luo Chen replied.
“Hehe.” The driver let out two dry laughs, somewhat embarrassed. He clearly had not expected Luo Chen to answer like this.
“They all say an immortal appeared at Jiugong Mountain. If you ask me, it’s just an ordinary natural phenomenon. Where do so many immortals come from, right little brother?” The driver shook his head while driving.
“Right,” Luo Chen responded faintly.
“By the way, little brother, where did you just say you were going?” Taxi drivers were generally quite talkative.
Although Luo Chen appeared very cold and did not speak much, taxi drivers were the type who could chat away enthusiastically with you all by themselves even if you did not speak.
“Airport,” Luo Chen answered again.
“No, little brother, I’m asking where you’re flying to?” The taxi driver smiled.
“Tibet.”
“Going travelling? Then I can give you an introduction. I once went on a self driving trip with a few travel buddies.” The taxi driver seemed to have found a topic and immediately opened the floodgates.
“That place is a wonderful place, and especially magical. People say that a trip to Tibet is a baptism of the soul,” the taxi driver said.
“But that place is actually quite mysterious too. I have a mate who used to help a group of people over there. Do you know about Unit 901?”
“Supposedly they dug up mantis people in Kunlun, and there were also rumours of true dragons in the Kunlun Mountains area. Those documents are still classified even now.” The taxi driver talked on and on.
“The most exaggerated thing, I’m telling you, you must keep it secret.” The taxi driver appeared very mysterious.
“Supposedly during World War Two, the Nazis sent a force of two hundred thousand troops into the Tibetan region to find the Earth’s axis, intending to build an undead legion. But later that group disappeared inexplicably.”
This matter was not really much of a secret. You could find out by searching online. Luo Chen also knew some of it, so he had shown no interest all along.
It was only when the taxi driver rambled on and got to that Vajra Guru in the Tibetan region that Luo Chen became interested.
“Speaking of which, this counts as my personal experience. Honestly, I didn’t believe in gods or ghosts, but ever since I met that guru, I started believing in Buddhism.” The taxi driver flashed the prayer beads in his hand.
“I went travelling there before. There’s a custom there called sky burial.” The driver’s face turned serious as he began to recall.
So called sky burial was when after death, a person was placed in a designated spot and then left for vultures to peck at. But it was not as circulated online, that through this method a person’s soul could fly to heaven.
The actual meaning was that this was the most noble form of giving, giving one’s body, just like the Buddha cutting his flesh to feed the eagle.
Such sky burials naturally attracted the attention of some tourists to the Tibetan region, and even drew observers.
The taxi driver had been fortunate enough to see that legendary Vajra Guru during a sky burial.
Such figures were almost deified. How could one normally see them?
Moreover, they were often in seclusion. No one dared to disturb them.
It was said that at the time it was because one of his junior brothers had suddenly passed away.
That was why he was willing to personally come out to chant scriptures for his junior brother.
“You don’t know what that scene was like?”
“Really, auspicious clouds and colourful lights came from the edge of the sky. That guru chanted scriptures, and snow lotuses bloomed all over the ground. At that time, all of us knelt down.”
“That scene, tsk tsk, it was truly like seeing a living Buddha.”
“That is what you call true…”
“Eh, little brother?” “Little brother, where are you?” The driver turned his head and nearly lost his soul from fright. The back of the taxi was empty. Where was the person?