Zhou Lin's words sent An Bei's heart plummeting.
The witchcraft of the An Bei family had a major weakness: it was all made of paper, but that was just the beginning.
Witchcraft was a clandestine art. If the paper were simply torn, it would be one thing. But if it were burned, those who cast the spells would suffer a backlash.
An Bei's heart was a jumble of emotions. He wanted to stop it, but doing so would reveal his own involvement...
"Still putting on a good show, aren't you?"
Zhou Lin produced a lighter and ignited it.
As the paper was extinguished, a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of An Bei's mouth.
An Bei's complexion turned even more ghastly than before.
Zhou Lin looked at An Bei's state and said no more. Everything was understood without words.
"Mr. An Bei, I believe there's something I need to remind you of: your Soul Summoning Banner is no longer effective."
After speaking, Zhou Lin took a few steps back. Behind him, Huo Qi, the Professor of Metaphysics, Professor Fang, the other students, and the mercenaries all watched An Bei with unfriendly gazes.
They retreated with Zhou Lin.
An Bei, upon hearing this, quickly looked at the Soul Summoning Banner beside him. He saw that marks had appeared on it, and these marks were gradually growing larger.
Dark energy began to surge within them.
"No..."
An Bei watched as his Soul Summoning Banner began to tear, its fabric instantly turning into rags.
The condensed, human-shaped black mist surged towards An Bei's face in an instant.
An Bei was gradually consumed by this malevolent energy.
An Bei's eyes widened, his hands outstretched, his fingers clenching tightly into fists.
Veins bulged on his hands, as if he were enduring immense pain.
"Zhou Lin, please, save me."
An Bei cried out loudly. Before everyone's eyes, his soul was successfully squeezed out of his body by the malevolent energy.
As An Bei's soul appeared in mid-air, before it could utter a word, the talismans on the wall began to emit a flickering red light.
An Bei's soul was successfully drawn into the coffin.
"Ah..."
An Bei let out a scream, and the coffin lid he had previously lifted was slammed shut.
Boom...
A violent tremor shook the entire space.
The people from Sakura Country and those from Da Xia instinctively took a few steps back at the sight.
Who wouldn't be terrified witnessing such a scene?
Professor Jinshita, Zuo Lin, and Captain Song Lin watched as An Bei was 'devoured' like this, their faces tense and fearful as they looked at the black mist before An Bei.
When the black mist dissipated, An Bei's figure reappeared.
Unfamiliar markings appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with red energy.
His physique began to grow more robust, and an unknown evil smile curved his lips. His gaze fell upon the people from Sakura Country and the others.
However, the malevolence in his eyes was exceptionally clear.
A single glance sent shivers down one's spine.
"Professor... what is this?"
A student beside Professor Zuo Lin instinctively flinched, looking nervously at An Bei's body.
"I... I don't know."
Zuo Lin felt that An Bei had gone too far, bringing about his own destruction. But what were they to do now?
If An Bei was going to kill Zhou Lin, how could their Sakura Country maintain relations with Da Xia? How could they ask Zhou Lin for help?
This was walking into a dead end.
Huo Qi and the Professor of Metaphysics exchanged glances, seeing a hint of worry in each other's eyes. Finally, they both looked at Zhou Lin.
Seeing Zhou Lin's calm demeanor, they felt inexplicably reassured.
Could it be that what Zhou Lin had said about him being troublesome was all a lie?
Captain Zhao and his men instinctively raised their weapons, aiming their guns at this An Bei.
They were still nervous.
This was their first time encountering such a situation. How should they resolve it? They had to rely on Zhou Lin.
In the live stream.
"Holy crap, serves him right. He was no match for others, had big ambitions, and even wanted to kill the big shot. Disgusting. He got what he deserved this time, didn't he? Serves him right."
"Damn it, he deserved to be killed. He was so confident before, saying there was no problem. Now look, he's gotten himself into that mess. So satisfying."
"Mde, where are those Sakura Country bastards? Why aren't you talking anymore? Damn it, come out. You dare to scheme against anyone, do you really think we Da Xia are fools?"
"You've gone too far. Even if the An Bei family wanted to kill Zhou Lin, your Da Xia was in the wrong first. You were the ones who insulted us first."
"Exactly, you've been extorting us all along. You people from Da Xia are the shameless ones."
"Holy shit, there are still people who aren't afraid of death. Let's see if I can curse you to death."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin looked at An Bei's appearance, then glanced at the coffin. The talismans on it still flashed with red light from time to time.
"Professor Zhou Lin, do we have a way to resolve this now?"
Huo Qi asked softly.
"Of course, we do. These things are nothing to fear. I was just acting earlier. Otherwise, how would An Bei have made his move?"
Zhou Lin had clearly told everyone that this guy was deliberately trapped by him.
"You did it on purpose?"
The Professor of Metaphysics was surprised that Zhou Lin had so calmly resolved this guy.
"Nonsense, would you keep a bomb around that could kill you at any moment? I dug the pit, but he jumped into it himself; I didn't push him. So it's not my fault."
Zhou Lin shrugged indifferently, acting as if he were innocent in this matter.
An Bei was impatient and wanted to be the sole victor, but being outmatched was his own mistake. This matter...
It was entirely his own fault.
Huo Qi, the Professor of Metaphysics, Captain Zhao, and the others heard this and felt it made some sense.
However, Professor Jinshita and Zuo Lin were the most uneasy.
"Professor Jinshita, what should we do? What's going on with this An Bei now?"
Captain Song Lin looked at An Bei opposite him, his heart filled with anxiety, and quickly spoke.
"How would I know what's going on? But in this situation, you must guarantee our safety."
Jinshita said urgently.
Song Lin looked at Jinshita, feeling a hint of displeasure, but did not voice it.
"Hahaha, a thousand years, I am finally out. I was imprisoned here for a thousand years."
'An Bei' laughed heartily, taking deep breaths of air. He then looked at the talismans on the wall that sealed souls, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Queen, you imprisoned this prince for a thousand years. This prince swore he would return, and you will still belong to me."
'An Bei's' voice was rough and grating to the ear.