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At that moment, inside the Ancestral Hall.
The old man stroked the soft and thick fur of the Polar Bear, shaking his head as he said, "Those two young men will surely have a great battle in the future. It's a pity that we are old. You've been with me for over two hundred years now. The world belongs to the young people now; it is time for us to leave this world, Big Bear." As he spoke, the monk set down his staff and slowly closed his eyes, sitting down on the ground, and he simply ceased to breathe.
"How boring," at that moment, the Polar Bear spoke up. "People say that those who do not die when they grow old are thieves. After following you for over two hundred years, I can actually talk now. You didn't even admit your internal injuries from your battle with Zhang Fusheng; instead, you pretended as if it was time to leave this world. We haven't troubled anyone here; what a hassle."
As he spoke, the Polar Bear lay down beside the old monk and gradually stopped breathing as well. However, the Polar Bear did not notice that at the moment it closed its eyes, a faint smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth before he completely passed away. A few seconds later, both man and bear seemed to have turned to stone, as if they had been sitting there for thousands of years.
I am always alive and always dead.
Wang Chao and Shen Zhitao had already left Tibet and naturally had no way of knowing that in the Ancestral Hall, which no one could find, both the old monk and the Polar Bear had turned to stone and departed from this world. Similarly, Zhang Fusheng was unaware that the old man he had fought against two months ago had now become a statue; at this moment, he suddenly recalled events from three months prior.
At that time, he had just discovered a mysterious troop deep within the snowy mountains and gained command over them. On his way back, he unexpectedly encountered a strange monk who first challenged him with a staff and then invited him into a peculiar temple. The temple was sometimes dilapidated and sometimes luxurious, with an odd Polar Bear following closely behind.
Without hesitation, Zhang Fusheng took action because he felt threatened. In stark contrast to Wang Chao's overwhelming calmness and lack of pressure—only relaxation—Zhang Fusheng sensed immense fear and pressure as if this monk could kill him at any moment. The appearance reflects one's heart; how you see others is how you are.
After Zhang Fusheng made his move, he realized that apart from himself, none of his troops had entered; only he had come in. The old man's strength was indeed formidable; despite using all his power, Zhang Fusheng could not defeat this frail old monk who stood barely five feet tall. Half an hour later, Zhang Fusheng was covered in wounds.
The old man placed one end of his staff on Zhang Fusheng's head and repeated, "Bodhisattva Ujin Bashar" three times. Then he looked at Zhang Fusheng, who was struggling to stand up, and said, "I have seen your grandfather; he is different from you. Soon I will meet someone else who is currently searching for you. What you need to do seems to be something significant."
"That person must be Wang Chao!" Zhang Fusheng spat blood from his mouth and stubbornly raised his head to look at the old monk.
The old monk nodded.
Zhang Fusheng continued to ask, "Where is he now? I can't let him find me yet!"
"In the future, he will also ask me this question, and my answer will be the same: I cannot say. There is a cause for every effect; whether you encounter it or not is fate!" At this moment, the old monk had already seated himself in front of Zhang Fusheng and continued, "There is something I want to tell you, which I will also tell him. Everything in this world can be summed up in one word: understanding. To take up and to let go. We laugh at those who are blinded by a leaf, but who knows if what we cover our eyes with isn't that very leaf?"
As he spoke, the old monk waved his hand, and the Polar Bear picked up the completely exhausted Zhang Fusheng and tossed him out the door. When the team members helped Zhang Fusheng up, he was astonished to find that the Ancestral Hall was no longer there; nothing remained. It seemed like a dream, but the injuries on his body clearly told him that this was not a dream but something that had truly happened.
"Leader, everyone in the Vengeance Alliance is ready and just waiting for your command!" A sturdy man with dark skin approached Zhang Fusheng from behind, pulling his thoughts from three months ago back to the present. Zhang Fusheng turned his head and said, "Are the Vengeance Warriors under control?"
"Ready!" The man nodded and continued, "Only the main force is here; reports from other locations have also come in—they are all prepared. As soon as you act here, others will follow suit, and your plan will be executed!"
Zhang Fusheng nodded seriously as he looked at the man before him. After a long pause, he finally said, "Do you think I'm too selfish for using this technology for this purpose? In the end, we all might..."
The man shook his head and replied, "From the moment we were born, we are members of the Zhang Family. No matter what Young Master decides to do, we will stand by your side."
Zhang Fusheng nodded again and said, "Inform everyone; three days from now, the plan officially begins!"
"Understood!" The man turned around immediately to carry out the order.
Zhang Fusheng then turned back around. This time he wasn't thinking about anything; he simply gazed at the vast space below the glass window where countless figures stood—those figures were none other than the Zombies that had completely vanished! Yet somehow, Zhang Fusheng had managed to control them all with some kind of technique. These Zombies had entered a state of stupor; they stood quietly without making any sound. It appeared there were nearly hundreds of thousands of them, and this was just within one factory.
If that were the case, how many Zombies did Zhang Fusheng truly control? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Tens of millions? Or even billions?
"No one in this world can stop me anymore!" Zhang Fusheng clenched his fists tightly; veins bulged as an expression of endless anger and unwillingness filled his eyes, which then shifted to deep sadness. His gaze was profound and lingering as if he could see through the walls of this factory to the outside world—seeing Wang Chao, his grandfather Zhang Yunhao, and his beloved Jian Xiaoqing.
"If everyone in the world betrays you, I will slaughter the entire world for you!" Zhang Fusheng declared.
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