The Black Mountain Scripture was not long. After reading and comprehending it, Han Wu discovered that this cultivation technique could absorb Soul Power to strengthen himself.
As luck would have it, Han Wu happened to possess the Locust Soul Orb, which could absorb Soul Power.
If he cultivated the Black Mountain Scripture, his progress would surely advance a thousand miles in a single day.
"I'll make do with it for now. Any increase in my strength is still good." Han Wu reluctantly accepted this gain.
Han Wu rummaged through the coffin again but found nothing else of use.
He prepared to leave.
Just then, a group of people came running out of the city.
They carried bundles large and small, hurrying along as though fleeing disaster.
But when they left the city and saw Old Ghost Black Mountain's coffin blocking the road, they immediately stopped.
Some were so frightened that they turned and fled in the opposite direction. Others collapsed to the ground in terror, muttering pleas such as, "Don't kill me."
Only one man had sharp eyes and noticed the large pile of corpses before the Black Coffin.
Judging by the distinctive clothing on the corpses, they were likely the Walking Corpses under Old Ghost Black Mountain of the Xuanming Cult.
Mustering his courage, Guan Nan stepped forward and asked, "I am Guan Nan of the Guan Family in Qixia Town. May I ask, senior, were these people from the Xuanming Cult killed by you?"
Han Wu jumped out of the Black Coffin. "At last, I've met a living person. You're right. I did kill them."
Guan Nan drew in a sharp breath. These days, there were not many people who dared offend the Xuanming Cult.
The Guan Family had offended the Xuanming Cult, and Old Ghost Black Mountain