So, when people were in low spirits, they became idiots.
It turned out that when the pain in one's heart ran too deep, it could truly leave one speechless.
Zeng Anmin's hands trembled.
His mouth hung wide open.
Yet even after exhausting every ounce of strength in his body, he found that his throat was like an old, decayed machine.
He could not squeeze out a single word.
His eyes were fixed rigidly on Zeng Shilin in his arms.
His old man's expression was extraordinarily peaceful.
He lay there quietly, his eyes closed.
"Crack~"
A figure slowly descended to the ground.
It was Master Xu.
Master Xu's face was filled with silent resignation.
He looked at Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin paid him no heed, merely staring at his father's corpse.
The courtyard became utterly silent.
After a long while, Master Xu let out a sigh.
"Your father's final wish was for this old man to revive Qin Shouchang."
His voice also carried a trace of age.
At those words, Zeng Anmin raised his head numbly.
He looked at Master Xu's face.
He still said nothing.
Master Xu remained silent as well. Slowly, he took a section of lotus root radiating multicolored light from his waist.
"This section of lotus root seized the creation of heaven and earth, formed in ancient times."
"To this day, there has only ever been this one section."
"It can reconstruct a body for the dead."
"This old man had originally kept it for your father..."
At those words, Zeng Anmin's heart jolted violently.
His gaze locked onto that piece of lotus root.
Resurrection!!
Fuck!
How had Laozi forgotten about this thing?!
A light suddenly blazed in Zeng Anmin's eyes!!
He held his breath and focused.
His gaze shifted.
It locked rigidly onto his Golden Finger.