Terror in the Ancient Tomb

The Soul Fusion cultivation method began to circulate slowly, and the crystal core inside Liu Feng's body also started to glow faintly. It was as if a suction force had come from it, preparing to absorb energy into itself.

"Damn it!" Several minutes later, Liu Feng finally let out a low curse.

Because a large amount of sealed energy had piled up in the sea of qi inside his body, Liu Feng was actually unable to use the Eight Realms of Divine Soul cultivation method to absorb energy from outside his body. The moment the method started circulating and produced suction, the energy in his sea of qi immediately surged over madly, blocking the crystal core off from the outside world in one go.

Did he really have to wait until all this sealed energy had been absorbed clean before he could absorb outside energy? Liu Feng instantly felt an extreme sense of defeat.

There still seemed to be quite a lot of this sealed energy left. Who knew how long it would take before it was completely absorbed? The moment he thought of this possibility, Liu Feng instantly had the urge to go insane. He wished he could swallow this Gold-Quenching Stone straight into his stomach in one gulp.

Just then, the Devour skill, which had been very stable and utterly motionless all this time, suddenly stirred. Then Liu Feng saw the Gold-Quenching Stone in his hand flicker with a faint light. He only felt his arm turn cold, and a stream of energy began to surge out from the Gold-Quenching Stone, slowly entering the energy mass of the Devour skill inside his body.

Damn! As expected, the stuff brought over from home was more reliable! Liu Feng sighed with feeling. After viciously despising the fellow who had created the Eight Realms of Divine Soul cultivation method, he began circulating the Devour skill to absorb the energy of the Gold-Quenching Stone.

The energy inside this Gold-Quenching Stone was indeed extremely mixed. Almost every kind of elemental energy had gathered together inside it. Though the quantity of each was not large, the types were far too complicated. For an ordinary person, removing them might truly be very laborious, but for Liu Feng's extremely abnormal Devour skill, there was no difficulty at all, because the energy absorbed by the Devour skill had never been picky. There was simply no possibility of elemental conflicts causing explosions or any other bad consequences. In barely a dozen minutes, this Gold-Quenching Stone had returned to its original dull-gray color, somewhat similar to iron ore. The multicolored lights on it also vanished, and it completely became an ordinary stone without any energy.

Looking at his own handiwork in satisfaction, Liu Feng carefully put the Gold-Quenching Stone back into his pocket again. Although, for the time being, the energy seemed to have been absorbed out, whether this was the same as that skill from back then was still hard to say. He would still have to put it into fire and test it at high temperature. After all, Liu Feng's method had not yet been verified.

The moment he thought that if it really succeeded, he could have a fairly large sum of money, Liu Feng's heart became active again. He wished he could go test it immediately, but right now he still had to guard the tomb. This contradiction tormented Liu Feng. Yet cultivating was no longer effective, and there was nothing much to do here. Liu Feng felt utterly bored.

Just as this fellow was struggling over whether or not to secretly take a nap, a voice suddenly rang out from thin air.

"Little fellow, are you feeling very bored?" The voice was somewhat aged, carrying an incomparably peaceful quality. Although it was very deep, it seemed to ring right beside Liu Feng's ear, perfectly clear.

In a graveyard where there was not a single living person besides himself, suddenly hearing a voice would frighten any normal person. Although Liu Feng had always been bold, this time was no exception. In an instant, cold sweat sprang from his back, his scalp went numb, and his whole body jumped up as he cried out in alarm, "Who are you?"

As he spoke, his eyes swiftly swept around, but aside from that pitch-black graveyard, where was there even the shadow of a living person?

A wave of chill instantly rushed from the soles of Liu Feng's feet straight to the top of his head. Although Liu Feng had known in his previous life that there were no such things as ghosts or monsters in the world, this place was, after all, a world completely different from his previous life. Moreover, according to the legends recorded on the Falan Continent, this world could have undead creatures such as spirits, which were basically not much different from the concept of ghosts.

"Tsk tsk, couldn't tell that you little fellow are actually quite brave. I remember last time, that little fellow Claude fainted on the spot when I scared him. It was terribly boring!" That voice slowly rang out again, carrying a teasing tone.

Second Uncle Claude? Little fellow? Liu Feng could not help choking. In his mind, an image instantly appeared of his second uncle, who was already over forty and looked incomparably fierce, wearing a little red bellyband and biting a pacifier in his mouth. He nearly spat out on the spot, and his fear could not help lessening somewhat.

"You, you're the person inside that little house?" Once his fear decreased, Liu Feng's thinking became normal again, and he suddenly thought of this possibility. After all, in this graveyard, other than himself, there did indeed seem to be another living person. Of course, Liu Feng did not dare be certain whether he was actually living or not. After all, no one knew how old the person inside that little house was, how long he had lived, or whether he had already kicked the bucket long ago.

"Tsk tsk! Not bad at all. You guessed my identity right away. You little fellow are quite clever. Right, who is your father? Is it Bonny too?" The voice rang out leisurely again, carrying a note of praise.

Bonny? Liu Feng once again had the urge to vomit blood. Bonny was Count Derek's father, which meant he was Liu Feng's nominal grandfather. Although he was still alive, he was at least seventy or eighty years old. Now he had contracted a strange illness and was lying paralyzed in the Count's Mansion, unable to move.

The owner of this voice said Liu Feng's father was Bonny. Wouldn't that mean he was going to become buddies with Count Derek? At the thought of this, Liu Feng did not know whether to cry or laugh.

However, from this tone, Liu Feng could basically confirm that the owner of the voice was undoubtedly the person from that little house. The fear in his heart gradually disappeared completely, and he could only explain with a wry smile, "My father is Derek. Bonny is my grandfather!"

"Ah! You're actually that little fellow Derek's son? How is that possible? I remember he was about the same age as you. No, I remember when I saw him, he was only a few years old!" The owner of the little house seemed filled with extreme disbelief.

Sigh! Poor old man. Who knew whether he had gone senile or just hadn't seen people for many years, for his thoughts to be this muddled! Liu Feng sighed helplessly, but could only force a smile and say, "This old, old... damn! Could you come out and talk? This feels really weird!" After saying "old" for ages, Liu Feng still had no idea what he should call him, so he could only omit it for the time being.

"Heh heh, I see you little fellow are pretty brave and fairly clever too. How about this, just call me elder brother. I've been beside you all along. Don't tell me you didn't see me?" The owner of the little house laughed again.

Beside me? Liu Feng was stunned. He carefully looked around once more, and only then did he finally discover that beneath a tombstone not far away, there was actually a person standing there. However, because the tombstone had blocked him, Liu Feng had not noticed him just now.

"Heh heh! Your eyesight isn't very good!" The owner of the little house continued laughing, and finally slowly walked from beside that tombstone toward Liu Feng...