Seeing Du Xiaozhuang at a complete loss, Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.
"Brother Du, it's nothing serious. No need to be nervous."
"How can I not be nervous?" Du Xiaozhuang hurriedly replied.
"The clan chief is dead. Our Ancient Remnant Tribe doesn't even have a Great Emperor anymore. I'm afraid we won't have peaceful days even in this ancient town."
Xu Zimo continued shaking his head.
"No rush. The sky won't fall, and the Ancient Remnant Tribe is not as weak as you imagine."
He patted Du Xiaozhuang on the shoulder.
"Go back and sleep now. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine again."
"At a time like this, how could I possibly be in the mood to sleep?" Du Xiaozhuang said.
"Brother Du, there are many things you cannot see clearly," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
"If you trust me, come back and take a look tomorrow.
If you notify the clansmen now, it will only cause unnecessary trouble."
Though Du Xiaozhuang was anxious, he still trusted Xu Zimo's words completely.
He hesitated for a moment.
"Then should I go back now?" he asked.
Seeing Xu Zimo nod, he thought for a moment before finally saying, "Brother Xu, I trust you.
I can keep this matter secret until tomorrow. I'm only afraid someone else might discover the clan chief's death."
"Your clan chief isn't dead," Xu Zimo said, waving his hand.
He did not wish to say too much.
Watching Du Xiaozhuang's retreating back, he slapped the Old Man's corpse.
With a boom, the corpse split apart and exploded.
There was no bloody mess. Instead, it scattered into the distant sky like dust.
"A false-death body. Though ingenious, it still only speeds things up," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
Such a false-death body