Lord of the Desert

Chapter 283 Rituals
The side courtyard of Asahifu was crowded with guests.

When Zhan Yuanzi was here, the place had never been so lively.

"The Fate Path can only be used against dead objects, not living people."

Ye Zhan explained to everyone.

"The so-called 'fate' refers to the important transformation node of an object - such as a person from life to death, and a jade from complete to broken."

"And the word 'tong' refers to looking back."

"Since we are looking back, we can only see the past, and the farther we go, the more difficult it is. The furthest we can only see is a few years."

He said the ugly things first.

"The word 'just' used by Mr. Zhan Ye is really used modestly."

Gu Taining interjected.

"With this magical power, there is no case that is difficult to solve in the world!"

"Gu Qian is so ridiculous."

Ye Zhan replied, his words were respectful but his attitude was casual.

"My magical power has two limitations."

"First, although I am the Star Master, I cannot specify the time point and events to be traced back. The results depend entirely on the will of the Ancestral Dragon."

"Secondly, the content of the recollection is often blurred and distorted. Sometimes there are only images, sometimes there is only sound, and sometimes there is only a vague feeling."

Zhu Zhixue nodded repeatedly, obviously knowing this situation.

"In general, the more items that are used as media, the more critical they are, and the more accurate the positioning; the closer they are in time, the clearer the information."

Ye Zhan added, then turned to Hong Fan.

"So let me tell you in advance, if this courtyard and the Broken Sword are not enough today, if you want to try again, you will have to open the coffin and take out the body."

His tone at this moment was even more affectionate than when he faced Zhu Zhixue and Gu Taining.

Hong Fan nodded decisively.

According to the custom of Dahua, it is extremely unlucky to raise the body after burial, and it is not an exaggeration to say it is sacrilege.

But Hong Fan is a modern person. Even if he travels through time once, he still has the concept in his heart that "death is like a lamp going out."

Good burial and bad burial are not as important as revenge for blood revenge - he thought so himself, and Zhan Yuanzi would also agree.

"Now that we've finished talking about the magical powers of the destiny star, let's move on to the rituals."

Ye Zhan continued.

"Every time Fate Tong is activated, if it wants to obtain legal results recognized by the court, it must go through the prescribed witness process."

"First, there should be three witnesses, two of whom must come from two of the eight tribes, and the remaining one can be chosen at will."

"Second, the three witnesses must remain silent during the entire retrospective process, and are not allowed to communicate with each other after the completion. Each of them writes the details of the retrospective experience, signatures, and seals."

"In the end, only the parts of the three documents that can be completely matched can be used as evidence."

This process regulation is refreshing to Hong Fan.

But if you think about it carefully, this strictness is also necessary - if you don't follow this system, Ye Zhan will be able to speak eloquently on many things based on his life star.

The next step is to choose three witnesses.

Only Xingjun knew the miraculousness of the Dragon-Giving Star.

It was a rare opportunity to experience it today, and everyone in the hospital was curious.

Even Zhu Zhixue and Gu Taining volunteered.

Just as the others were eager for the last chance, Ye Zhan took the initiative to look at Hong Fan.

"Little friend Hong, you are a close friend of the victim. Are you willing to be the third witness?"

"I can't ask for it!"

Hong Fan replied with clasped fists.

Ye Zhan took the Lingshu Sword from Jiang Lechi and stood next to the pillar where Zhan Yuanzi had been sitting.

His face was facing the room where the battle was taking place.

Hong Fan and the other three stood seven feet apart in a triangular position.

The rest of the crowd retreated five feet away and could only watch from a distance.

No gestures, no incense, no sacrifices.

Before Ye Zhan started, he didn't even ask "Are you ready?"

The moment Fate Power was activated, Hong Fan felt an extremely deep sense of dizziness rising from the bottom of his heart.

It's like the soul leaves the body and rides on a bumpy car and boat.

After an unknown amount of time, he arrived at the first stop.

The world is dark.

On a lightly snowing night, it was still the small courtyard of Asahi Mansion.

In front of him were two closed doors.

The snow around me reflected a silvery glow, and the full moon hung in the sky.

Hong Fan wanted to observe more, but soon realized that everything was not under his control.

At this moment, the closed wooden door exploded outward.

Wooden thorns flew across the field of vision.

Zhan Yuanzi clutched the Lingshu and flew out, passing through the courtyard.A harsh friction sound sounded from behind.

The angle of view turned around at the same time as Zhan Yuanzi.

From the other side of the small courtyard, a burly assassin in black brandished a broadsword and slashed at him with flying steps.

Hong Bum tried his best to see.

However, this person and the sword only have a vague state of mind at the moment.

Until the moment when the sword connected with the spiritual pivot, everything became clear.

Time slows down.

He saw sparks from the friction of steel, blooming golden, and slowly dimming as it flew.

He saw the sword colliding with the strong wind, causing ripples and tearing apart the hexagonal snowflakes.

In the blink of an eye, light, heat and coldness each complete their lives.

The assassin was dressed in night clothes, with his head and face covered.

So Hong Fan stared at his knife.

But this is just a very ordinary heavy knife.

There was no inscription on the sword, and it was missing at the moment of the fight.

But this does not diminish the power of the horizontal slash.

The Lingshu made a clanging sound and broke into two pieces.

Zhan Yuanzi flew back, hit the pillar, and fell to the ground.

Someone is talking, and the direction is behind the side.

"To kill one Hunran Liumai, the three of you are more than enough."

The voice was thick and bright, but the speaker was short.

Then two more people came out of the back room, the one on the left was tall and thin, and the one on the right had a bald head, both covered with black scarves.

"It's just to be sure, otherwise I can defeat him alone."

The bald man answered.

The four assassins joined together and surrounded the target who had lost the ability to resist.

Hong Fan concentrated on memorizing their respective characteristics and didn't even have time to look at Zhan Yuanzi.

He could only hear the sound of bubbles in the latter's increasingly labored breathing.

This shows that blood is poured into the lungs.

"Just kill him, don't waste time."

The sound came from high up in the south.

The angle of view is reversed.

The fifth assassin stood on the ridge of the roof, also dressed in black and masked, without a weapon.

Hong Fan's heartstrings tightened.

It cannot be said that there is nothing identifiable about these five people - Hong Fan has memorized their features.

But this is far from enough to lock in identity.

The short man who spoke first picked up the broken sword and walked to Zhan Yuanzi.

"Why did you kill me?"

The latter raised his head and asked with difficulty.

Such a simple question seemed to stupefy the five people.

The short man glanced at the man on the ridge, raised his sword, and pointed it at his heart.

"what……"

Zhan Yuanzi smiled bitterly, knowing that he would die today.

"Do no harm to others."

he asked finally.

The short assassin was slightly stunned when he heard this, paused in his hands, and couldn't help but reply.

"sorry."

He thrust hard.

Steel penetrates wood, making a soft sound.

The snow on the eaves shook and fell rustlingly.

The screen freezes.

Hong Fan was almost desperate.

At this time, he heard Ye Zhan's voice.

"Then let's go one by one."

The perspective turned and focused on the man on the roof.

The universe spins instantly, and time flies back upstream.

Through the connection between cause and effect, multi-level backtracking can be done without physical media - this is something Ye Zhan can only do after entering Xiantian.

(End of this chapter)