Bang!
Accompanied by the sound, the headless corpse fell to the ground.
Rainwater splashed up from the ground.
Seeing the zombie king, who was now completely dead, everyone present was in a daze.
Old Chen and the others stood frozen in place.
Old Mu's eyes widened, unable to believe the reality before him. 'The zombie king… just died like that?'
At the same time, Zhang Feng, who had been locked in a fierce battle with the zombie king earlier, was utterly dumbfounded.
Staring at the zombie king's lifeless body, he fell silent. There was only one thought in his mind, 'This guy is so strong that a single flick to my forehead could probably kill me.'
As the Deputy Sect Leader of Maoshan and a Night Watcher personally appointed by Bureau 749, Zhang Feng never thought of himself as weak. Even among the Red-Robed Enforcers, he was considered top-tier. In the future, he might even qualify to wear a Purple Robe and become a Purple-Robed Enforcer.
He believed that he had a promising and powerful future ahead. But at this moment, facing the terrifying figure in the white robe before him, he only felt weak beyond all doubt.
Just as he was thinking this, the young man in green finally spoke. He yawned, his voice drowsy as if waking from a deep sleep, and looked at Zhang Feng and the others, asking, "Anyone got a phone?"
His words echoed leisurely in everyone's ears.
"Huh?" Zhang Feng was stunned, his face full of confusion.
He wasn't stupid. Looking at Qin Ye's obviously ancient-style clothing and his long hair tied in a traditional manner, no matter his attire or demeanor, he was clearly an ancient person.
But why did he sound so modern when he spoke?
Just as Zhang Feng was in a daze, the young man had already taken the phone that Old Chen instinctively handed over.
He skillfully swiped the screen, asked Old Chen for the password, unlocked the phone, and looked at the detailed calendar on the screen.
"Oh, it's already the year 2024."
'2024? The year Trump was elected, huh. Looks like I didn't oversleep—it's exactly when I originally time-traveled to the past.'
Just as Qin Ye was thinking.
"You… are you human or ghost?" Zhang Feng couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.
Hearing this, Qin Ye grinned, returning the phone as he replied, "Have you ever seen a ghost as handsome as me?"
With that, he ignored Zhang Feng and the others. He glanced at the fallen zombie king on the ground, then at the zombie king's coffin.
Observing the ancient tomb's location, tombstone, and other details, even though he had just awakened, he already understood the situation.
"No wonder I felt like someone was messing with my head earlier—it was this little zombie." Qin Ye muttered to himself.
"This little zombie even knew how to pick a place. It actually chose my sleeping spot and used me as its cultivation cheat code."
As he expected, before the zombie king died 300 years ago, it had found this prime feng shui location and discovered that the area's yin and yang energies were exceptionally dense. Thus, it chose this place as its burial site.
What it didn't know was that the reason for this energy wasn't just because of the feng shui, but entirely because Qin Ye had been sleeping here.
Though Qin Ye spoke casually, thinking it wasn't any kind of secret worth hiding, to Zhang Feng and the others, his words were like a bomb exploding in their minds, leaving them dizzy.
"Hiss—" Old Chen and Old Mu gasped sharply. They exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
'The zombie king was this powerful because of this man?!'
But the next second, recalling just how terrifyingly strong the zombie king was, they were struck with an earth-shattering realization.
'If this was true, then everything made sense. No wonder this Zombie King was stronger than expected, and its Drought Demon bloodline was so rich, it had been using a cheat code to cultivate!'
'Wait! If that was true…'
They couldn't help but look at Qin Ye again.
'Just how strong must he be for the Zombie King to use him as a cultivation cheat?'
"This senior, I am Zhang Feng, a Night Watcher of Bureau 749. May I ask how to address you?" Night Watcher Zhang Feng forcefully suppressed his inner shock and stepped forward to ask.
"Qin Ye—Qin as in Qin Shi Huang, Ye as in the Night God."
At this point, Qin Ye looked puzzled and asked, "Bureau 749? Night Watcher? What do those mean?"
"Huh?" Zhang Feng almost thought he misheard.
In this day and age, someone in the supernatural world didn't know about Bureau 749? Was he joking?
"You don't know about Bureau 749?"
"Nope." Qin Ye didn't hide anything and smiled as he answered.
Zhang Feng froze, looking at Qin Ye strangely.
After taking another good look at Qin Ye—his attire and the fact that he had just emerged from a coffin, in the end, he asked a question so ridiculous even he found it hard to believe.
"You're… not from this era, are you?"
Although Qin Ye had skillfully used a smartphone,
which initially made Zhang Feng think he was a modern person, Qin Ye's answers forced him to reconsider. This absurd guess was the only explanation that made sense.
"Nope." As Qin Ye's words echoed in his ears, Zhang Feng's heart pounded wildly. He hadn't expected his absurd guess to actually be true.
The next second, trying to suppress his shock, he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "I see… That explains a lot… May I ask, what era are you from?"
Knowing that the man before him could kill with a flick of a finger, Zhang Feng dared not be disrespectful and quickly added, "Just so you know, the current era is no longer ruled by emperors…"
To avoid any misunderstanding, he briefly explained the history of the modern Xia Empire and the purpose of Bureau 749.
"So… would you mind telling me your origins? Just so I have a reference when I report back. Of course, if you're uncomfortable, forget I asked."
"It's fine. I don't mind."
"Then, which era or dynasty are you from? Or rather, who was the reigning emperor when you last slept?" Zhang Feng was afraid Qin Ye might change his mind, so he quickly asked.
Old Chen and the others perked up their ears. Especially the disciples they wished they could sharpen their ears like rabbits. Their excitement was palpable.
This was a legendary figure who had lived for ages. Even in Bureau 749, where countless powerhouses existed, few had survived as long as this man. Without exception, those who had lived this long were terrifying beings.
Then Qin Ye's voice rang out, "When I went to sleep, the emperor was named Zhao Ling."
The disciples froze.
Beside Ah Zhen, a junior sister showed a hint of confusion. She glanced at Ah Zhen and found him pale with shock, his breathing growing rapid.
Clearly, Ah Zhen had recognized Qin Ye's era from his words.
The next second, Before his junior sister could ask, Ah Zhen, unable to suppress his astonishment, shouted in horror, "H-He's from the Northern Song Dynasty?!"
The moment his words fell, the confused junior sister widened her eyes. She might not be familiar with Zhao Ling, but Zhao Kuangyin? That name she knew.
Zhao Kuangyin, Emperor Taizu of Song, the founding emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty.
After questioning Ah Zhen further, her speculation was confirmed. Zhao Ling was originally named Zhao Guangyi, the younger brother of Zhao Kuangyin and the second emperor of the Northern Song.
In other words, the man standing before them, named Qin Ye, came from the Northern Song era, a thousand years ago.
'A thousand years… He had lived for a thousand years!!'
At that moment, even the well-informed Night Watcher Zhang Feng felt his scalp tingle, an indescribable sense of suffocation washing over him.
As a Night Watcher, he knew far more secrets than ordinary people.
For example, the longest-lived person recorded in history was Peng Zu, documented in textbooks as having lived over 800 years.
But now, the official records of Peng Zu's longevity had been broken. The man standing before them, was two centuries older than Peng Zu!
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