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Chapter 677: Final Chapter: Back to the Beginning of the Story
Yang Fan raised his middle finger at Ouyang Baichuan, "Idiot."

She raised her hand and instantly a sharp sword appeared in her hand, and she rushed forward with the sword.

The two men fought each other, as fast as afterimages, with constant collision sounds in the air. After several rounds back and forth, Ouyang Baichuan was kicked heavily to the ground.

He supported himself with one hand but had not yet stood up when, with a swish, the tip of a sharp sword was pointed at his neck.

Ouyang Baichuan's eyes followed the tip of the sword to Yang Fan's face. She looked down at him condescendingly, "Goodbye, Hengchuan."

As the tip of the sword thrust forward, Yang Fan felt a faint resistance, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. He still wanted to be partial and shield someone at this time.

late!

"Yang Fan!"

Yang Fan raised the sword and used all his strength to stab it down. The sound of glass breaking came to Ouyang Baichuan's ears, and then he heard a sharp sound.

Yang Fan's sword went straight through his neck.

"Yang Fan...how...is it possible..." Ouyang Baichuan's pupils widened, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He was just one step away from becoming a god. He had been hiding for so long. He was just one step away from becoming a god...

Having him as an existence beyond the three realms is enough, why is there another Yang Fan? When she was born, she was clearly just a small ghost king, but he is the ghost emperor.

He is not reconciled...

As if seeing his confusion, Yang Fan raised the corners of his lips, "Because I am also a Ghost Emperor."

The twin ghosts, boy and girl, were both Ghost Emperors, but when they were in the womb, they had already developed intelligence and knew that they would die at birth, so they hid their powers. When they were born, their cries attracted the monks who were hunting down the Ghost Mother.

Force the ghost mother to abandon her, so that she has a chance to survive.

Why did Heaven restrict her from killing her mother and devouring her brother? It was because Heaven knew that she was very smart and almost a demon. If there were no such restriction, once she was born, she would have devoured them first and become a cold-blooded, murderous ghost.

Heaven created her and guided her step by step into the secular world, giving rise to seven emotions and six desires, becoming the existence that suppresses the ghost mother and the ghost boy, and restoring the balance between the yin and yang worlds.

But it was also afraid that she would become increasingly powerful and become an uncontrollable threat, so it indulged the ghost mother and the devils in causing trouble again and again.

Let them check and balance each other and restrain each other.

It's a pity that she doesn't want to play this boring game of reincarnation anymore.

Ouyang Baichuan suddenly realized and stared blankly at the gray sky. It turned out that they were just pawns in the hands of heaven.

The power in his body kept draining away, and before it disappeared, Ouyang Baichuan laughed and said, "Yang Fan, you can't become a god..."

Without them suppressing and restraining Yang Fan, Heaven would not allow her to become a god.

No one of them will win this round.

Yang Fan looked at the empty ground and sneered, "You've made me die so many times, it's unreasonable not to give me some compensation..."

She is not actually that great and selfless. She does not want to sacrifice her precious life for a group of strangers, and her desire to become a god is not that strong.

She just wants to live freely and well, and wants the people she cares about to come back to her...

The master said that he did not have the ability to bring the dead back to life, but God did. God not only had the ability to bring the dead back to life, but also the ability to go back in time...

Many figures suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan, Grandma Xu, Grandma Yang, Grandma Zhou, Yan Qing, Tang Yuanyuan, Xiao Lin, Fu Cancan, Liang Zishu... all the villagers of Shangyuan Village, the masters of Sanqing Palace, the uncles, brothers and nephews, Qi Ming...

And grandma...

They stood in the light and shadow, smiling and waving at her.

Yang Fan smiled, and as he smiled tears began to fall, one by one, hitting the ground.

The talisman formation under his feet was spinning rapidly, wind and clouds were surging, and the evil spirits and demons in the talisman formation were quickly absorbed and transformed by the talisman formation.

Countless golden lights spread out from under her feet, like a huge golden net enveloping the entire Netherworld.

Luo Cheng was the only one left on the periphery who was not infected by the resentment. He stared blankly at the Netherworld Abyss that was surrounded and shrunk by the golden net, and murmured, "It's different... This time is different from the last time..."

The excited and crazy resentful ghosts around suddenly stopped, their eyes regained clarity, and they looked around in confusion. How could they be here?

"what is that?"

A ghost saw the abnormality ahead.

They only saw the huge ball of light shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally shrank into the body of a girl.

Who is that?
Before the ghosts could react, the world before their eyes twisted and disintegrated into pieces of light and shadow, and their bodies were gradually disappearing...

"Little boy... little boy..."

In the void, Yang Fan heard a familiar voice, which came from far away and finally stopped above her head.

Yang Fan slowly raised her head. The dazzling sunlight made her subconsciously close her eyes. She waited for two seconds before opening them again. A familiar face appeared in her eyes.

"……grandmother……"

My throat is dry and sore, and my voice is like a kitten's.

"Whose little boy is this? He is so small. How pitiful."

The little one curled up in the corner, looking so pitiful.

Old Lady Yang looked at the vegetarian buns she had just bought and handed them to her. "Poor little girl, this is for you."

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment before taking the bun. Her hunger left her no time to think and she devoured the bun in just a few bites.

As I was eating, I couldn't help but cry.

Seeing her crying, Old Lady Yang shook her head with pity, poor child.

But she could only sigh, after all, she was very poor and could only barely support herself and could not afford to raise a child.

Old Lady Yang watched her finish the buns, turned around and was about to leave, but before she took a step, someone grabbed her trouser leg.

"You little brat, I gave you the buns to eat, why are you holding me?"

Old Lady Yang pulled at her pants and said, "I can't afford to support you. You should go find some rich family to support you."

"Yang Fan."

"what?"

"My name is Yang Fan."

Who asked you what your name was?

Old Lady Yang looked at the pair of grape-like eyes and was stunned. The name Yang Fan sounded so familiar, she seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

This kid looks familiar...

"I can work." Yang Fan said again.

Old Lady Yang looked at her, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, and nodded as if possessed.

Her surname is Yang, and the child's surname is also Yang. Maybe they were once a family. Let's take him home and raise him.

Old Lady Yang held Yang Fan's hand and walked home. Yang Fan held her hand tightly with a smile on his face.

Go home, go home with grandma.

……

"Little uncle!"

Suddenly, Yang Fan heard an excited child's voice and stopped immediately.

Old Lady Yang asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Yang Fan turned around and saw a boy about five or six years old running towards them excitedly from a distance.

"Little uncle!"

"Hello again, nephew~"

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The main text of "The Grandmaster" has been completed (throw flowers), and there will be a few more chapters to come. Thank you all readers for your company during this period, and thank you for liking "The Grandmaster".

The ancestor became a god. He could go back to the past to change it and unconditionally protect the people he loved.

I hope that I and everyone else will have the courage and ability to stand up again when faced with difficulties in life, just like my ancestors.

I wish you all happiness every day, good health and prosperity!
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