My master gave me a death mission: to go down the mountain and retrieve his granddaughter.

The moment the lingering spirit within Old Master Luo's body was extinguished was far beyond China's borders, at the border of the three Southeast Asian countries of Dai, Myanmar, and Laos.

This is the infamous no-man's-land on Earth—the Silver Triangle.

Deep in the mountains of the Silver Triangle, the vegetation is so dense that satellite aerial photography cannot capture anything inside.

Although nothing unusual was found when looking down into this deep mountain forest, once you step into the mountains, you will find that, hidden by the vegetation, there are not only densely packed wooden houses, but also a large number of people living there.

In the Silver Triangle region, there are many forces of varying sizes, and this is one of the largest, ruling over an area of ​​tens of kilometers around.

Located at the very back of the group of wooden houses, there is a luxuriously built wooden house that stands out starkly from the surrounding simple wooden houses.

The person living in this luxurious wooden house holds the power of life and death over everyone in this area.

"Ah...who is it? Who ruined my plans..."

The once relatively peaceful village was shattered by this roar, and everyone turned to look at the luxurious wooden house.

The sound was coming from a gloomy room at the very back of the luxurious wooden cabin.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man, shirtless and covered in tattoos of evil gods, was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes revealed a sinister look, and his whole demeanor gave off a very sinister feeling.

The room was decorated with a grotesque evil god enshrined on the altar, and the shelves were piled with many bottles and jars.

What was inside was chilling; many of the transparent jars contained the corpses of infants, mostly newborns.

The bodies of infants varied in size, from as small as a fist to as large as a full-term baby.

The room's decor, combined with the dim firelight, made it extremely eerie and terrifying. Even the horror scenes in those Southeast Asian horror movies filmed in the 1920s weren't this frightening.

"Knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in……"

A middle-aged man in military uniform with a deep scar on his face and a ferocious appearance pushed open the door and entered the room.

Upon entering the room, the scarred man involuntarily trembled. Although he had entered this room many times before, he was always terrified by the scene inside.

The scarred man was none other than the leader of this force—General Nai Chai. Although he was the leader, judging from his respectful demeanor, it was clear that the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground held a higher position than the general.

"Master, what just happened?"

General Naicai was startled by the angry roar just now, which is why he came to inquire about the situation immediately.

"Someone broke my curse, and the evil spirit I had been keeping for five years was also destroyed."

If Grandpa Luo were here, he would recognize at a glance that the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground was the Yue villager he met five years ago.

"Master, are you saying that the curse you cast on that general in the Dragon Kingdom has been broken? How is that possible?"

The visa for this sorcerer to travel to the Dragon Kingdom was handled by General Naichai. It can be said that General Naichai was involved in the whole process of casting a spell on Old Master Luo, so he naturally knew what this sorcerer was referring to.

"Nothing is impossible. Although my black magic is already unfathomable, some reclusive top experts in the Dragon Kingdom can still discover it. It's a pity that I have been planning for five years and was about to succeed, but now I have failed at the last minute."

The sorcerer spoke through gritted teeth, and his expression revealed the extent of his anger.

Indeed, the sorcerer had been meticulously preparing for a long time to cast a spell on Old Master Luo.

The reason for choosing Old Master Luo was partly out of hatred. This sorcerer was indeed a descendant of the survivors of the Sino-Vietnamese War, but he was a descendant of those Vietnamese soldiers, whose fathers had died at Old Master Luo's hands.

Secondly, he was attracted by the essence of Old Master Luo. Old Master Luo was also a martial artist, but his strength was not very high, only at the Martial Grandmaster level.

The sorcerer uses the spirits of the dead to absorb all of Master Luo's vital energy and convert it into his own power, which would inevitably increase his strength to a higher level.

In order to prevent the powerful figures of the Dragon Kingdom from discovering their conspiracy, the sorcerer had no choice but to choose the safest method, spending five years allowing the evil spirits to gradually absorb the life force of Old Master Luo.

Just two days ago, the sorcerer sensed that the speed at which the evil spirits were absorbing his essence had slowed down considerably. He knew that in another day or two, the evil spirits would completely absorb all of Old Master Luo's vital energy, including his soul.

But at this critical moment, he suddenly lost contact with the ghost. There was only one possibility for this: the ghost had been destroyed.

How could the sorcerer be willing to accept this? He was about to succeed, but now everything had been in vain. How could he not be furious?

"Master, what should we do next?"

"Hmph, now that my witchcraft has reached its peak, as long as I combine witchcraft with black magic in the next few days, my strength will increase greatly. At that time, even if I encounter the top experts of the Dragon Kingdom, I will not be afraid. When I come out of seclusion next time, I will definitely go to the Dragon Kingdom in person. Now let that old man live for a couple more days. Go out, I want to continue my seclusion."

"Yes……"

General Naichai bowed respectfully and quietly left the room.

……

"Dr. Su, according to what you said, if that sorcerer really comes, wouldn't my father be in danger again?"

Upon hearing that the sorcerer would personally risk coming, Luo Heng immediately became worried about his father's safety.

"Brother Luo, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, since I dared to wait for him to walk into the trap, I naturally have a plan to deal with it. I will definitely not let the old man be in danger again."

Su Muchen had already taken away the wisp of soul left in the Yin spirit by the sorcerer the moment he destroyed it. With this wisp of soul, Su Muchen could sense the location of the sorcerer as soon as he got within a thousand miles.

"Alright, Brother Luo, go open the door and let everyone in!"

Su Muchen withdrew his divine sense, and the entire bedroom was no longer closed.

"Dad, you're finally awake..."

"Grandpa, I'm so glad you're alright..."

"Uncle Luo, thank goodness, you've finally woken up!"

After Luo Heng opened the bedroom door, the crowd waiting at the door rushed into the bedroom. When they saw that Old Master Luo had woken up, everyone was very excited.

In particular, Luo Bin and Luo Zijun rushed to the bedside, tearfully recounting how difficult the Luo Group had been during the years that Old Master Luo had been in a coma.

Little did they know that as they complained, Old Master Luo's face grew increasingly gloomy, and his eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Luo Bin and his nephew.

Luo Bin, who was still complaining, seemed to realize something after meeting Old Master Luo's gaze, and immediately shut up and took a step back.

Luo Zijun was unaware that something was wrong with Old Master Luo and continued to wail miserably until a large foot kicked him in the stomach, at which point he stopped talking.

"Ouch……"