The Legendary Man Chapter 717-Lynn’s body was all puffed up, but she wasn’t a balloon and couldn’t withstand the suffering.
Beside the coffin, Jonathan gripped Ernest’s throat menacingly. If Ernest dared to talk nonsense, Jonathan would take his life immediately and find another target.
“Oh my gosh! He’s going to kill him!” the others screamed in fear and ran away from the house.
Nevertheless, Jonathan wasn’t about to let them leave easily.
“Stop!”
He expanded his force field, causing those within a fifty-meter radius to abruptly stop in their tracks.
“I’ll only give you one chance. Who killed Lynn?” Jonathan managed between gritted teeth as his arm trembled profusely. If he wasn’t doing his best to hold back his power, Ernest would be dead by now.
“I-I don’t know! I really don’t! Mr. Goldstein, I don’t know who killed her. A while ago, those loan sharks that you drove away returned. We tried to help Lynn, but those people were brutal. We failed to stop them—”
“Cut to the chase!” Jonathan increased his force on Ernest’s throat. Without warning, a foul smell spread into the air.
It turned out that Ernest had peed his pants out of fear.
“Mr. Goldstein, I’m telling the truth. I don’t know anything!” Ernest insisted as he struggled in anguish. “Those loan sharks demanded to see you, then they took Lynn with them. The next thing we heard was a call from town the day before yesterday asking us to identify and claim her corpse.”
“They demanded to see me?” Jonathan narrowed his gaze. “Give me the number that informed you about her death the other day!”
“My pocket…” Ernest choked out as he struggled in vain. He was about to suffocate to his death under Jonathan’s grip.
A thought surfaced in Jonathan’s mind, and Ernest’s phone floated out of his pocket and landed on Jonathan’s palm.
“The password is six, seven, eight, nine!” Ernest revealed just in time.
Jonathan unlocked the phone and scrolled to the unknown number.
“Hello, this is Serious Crime Unit’s 101 Missing Persons Registry.”
“Serious Crime Unit?” Jonathan asked coldly.
The person on the other end of the line was surprised at Jonathan’s question.
“Who are—”
Before he could finish, the call was ended.
The man stared at the phone in his hand, feeling puzzled.
Behind him, a short-haired lady clad in denim walked past him.
“Arwin, why are you in a daze? Did someone call to identify a corpse?”
“Oh? Captain Hart!” Arwin placed the phone down and got up to face the woman behind him.
“It wasn’t a victim’s family. A man called to ask whether this was the Serious Crime Unit and then hung up. Perhaps he called the wrong number,” Arwin explained nervously.
The short-haired lady patted his shoulder encouragingly. “Hang in there. We have over forty unclaimed bodies. If no one comes to claim them, we’ll have to cremate them and bury them in the public cemetery.”
“Got it!” Arwin bobbed his head. “Have there been any new developments regarding the murderer, Captain Hart?”
“Nope.” Leslie sighed. “He was last spotted at Summerbank Mountain. How did he vanish into thin air after that?”
Leslie paused all of a sudden. If that man is here, he should be able to find a clue.
Back at Xenhall, Jonathan would never have guessed that his phone call reminded someone of him.
Ernest had already been thrown aside, and the other individuals wearing black who had been vying for Lynn’s possessions were now sprawled on the floor.
Jonathan’s voice was cold and icy like it had come from the depths of hell. “When Mr. Chancer died, none of you lifted a finger to help Lynn. Now that she’s gone, you show no genuine sorrow for her passing. All you care about is getting your hands on her possessions. Well, I won’t let any of you have it.”
The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly contracted. It initially targeted those in a fifty-meter radius, but now, it was suppressing Lynn’s supposed relatives.
Cracking sounds reverberated in the air as Ernest and the like screamed in pain.
“Each of you will lose one arm as a reminder not to take anything that doesn’t belong to you. Scram!”
Once Jonathan said that, the spiritual energy pinning these people down vanished into thin air.
When the invisible shackle that kept them unmoving disappeared, they burst into tears and immediately fled the scene.
Jonathan faced the corpse in the coffin and waved his hand. Miraculously, the lid of the coffin began to levitate.
Using his spiritual energy, Jonathan placed the bloodstained jade pendant onto Lynn’s chest before closing the lid.
“Lynn, I shall see you off for one last time!”
Jonathan retrieved Lynn’s black and white portrait. A black cloth lying on the ground automatically floated up and wrapped itself around Jonathan’s waist.
“Give way for the dead!” Jonathan hollered. His voice echoed throughout the mountains surrounding Xenhall.
It was as if the sky and the ground were bidding Lynn farewell as well.
The coffin containing Lynn was gently lifted into the air when a light breeze blew through the courtyard.
As the flowers scattered around, Jonathan walked ahead alone.
Behind the coffin, a blazing staff pierced through the walls of Lynn’s house, sending a wave of fierce heat throughout the room.
The roaring flame escalated ferociously when aided by the wind. Soon, the house was swallowed by the fire.
“They will stop fighting over the house when it’s gone. Lynn, goodbye!”
With that, Jonathan walked out of the village and headed to the mountains with the coffin behind him.
This peculiar occurrence led to a decrease in the number of people in Xenhall.
The villagers weren’t cultivators, so they had no idea that spiritual energy could lift things up.
They assumed it was an invisible existence that helped lift the coffin to bring Lynn to the cemetery.
Because of that, no one dared to take Lynn’s house. In fact, a few years later, the villagers raised funds to build a temple in Lynn’s name, which they named Lady Lynn Temple.
Even Jonathan was amused when he learned about their actions.
Halfway up the mountain, Jonathan reached out to press a palm on the ground.
A strong burst of spiritual energy was channeled into the ground, and inch by inch, the soil flew aside to reveal a tomb.
“Lynn, rest in peace. I will definitely avenge you and Sabino. I promised to be a witness at your wedding, but that didn’t happen when you were both alive. To commemorate your union, I will leave the jade pendant, which had been passed down in Sabino’s family for generations, with you. I shall now stand as a witness to your union in death. May you be reunited in the afterlife and love each other for eternity.”
Drawing the Heaven Sword, Jonathan strode to a nearby boulder and carved out a square stone to inscribe their names upon it.
“Goodbye, Lynn and Sabino.”
After sticking the stone tablet into the ground before the coffin, he spun on his heels and left.
The freshly-turned earth slowly seeped together behind him. A tiny tree swayed in the breeze as if speaking a silent goodbye.
