Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 207: I'm Zhou Qingfeng

"Zhou Qingfeng's grave? Is Zhou Qingfeng dead?"

Fang Xiu suddenly thought of the information that Ace and the King of Spades had revealed to him before—Zhou Qingfeng had disappeared, and they didn't know where he had gone.

"So, is he dead?" Fang Xiu felt it was unlikely. Zhou Qingfeng dared to plot against the chosen one, and he could control Class S Specters. It didn't seem possible that he would die here.

'Could it be someone with the same name?' Fang Xiu wondered.

The others noticed that Fang Xiu was not responding and became curious. They followed his gaze and were immediately shocked.

"Zhou Qingfeng's grave? Zhou Qingfeng is dead?" Yang Ming was stunned.

Even the stoic Bai Qi was equally shocked.

After their experience at the Green Mountain Mental Hospital, no one knew better than them how terrifying Zhou Qingfeng was.

They had encountered two Class S Specters in the mental hospital alone, not to mention the many other Specters they hadn't faced. And they were all Zhou Qingfeng's creations.

Hei Jiji looked curiously at everyone and then at Zhou Qingfeng's grave. She asked, "Who is Zhou Qingfeng? Is he your friend? Why are you so shocked to see this grave?"

Yang Ming took a deep breath and explained, "Although we haven't seen the real Zhou Qingfeng, we've seen the Class S Specters he created."

"What?" Hei Jiji was instantly shocked, her mouth slightly open. "He created Class S Specters? Did I hear that right? Can Class S Specters be created by humans? Are you joking?"

However, no one was laughing; they all looked serious.

Seeing this, Hei Jiji felt a chill in her heart. She couldn't imagine that there was someone in this world who could create Class S Specters. That was beyond human capability.

Class S Specters were the highest level of Specters in the world. Without control, a Class S Specter could destroy a nation.

"Could it be someone with the same name?" Bai Qi asked seriously.

"Whether it is or not, we'll know by digging it up," Fang Xiu replied and began digging the grave.

He was going to dig up Zhou Qingfeng's grave.

Hei Jiji was a bit worried. The Graveyard was so terrifying that digging up a grave might cause some bad consequences.

But she remembered the trust everyone had in Fang Xiu and didn't stop him in the end. She thought that perhaps he had seen the future, which made him so sure.

Fang Xiu's silver hair grew and gathered, drilling into the grave. Soon, a big hole was dug in the grave.

Inside the hole was a coffin, a very ordinary wooden coffin. It was so ordinary that it didn't seem like it could hold a powerful person's body.

But when he saw the coffin, Fang Xiu had a feeling. He felt that Zhou Qingfeng's body was inside, and this feeling grew stronger.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu reached out and gently grasped the side of the coffin. Yang Ming and the others watched him nervously, curious to see if Zhou Qingfeng was inside.

The next second, the answer was revealed.

BANG!

Fang Xiu lifted the coffin lid, revealing what was inside.

A person lay quietly inside, or more accurately, a corpse. The body looked fresh, as if it had been preserved. It looked more like someone sleeping than a dead person.

Seeing the person in the coffin, they were all shocked.

The person inside was indeed Zhou Qingfeng.

He was dressed in a well-fitted, vintage suit, wearing a gentleman's hat, and an old-fashioned pair of glasses, looking like someone from the last century. He appeared to be at peace, as if he were merely sleeping.

"It's really Zhou Qingfeng!?" Yang Ming stared at the body. He had seen Fang Xiu transform into this face, and he was sure he couldn't be mistaken about someone so mysterious.

Fang Xiu gazed at Zhou Qingfeng's body for a long time, examining every detail. All the details were identical to the real Zhou Qingfeng.

_'Could Zhou Qingfeng really be dead? This place seems like a place from a hundred years ago, and Zhou Qingfeng's clothes are also from that time. Did he die a hundred years ago? And his body didn't change for a century? No, that's not right!'_

He recalled the information he had gotten from Ace and the King of Spades. Though it was indirectly obtained, it was clear from their tone that Zhou Qingfeng had disappeared, but not for a century.

If he had been gone for a hundred years, it would mean Ace and the King of Spades were over a hundred years old, which was unlikely. Ace and the King of Spades were clearly from modern times.

Moreover, while the facilities at Green Mountain Mental Hospital were old, they still had plasma TVs, which were not from a century ago, but from decades ago.

Fang Xiu considered two possibilities. One, this body was not Zhou Qingfeng but perhaps a substitute. In a world with Specters, psychic abilities were varied and strange. Creating an exact copy of oneself wasn't something extraordinary.

The other possibility was that the body in the coffin was the real Zhou Qingfeng, and the President of Green Mountain Mental Hospital wasn't. He had merely assumed Zhou Qingfeng's identity for some reason.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu took out a scalpel and stabbed it into Zhou Qingfeng's neck.

Everyone was startled by his sudden action.

Looking at the scalpel in the neck, Fang Xiu frowned. He had used the power of pain, but Zhou Qingfeng had no reaction, and no blood flowed from the neck.

It seemed the person was really dead; this was indeed a corpse."

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