After Dong Guangjie finished filming, Ghost Buddha controlled the soul light orb to fly into Lina's body.
Everyone silently watched Lina's body, wondering if she could be resurrected.
After a full three hours, when the sky was just starting to lighten, Lina's eyelids, lying on the stretcher, suddenly twitched.
"She moved!" Dong Guangjie's face was filled with excitement. A person who had been dead for thirty-eight years was actually resurrected by them.
If this news got out, the whole world would be shaken.
Beside him, his apprentice, Xiao Yang, had arrived at some point, holding a camera and recording the entire process.
Jiang Yan's expression remained unchanged. When he saw the Flesh Bodhisattva appear, coupled with its ability and its perfect compatibility with Ghost Buddha.
He suspected that these two were coexisting entities from the same world, either as dependents or collaborators.
Lina's eyelids flickered rapidly, as if she wanted to open them but was met with an invisible resistance.
"Redd!" Suddenly, Lina Enid opened her eyes, sat up abruptly, and shouted.
However, when she saw the unfamiliar surroundings and the group of black-clad and white-robed people who didn't look like good people.
Her face immediately showed vigilance as she looked at the people around her: "Where is this? Where is my power? What are you trying to do to me? I'm telling you, my husband is a Level Four martial artist, so you'd better not touch me!"
She felt as if all her strength had vanished, and she had become a weak, ordinary person.
Because there had once been a unified empire across the entire continent, everyone on this continent spoke the same language, which allowed Jiang Yan to understand her words very clearly.
'Level Four martial artist?' Jiang Yan's eyes flickered.
However, Jiang Yan showed a smile on the surface: "Ms. Lina, do you know what year it is?"
Lina found it strange that someone would ask such a question, but seeing the grim-faced Bodyguards around Jiang Yan.
She still said, "You're a strange person. Isn't it March 1722? Although I don't know how you kidnapped me here, I advise you to release me now, and I will persuade my husband not to hold it against you."
Jiang Yan gave an order to Ghost Buddha, and Ghost Buddha's invisible figure put his palms together towards Lina.
The next moment, Lina closed her eyes and lay back on the stretcher.
Dong Guangjie hurriedly walked over to Jiang Yan: "March 1722. It seems she lost her memories before she died. The records show that she died in April of that year at the hands of an Awakened One."
Jiang Yan nodded: "That's right. At that time, Redd also only had Level Four strength."
Jiang Yan then looked at Ghost Buddha: "Can you control her memories, or delete them?"
Ghost Buddha nodded slightly at Jiang Yan, indicating that he could suppress memories.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan's mouth curved into a smile: "Delete all the memories from when she woke up and saw us, and all her previous memories, leaving only Redd's memories. Han Qi, take Lina to Perth Nation, and just leave her in any populated area."
"Yes!" Han Qi nodded.
Jiang Yan immediately ordered Ghost Buddha to delete Lina's memories. Then, a Cloud Ray flew down, carrying Han Qi and the unconscious Lina towards Perth Nation.
Jiang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the distant cloud mass. His eyes narrowed slightly: 'Duke Redd, I hope you like the gift I'm sending you.'
Once the skeleton tree is planted, there is no turning back. To obtain the soul crystal, one must withstand the probes from Awakened Ones all over the world.
With the Monster Association currently having only King of the Deep Sea, a Level Five Monster, facing them alone is still a bit difficult.
So Jiang Yan could only use this method to drag another Level Five martial artist into the fray... 8 AM, in a small city in Perth Nation.
"Madam, wake up, madam, please wake up." Lina heard the calls in her ears and struggled to open her eyes.
What met her gaze was a middle-aged, plump woman in black, looking at her with concern.
"Who am I? Where is this?" Lina looked pitiful, curled up, and nervously surveyed her surroundings.
She felt that everything around her was incredibly unfamiliar, her mind was blank, and she knew nothing.
Coupled with her beautiful appearance, it evoked a feeling of pity in others.
Seeing her like this, the plump woman had no choice but to call the Enforcers.
In a remote town within Perth Nation, Redd sat at his doorway playing the harmonica as usual.
"Wooh wooh wooh!" An unpleasant sound echoed nearby.
Beep beep beep!
But this time, not long after, a landline phone rang inside his house.
Redd put down his harmonica, frowning: "Which little brat is bothering this old man?"
His landline number hadn't changed in forty or fifty years, and only a few people in the entire country knew it—all top dignitaries within Perth Nation.
Walking into the house and picking up an old yellow landline phone, he said impolitely, "Hello, who's looking for me?"
"Hello, is this Duke Redd Dominic? This is the Truville City Enforcement Bureau, and I am the director here." The voice on the other end was very respectful, speaking cautiously.
Redd frowned. Truville City was nearly two hundred kilometers away from here, and he hadn't been there in over ten years. Why would they call him?
However, he still spoke: "It's me. What is it?"
The director on the other end, seeing Redd confirm, quickly said: "It's like this, Duke Redd, we found a woman on the roadside here. She claims to be your wife, Ms. Lina, and she provided us with your phone number."
These words immediately brought an expression of extreme fury to Redd's face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Kid, I don't know where you got my number, but I'm telling you, this joke isn't funny, and people will die."
Daring to joke about his deceased wife, no matter who he was, Redd had already decided to kill him.
The director on the other end was also frightened and quickly said: "Duke Redd, I guarantee with my life that this is true. You can come to the Truville City Enforcement Bureau. If it's false, you don't need to do anything; I'll shoot myself."
"Wait for me, I'm coming now." Redd hung up the phone with a cold expression.
He would go there now. He wanted to see who dared to rub salt in his wounds.
He slung his old blue bag over his shoulder and ran directly towards Truville City.
He didn't run along the road but dashed straight into the forest, covering hundreds of meters with each step.
His speed increased rapidly, going from barely visible to a complete blur in less than two seconds.
The strongest aspect of a martial artist is their physical fitness. Even if he appeared old on the surface, his speed was no less than that of those young Awakened Ones.