Timothy picked up the teacup and took a sip. “There shouldn’t be any survivors from the Youngs… As


    for Nash and the Smiling Grim Reaper… let Sawyer handle them!”


    Martin swallowed hard. “I sent Sawyer to kill Hera, but he was stopped by the Skyes’ protector,


    Sherman Smugh!”


    “Sherman Smugh?”


    “He’s no match for Sawyer.”


    Timothy frowned and snorted.


    Then, Martin detailed the evening’s events to his father.


    After listening, Timothy narrowed his eyes. “This Nash kid seems to have a deep connection with the


    Kleins…”


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    Martin whispered, “Father, do you think Nash could be the Smiling Grim Reaper?”


    Timothy took a deep breath. “It’s possible. Francis Dunn once impersonated the Smiling Grim Reaper


    to approach me… But no worries, just let Sawyer deal with him.”


    Martin expressed his concerns. “If Nash is the Smiling Grim Reaper… he might still have the Heavenly


    Martial Arts Order… if we fail to kill Nash and anger him, the consequences are unimaginable…”


    Hearing this, Timothy’s brows furrowed.


    This Nash kid was indeed troublesome.


    The eldest, Marvin, suggested, “I think we should wait for our great ancestor toe out of his


    seclusion.”


    Timothy sighed. “That seems to be the only option.”


    The next morning, around 8:00 am, Nash and his group finally arrived in Xanthalos.


    Melody sent a voice message in the temporarily formed Tomb Whisperer Lineage WhatsApp group,


    “I’ve booked a luxurious vi in the suburbs. It offers a chance to enjoy the local scenery and provides


    a ce to rest!”


    Heidi cheered: [Yay! I’ve never stayed in a luxurious vi before. Mel’s the best!]


    Derek chimed in: [Richdy, I love you!]


    Nico added: [+1.]


    Bradley chuckled and said: [Mel… remember we’re not here for vacation.]


    Melody arrogantly responded, “I don’t care… I need at least a day of rest!”


    After being in the car for over 20 hours, she felt incredibly ufortable.


    Nash sent a voice message, saying, “Let’s find a ce to eat first.”


    Bradley replied: [We’re currently in Southern Xanthalos… Let’s find food in Northern


    Xanthalos.]


    Two hourster, they finally reached Northern Xanthalos and parked outside a rural restaurant.


    After getting out of the car, Melody took a deep breath.


    Suddenly, she looked up to see a window where an exceptionally ugly old woman was staring


    at them.


    Her hair was disheveled, her back hunched, and her eyes were eerily white.


    Even though Melody was a high-level expert of the Profound Reality Realm, the eerie sight made her


    slightly uneasy.


    The old woman asked in a raspy voice, “Are you here looking for amodation or food?”


    “F-Food,” Melody responded hesitantly.


    She did not want to rest or even eat here.


    However, this was the only nearby ce to get food, and it was Bradley who had found it.


    “Five hundred per person!” the old woman dered, then shut the window and drew the curtains before


    heading downstairs.


    “F-Five hundred bucks?”


    Derek’s eyelids twitched. “She should just ro us. Why bother running this restaurant?”