Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2642

To Zeke's surprise, Lacey's body became half-transparent and grew smaller as seconds passed.

“What's going on with you, Lacey?” Panicking, he hugged her tighter.

However, her body had turned fully transparent by that point, and she was gone.

In the end, her body transformed into a handkerchief.

It happened so fast that it left Zeke completely dumbfounded.

He reached out to grab the handkerchief. Unexpectedly, the handkerchief was pulled away by a strand of hair into the distance.

That hair... It looks like the strand belonging to the Ancient Gods I found in Tiger's Cave earlier today!

Enraged, Levi roared, “Stop right there! I don't care who you are! If you touch my wife, you're dead!”

Instead of halting, the hair moved faster. In an instant, it carried the handkerchief and floated hundreds of meters into the air.

B*stard! Zeke jumped and flew toward the hair.

In response, the hair soared across the sky at an even greater speed.

It was moving so briskly that he almost couldn't catch up to it.

Zeke was flabbergasted because as a Celestial Class warrior, he was one of, if not the fastest person alive.

Yet, the hair was moving faster than him. He couldn't help but wonder how powerful the Ancient Gods were if only a strand of their hair could surpass him in terms of speed.

Still, Zeke refused to give up.

After pursuing the hair for five minutes, he saw a ball of light in the distance.

In response, he slowed down cautiously.

It was unusual for a fire to exist in the wild during the middle of the night, after all.

When he got nearer to the fire, he was astonished to discover someone sitting next to it.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized the figure as an old beggar.

The disheveled old beggar had tattered clothing on him. His countenance was filled with wrinkles, and his mouth only had a single tooth left.

He was holding a handkerchief in his right hand as he gazed at the chicken he was roasting, drooling.

That handkerchief is definitely Lacey's. However, who's this old man? The hair didn't transform into him, right? Or is this really the true form of an Ancient God? If it is, he looks way too shabby. As those thoughts swirled in his mind, Zeke approached the beggar.

A wretched smile formed on the old beggar's face when he saw Zeke.

Once Zeke was close enough, he asked, “Where did you get this handkerchief, sir?”

Still, Zeke refused to give up.

After pursuing the hair for five minutes, he saw a ball of light in the distance.

The old beggar glanced at him before continuing to roast his chicken. “This is mine. What do you mean where did I get it?”

“This is my wife's handkerchief, sir. Have you seen her?”

“Your wife? Is her name Lacey?”

That excited Zeke. “Yes! Her name's Lacey! Can you tell me where my wife is, sir?”

The beggar chuckled. “I don't know.”

Helplessly, Zeke confronted, “You must know where she is, sir. How would you know her name otherwise? Also, this handkerchief really does belong to my wife. Where did you get it?”

After a brief moment of contemplation, the beggar tore a chicken leg off the roasted chicken and threw it to Zeke. “You can have that.”

Staring at the old man's dirty hand and yellow, tartar-covered teeth, Zeke felt too disgusted to eat.

“If you want to know where your wife is, you will eat.”

For Lacey's sake, Zeke stifled his disgust, took a big bite of the chicken leg, and chewed it forcefully. “Can you tell me where my wife is now, sir?”

“Sit.”

In response, Zeke sat.

Then, the old beggar uttered seriously, “I truly have no idea where she is.”