Chapter 162

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

Because a portion of the boy's memories was still being overwritten, he had been unable to understand much of the previous conversation due to a lack of the necessary cognitive conditions.

But now, he felt he understood some of it.

Not only did he feel he understood, but he also realized he had a strange sense of familiarity with this process—specifically, this narrative style of using a large number of aliases to make insinuations.

Li Zhuiyuan frowned slightly; he was very curious about what kind of life he would lead "in the future," where he couldn't even speak plainly and had to beat around the bush.

"Little guy, did you really understand?"

"Mm."

"Tell me."

"You only cared about your own pleasure, burning your bridges before you, leaving no path for those who came after."

"The words are crude, but the logic is sound."

"So, should I blame you for the trouble I have 'in the future'?"

"How can you blame me? Look, I didn't even leave behind any descendants, so how could I have imagined that countless years later, there would be a little guy like you who would contract the same illness as me and walk the same path?"

"Indeed."

"How much of what I just demonstrated for you did you fully grasp?"

"I've grasped the core. Even if the memories in this dream blur, I can still follow the feeling to reverse-engineer the techniques, formations, and Feng Shui.

I have a feeling this isn't difficult; it seems I do this often."

"Normal, after all, you even restored that fellow's Twelve Dharma Decrees."

"To speak from the heart, if we weren't doing this, and you had the chance to stand before him with that Yin family descendant in the future, if you said you were surnamed Yin and the other was a fake, he might even slap that true descendant to death and acknowledge you as his own."

"Is it that absurd?"

"For someone who has existed for a long time, blood descendants no longer have any meaning to him."

"That's true."

"Let's begin."

"Okay."

During the previous teaching demonstration, the figure had already set up the formation and adjusted the Feng Shui layout; Li Zhuiyuan now only needed to sit inside and begin driving it with his own essence.

The figure stood behind Li Zhuiyuan, placed a hand on the boy's head, and said in a deep voice:

"Whether human, god, or ghost, all possess spiritual intent. The difference is that because evil spirits are loathed by heaven and earth, their spiritual perception is generally incomplete, making them easier to manipulate, but it is not only them that can be manipulated."

"Gods have myriad transformations; there are mountain and river spirits, ghost kings entering the ranks, and incense-molded forms. But when they walk the world, they all take the spiritual body as their foundation, so they can also be deceived and played in the palm of one's hand."

"If you want to master them, you must first dispel the enchantment. After peeling away that layer of skin, you will find that they are actually just like that."

A sense of agreement arose in Li Zhuiyuan's heart.

It seems he has come into contact with certain gods?

The figure continued: "Ordinary people have thin spiritual intent, which is why it is difficult to capture, but you can borrow spirit from them, first helping them store water, then guiding the flow with your own intent."

"Because our medical conditions are special, we are not subject to the backlash of this method."

"But this method must still not be abused; it is easy to invite disaster and be rejected by the Heavenly Dao."

"What is considered 'not abusing'?"

"When used for the righteous path, it is not called abuse."

"Understood."

"Close your eyes and focus your mind; I will take you through one cycle first."

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, and the one behind him also closed his eyes.

The next moment, Li Zhuiyuan felt his spiritual will suddenly open up, like a person walking in the wilderness, experiencing the changes of wind and clouds and the shifting of the four seasons.

Immediately, his line of sight grew higher and higher, gradually detaching from that person, arriving above him, and from another perspective, he began to witness his walking and watch the spring, summer, autumn, and winter rotating around him.

This is the artistic conception within the teaching.

Li Zhuiyuan knew clearly that the reason this blurry figure dared to teach like this was that the other party was certain he had already mastered the level of the technique.

What the figure was doing was, on this foundation, constantly opening up the layout for him.

In the boy's existing memories, Li Lan often took him to see a psychologist. Under hypnosis many times, it resulted in him sometimes, when bored, reverse-hypnotizing the psychologist to make the doctor quiet down and pass the boring treatment time.

Hypnosis is one-on-one; first lure them out, then use their memory environment to guide them to achieve the goal one wants. Dream ghosts are also based on this principle.

What the figure taught him was to construct a new environment and directly perform a substitution.

Li Zhuiyuan finally understood what the figure meant by "rejected by the Heavenly Dao."

The boy "doesn't know yet" specifically what evil spirits refer to, but he feels that even for evil spirits, it would be difficult to approve of such "extremely evil" techniques.

One cycle ended.

Li Zhuiyuan slowly opened his eyes. He suddenly felt that the things he saw in his line of sight, while clearly unchanged, had a new feeling.

The figure spoke: "Little guy, how does it feel?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You were actually holding back just now."

The figure grabbed the boy's head, shook it back and forth, and scolded angrily:

"You brat, if you didn't have the same illness as me, I really couldn't teach you this secret technique. Teaching you would only harm you, just like that fellow who taught you this."

"So, do I have a Master?"

"That probably isn't your Master; it's your enemy."

"Then why didn't he kill me?"

"He wants you to wish you were dead."

"Then he's actually quite kind."

"That's because he didn't anticipate it. He probably just felt you were very similar to me, but he didn't expect you to be so similar to me."

"He still taught me things after all; it was probably also him who took your book for me to read."

"He should only have that one in his hands. As for the rest, I deliberately scattered them after I finished writing them. He shouldn't have that kind of fortune."

"Fortune?"

"When I calculated your fate just now, I not only calculated that you, brat, are currently sailing a boat, but also that you have deep fortune."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Of course. However, if it weren't for this endless fortune on your body, I would really suspect that you, brat, practiced some evil method to specifically plunder people's luck; that would be too low-level."

"Is it too much?"

"So much that even if you were busy accumulating virtue and doing good from your mother's womb, it would be too late to accumulate it this heavily."

"Ancestral virtue."

"The nature is different. I actually suspect whether someone has actively swapped their fate with you."

"Fortune is a good thing, right?"

"Nonsense."

"Who would be willing to swap these for me?"

"That you have to ask yourself. You, brat, can act and deceive people. Who knows, you might have coaxed someone into being happy, and they were willing to give you everything."

"Deceiving like this doesn't seem very good."

"Indeed, but at least they must be sincere toward you."

"I really want to dispel the brain fog and go see who it is."

"Wait until this matter is over; you have plenty of time. Let's move to the next step."

"Open the formation, guide the Feng Shui!"

"Open!"

Li Zhuiyuan began to activate the formation while simultaneously mobilizing the Feng Shui layout.

The figure had already done the most difficult part of the preparation; all he needed to do now was put it in the pot and stir-fry.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't know if the "future" him would know this.

Actually, he wouldn't.

He was skilled in formations and proficient in Feng Shui, and could also use formations to drive Feng Shui or Feng Shui to guide formations, but he wouldn't fuse formations and Feng Shui into one.

Because of "ignorance," he didn't know yet how much of a bargain he had gotten this time.

To a certain extent, it could be said that relying on the figure's hand-in-hand teaching, he had elevated the cores of his "Formation Dao," "Feng Shui Dao," and "Technique Dao" by a notch.

The formation opened, and the Twelve Earthly Branches rotated. Each branch had a pictograph; at first glance, they were the Twelve Zodiac animals, but internally they gave birth to many mysteries.

A sense of "as expected" arose in Li Zhuiyuan's heart.

It was as if he had already experienced this scene.

Or perhaps he had long known that the figure had a similar habitual style, liking to use animal forms in techniques.

This might also be because he didn't like communicating with people, at least in the past, and his early habits gradually formed a fixed style.

The formation patterns rotated: Child-Rat opened the formation, Ox-Ox arranged the method, and Tiger-Tiger presented the front. As the three sides alternated, the next moment, a mass of black mist appeared in front of Li Zhuiyuan.

The figure spoke: "How much do you know about the Great Emperor of Fengdu?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I've learned from books; he should be called Yin Changsheng."

"Then do as you learned from the books. Do you need me to teach you how to blaspheme this Great Emperor and thereby provoke his anger?"

"No need, I can do it."

"Remember, there is only one chance. Since you've decided to provoke him and become enemies, then don't hold back; use every means possible."

"Using him as a blade, he will be very angry."

"Using him as a blade, but not doing it sharply enough, the Great Emperor will only be angrier."

"Understood. There is one more thing: what does that little ghost you mentioned outside look like?"

The figure reached out and captured, and a painting fell, depicting the image of the dream ghost: head bowed holding a lamp, in damp white clothes.

"A little ghost can't make such a big scene; there are others behind it helping it. Those people should be the real targets you want to solve."

"I know."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go to that dream next door."

Li Zhuiyuan said: "You said the Yin family member in the dream next door should also be on my side."

"That's right."

"I have to go and say hello to him first."

"Then do you still need to seek his consent?"

"Just going to say hello. If he is my person, then he will definitely agree."

"So, you are taking care of his emotions?"

Li Zhuiyuan heard this and showed a look of pain.

The figure lowered his head, carefully observing the boy's expression, and laughed:

"Hahahahaha, you brat, you're better than me. At your age, I hadn't even become terminally ill, yet you've already started treating the illness."

"Maybe it's because I have a good mother."

"That really might be it; early diagnosis, early treatment."

"Is your illness cured?"

"I am missing this part of the memory."

"I don't quite believe it."

"Sometimes, knowing the answer too early makes it impossible to walk through. I can only tell you that you are much better than my past self. At that time, I wouldn't have cared at all about so-called... partners."

"It's a pity you can't take the memories here out, otherwise I'd really want to entrust you to say sorry to that fellow who passed the technique to you."

"It's fine. You said that you and I can both act; I think I should be able to deceive him."

"Also true. That brat is silly; I used to tease him. He's so stupid, it wouldn't be strange if one day he was tricked by others into watching the door."

"I'm going."

"Go, I can't leave this dream. I'm waiting for your performance; I want to see... the Great Emperor's fury!"

"Tiger-Tiger returns to position, Rabbit-Rabbit leads the way!"

On the bridge, the dream ghost's figure reappeared after disappearing for a while.

It had just gone outside again; those people urged it again, and it brushed them off once more.

"Urging what? Urging what? There are three existences here; which one do I dare to urge? Truly standing and talking doesn't... hm?"

As the dream ghost scolded, it suddenly discovered that the dream it controlled had undergone new changes. Two independent dreams had actually produced some kind of connection at this moment.

This made it feel very puzzled, but soon, the dream of that woman from before actually began to backtrack.

The dream ghost immediately turned its head to look at both sides of the bridge. On one side, the turtle was still churning on the lake, and on the other side, the fierce ghost actually began to retreat.

Although it had prepared for a nine-deaths-and-one-life situation to divert the disaster, if the situation could recover and get better, that would be the best.

The dream ghost immediately began to sway; this was a great joy of seeing hope after despair.

It had a guess in its heart, which was that these three terrifying existences were afraid that none of them were willing to take action to crush it to death. Wouldn't that mean they were treating it like a fart and letting it go?

Yin Meng stood at the entrance of the coffin shop with a numb expression.

She saw a mother and son holding an umbrella walk past from the street in front. The little girl was just about to reach out and point at her, but was covered by another black umbrella. Under the umbrella stood a boy.

The boy was looking at the surrounding environment while walking toward the coffin shop.

Yin Meng didn't recognize him, but when he approached her, a sense of inexplicable reliance arose in her heart.

As if as long as he was here, everything about her would have a place to rest and she wouldn't be lost anymore.

She didn't even think about who this person in front of her was or why he could make her have this feeling, because after seeing him, she didn't want to use her brain anymore.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the coffin shop, closed the umbrella, and shook it.

"What is your name?"

"Yin Meng."

"You are on my side."

"Oh."

"Do you want to listen to me?"

"Listen."

"Then I want to do some things."

"Okay."

"These things will make you very embarrassed."

"It doesn't matter."

"You agreed?"

"Agreed."

Li Zhuiyuan was a bit surprised, because everything was a bit too smooth.

His first reaction was, are all my future partners this obedient?

But soon, he interpreted the root cause from the numbness and exhaustion deep in the girl's eyes.

She had been tortured to the point of withering; at this time, she was the most helpless.

If he had a relationship with her in the future and was on the same side, then this sense of familiarity in the dark would make her instinctively treat him as a straw to clutch at.

The umbrella that had just been closed was opened again.

"Then I'm going to work."

"Okay."

The boy opened the umbrella again and walked into the curtain of rain.

Yin Meng summoned her courage and shouted with a hoarse voice:

"Then what do I need to do?"

"Just be obedient."

"Okay, I will be very obedient." After a pause, the girl shouted again, "Don't abandon me."

After Li Zhuiyuan heard this, he stopped his steps, turned his head, and looked at her again.

He didn't know what would happen to him in the future yet, but the girl's tone made him a bit puzzled.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't know what his status in the team would be in the future, nor did he know that Yin Meng had also once been like Zhuangzhuang, anxious about her role and position in the team.

Under the premise of blind men touching an elephant, it is always easy to produce some misunderstandings.

However, Li Zhuiyuan remembered that the figure said he wasn't actually seventy or eighty years old; his age was still very young, only a little bit older than now.

So, he is still a child now. Since he is a child, it certainly has nothing to do with so-called "love."

Moreover, it's impossible for his team to be all children, so the girl in front of him, her real age should at least be an adult, so there's an age gap.

Li Zhuiyuan tried to stretch out his hand and point downward.

The coffin shop's plaque fell, and Yin Meng was standing right underneath.

Yin Meng heard the movement, looked up, and the plaque hovered above her head.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed upward, and the plaque returned to its original position.

A smile appeared on Yin Meng's face: "You are so amazing!"

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head.

Just now, when she was about to be hit, his heart did have some ripples, but not many.

It wasn't like when he was riding bumper cars with Li Lan, and when the girl in the red Hanfu was about to be hit, he almost lost control and went crazy.

Although they were both girls of the same age, she and she, in his heart, couldn't be compared.

Then, how did he and that Hanfu girl meet?

Really very curious.

It couldn't be because she looked good, right?

"Heh, hehehehehe!"

In the amusement park, although he couldn't leave this dream, the figure with his hand on the boy's head could still see the picture in the dream opposite through this.

Ordinary people find it hard to understand; at this time, this brat actually still had the leisure to specifically distinguish which girl carried more weight in his heart.

But he could understand.

Because he and this boy were the same kind of person.

And people like them would feel incomparably surprised at any special emotion that appeared in their hearts, followed by huge curiosity.

However, there was one point that the figure couldn't understand:

"Can people as heartless as us also have people we like?"

The concept of pitying each other received the clearest interpretation at this moment.

Because this figure, at such a critical and important moment, actually moved the hand that had been on the boy's head and instead came outside the bumper car venue.

He wanted to take a look.

After all, no matter how serious the matter was, it wasn't as important as the fun in their hearts.

Inside the amusement park, the girl in red sat on a bench, motionless.

After the protagonist of the dream left, this place naturally fell into stagnation.

Of course, even if the protagonist didn't leave, there weren't many living people in this amusement park.

The figure rested his hands on the railing outside the bumper car venue, carefully observing and scrutinizing this girl.

"Don't say, she really is good-looking. You brat, at such a young age, you know how to reserve fine bran for yourself."

But good-looking was definitely not the first element.

The figure knew too well what he and that boy were.

He looked at the girl's face and began to calculate.

"Come, let's look at your physiognomy and fate first."

As he calculated, the figure paused and said in surprise:

"Eh, so noble, yet so fierce?"

This girl's fate was noble beyond words, yet at the same time, extremely bumpy.

The figure had experienced the era of turmoil and division; he had only seen such a fate on a princess of a fallen country.

"Sigh."

The figure walked back to his original position and came before the boy again. The boy sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, and the formation patterns around him were faintly visible.

"It's a pity I'm already dead, otherwise I could really help you."

"Tsk,"

"Forget it, it's meaningless. If I hadn't died, you would probably be the first person to come and kill me."

"You don't like me meddling in other people's business even more, right?"

"I said earlier that because I've been here, your future path will add a lot of trouble, but actually, you didn't blame me."

"Even if you don't have complete memories, deep in your personality, you probably don't want to walk the path I walked before."

"If there weren't some changes, you would instead feel very bored."

The figure raised his hand again and placed it on the boy's head.

"Hey, you brat, you really know how to play."

Li Zhuiyuan, walking on the street with an umbrella, pinched a seal with his left hand, echoing the formation:

"Dragon-Dragon returns to position, Snake-Snake appears!"

The boy disappeared on the spot.

The dream ghost appeared on the Ghost Street.

Behind him, there was a group of blurry shadows, appearing to be wearing long robes, revealing no true faces.

These were the images created by Li Zhuiyuan himself.

He had just seen the dream ghost in the painting, and these people behind it were expressed by Li Zhuiyuan using blurry means.

Coincidentally, these images actually collided with those people in reality.

This wasn't purely luck, but the boy simply felt that fellows who liked to hide their heads and show their tails when doing things should be presented in this way.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but sigh: It seems he hasn't had little contact with that group of things that can't be brought to the table in the future.

Every step the dream ghost took, the passersby and shop owners along the way all walked out.

They initially destroyed everything related to Fengdu culture, and then pushed out various faith tablets.

Influenced by the nature of Li Lan's work, Li Zhuiyuan knew a lot about ancient culture. It wasn't that he was really interested; he was purely bored, so he memorized it while taking a look.

Although in the contemporary era, the well-known major religions were just those few, among the people, various "lewd shrines" were countless, and even every village had more than one. If one looked at the past and present, they were truly myriad, like crucian carp crossing the river.

The vast majority of them had long since vanished in the sea of history.

Some were simply not influential enough and hadn't been certified by ancient imperial courts; some were truly "lewd shrines." In the present, they were truly extremely violating public order and good customs, simply unbearable to look at.

The boy deliberately replicated these.

Fengdu is your Great Emperor of Fengdu's dojo, the place where you, Yin Changsheng, "became an immortal." Everything here is closely related to you, and the people here have also been singing your stories for generations.

Then I will stage a scene of great disrespect to you in this dream.

Leading these "unlucky dregs," a vast crowd, to jump in your face.

If it were purely fictional, it wouldn't count as anything, but here, each one is "real."

Soon, the team grew larger and larger, and the images of "lewd shrines" became more and more numerous.

The dream ghost led the team to the entrance of the coffin shop.

It raised its hand, and the crowd behind it stopped.

Yin Meng stood at the entrance, looking at this unbelievable scene, blinking her eyes constantly.

As a Fengdu person, the scene in front of her made her feel discordant from the bottom of her heart.

But she knew that everything was the boy's handiwork, and she wouldn't stop it.

The dream ghost reached out and pointed into the coffin shop. The closest batch of gray-robed people behind it entered the coffin shop and then carried out the coffin containing Yin Meng's grandfather.

Yin Meng then realized: Oh, my grandfather is dead.

But the current scene was truly too bizarre, severely destroying the sense of immersion in the dream, making it so that even with Yin Meng's hard attempts, she couldn't squeeze out much sadness.

The dream ghost placed the lamp in its hand on Yin Meng's head.

Then it signaled Yin Meng to come over.

Yin Meng was very obedient; she just carried the lamp on her head, walked to the front of the dream ghost, and became the first row of the entire crowd team.

The dream ghost took out a leather whip from its body. It swung the whip, and the front end wrapped around Yin Meng's neck, making her lead the way in front like a prisoner being pulled.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't feel there was anything wrong with doing this, because what he wanted to do was thoroughly provoke that Great Emperor; this couldn't be done with tenderness and care for face.

Yin Meng herself didn't feel there was anything wrong with doing this. In her view, everything was acting that had been agreed upon beforehand; her attention was instead on the leather whip on her neck.

She felt it was a bit familiar and intimate.

The dream ghost was controlled by Li Zhuiyuan, so this leather whip was also vaguely influenced by the "future" memories of the two.

To put it bluntly, everything in the dream was a projection from reality.

The huge team began to move forward again.

That is to say, the real dream ghost couldn't control this dream now and was also isolated. If its real self were here, seeing its image make this move, pulling out such a big scene in the Fengdu region, and treating the Yin family bloodline descendant like this, it would probably be scared to death on the spot.

Walking and walking, the crowd came to the side of that shallow beach.

Yin Meng continued to carry the lamp on her head while gently stroking the leather whip on her neck. She liked it very much; she really wanted to have one herself in the future.

The coffin was put down and pushed into the water; it began to float.

Here, Li Zhuiyuan didn't make any modifications, so the existing plot in the original dream would continue to go on.

The coffin gradually drifted toward the center of the river. When it reached the deepest part, four ghost shadows suddenly appeared, lifted the coffin, and soon, the coffin disappeared.

The whole scene was silent.

The dream ghost walked to Yin Meng's side and reached out to rest on Yin Meng's shoulder.

The boy's voice also appeared in Yin Meng's ear:

"Next, is the real great disrespect."

"Mm."

Yin Meng responded softly without much reaction; she was very calm about this.

The figure had said that the Great Emperor didn't care about his own bloodline; there was no joy, no love, and no hate; it was complete... indifference.

When you can exist for a very long time, the meaning of descendants to you is indeed very difficult to find. You watch them multiply generation after generation, just like watching the pet cat in your house, constantly producing litters generation after generation, and mixing blood and becoming mongrels in the middle... after many generations, they become mongrels that you find inexplicable.

The Great Emperor's feeling toward his descendants is even worse than looking at a cat.

Because, the Great Emperor has already arrived, or rather, a wisp of his gaze has actually fallen here.

Otherwise, earlier, it wouldn't have formed a confrontation with the other two families, making this dream escape the dream ghost's grasp.

But the scene that had already been made, including treating Yin Meng like this... the Great Emperor still had no reaction.

He not only didn't get angry, but he was even too lazy to raise his eyes to look more. In his view, this was still not enough to support him waving his hand lightly to crush this place.

Even if his own descendant was "insulted," he still felt that taking action against this dream ghost would lose his own face and also make his own hands dirty with the river water.

He might even be dissatisfied that his own descendant hadn't died out yet, making him suffer this kind of inexplicable involvement.

Yin Meng admitted that she was Yin Changsheng's descendant, but her feelings toward Yin Changsheng were extremely complex, because here, it was impossible to delve deep.

Ordinary people suffer disasters and difficulties, no matter what, they won't blame their ancestors, but Yin Meng here is a bit special, because this ancestor of hers hasn't died yet.

When her father was killed and sunk into the water by her mother and her lover, when her grandfather was seriously ill and lying in a coffin for so many years, when she was alone and helpless and suffered cold eyes... this ancestor of hers was actually watching from the side.

She didn't live at the ends of the earth; she lived in Fengdu, in the Ghost Street. This place is known as the place closest to the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

The place that could really make the Great Emperor raise his eyelids was actually one place. This was also the reason why the Great Emperor was really drawn here.

That is, Yin Meng had once witnessed the scene of Li Zhuiyuan using Yin family secret techniques to open the Yin Division road and send her grandfather's remains in.

This memory remained in Yin Meng's mind, and in the dream, pushed by the river water, it was triggered and presented.

And this was the Great Emperor's reverse scale.

He didn't care at all whether the descendants outside died out, as long as they didn't come in front of him to annoy him.

But unexpectedly, after seeing the environment here, Li Zhuiyuan's heart... thought of some things.

He was the one who had opened the door here before, and now, he had come again.

The dream ghost's hands began to dance, and wisps of black energy lingered at its fingertips.

Immediately after, the river surface in front began to extend and appeared staggered.

The "road" that had sent the coffin in before was opened again.

The dream ghost raised its arm. The next moment, firecrackers sounded, everyone cheered, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts, all kinds of unpresentable lewd shrine images...

Lined up in a neat team, on the road!

Go, go up, go in front of the Great Emperor, jump in the Great Emperor's face!

Li Zhuiyuan, who was the "culprit" and also the "mastermind behind the scenes," deeply realized at this moment what the "figure" said: after this matter, the enmity is big.

If he were the Great Emperor, he would probably also be unable to help wanting to crush himself immediately.

Fortunately, the figure said that the Great Emperor couldn't leave here.

As for the Great Emperor's descendants, the "dream ghost" turned its head to look at Yin Meng standing by its side, and took off the lamp on her head and the leather whip on her neck.

Yin Meng reached out and grabbed the leather whip, and the "dream ghost" let go.

Yin Meng played with the leather whip as if holding a precious gift.

"Did we succeed?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "There is no reaction yet, so it should be a success."

Yin Meng asked: "Why do we want to do this?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't know, but we should have a reason for doing this. Maybe, if we don't do this, we will die, and even if we don't die, there will be endless trouble."

Yin Meng: "Then what now?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Our trouble, should be a big trouble."

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

The river surface gradually boiled.

I don't know when it started, but in the center of the river, on the river beach, and in the woods and hills further away, black shadows wearing solemn masks appeared.

They appeared silently, but when you noticed them, a terrifying sense of oppression immediately swept out.

The dark clouds above began to fall, and the river surface below began to sink.

This is literally... the sky collapsing and the earth sinking.

A huge black gold coffin slowly emerged, bringing terrifying antiquity and majesty.

All around, masked ghost shadows all over the mountains and plains all knelt on one knee and began to chant.

This dream had already escaped Li Zhuiyuan's control at this moment, but he could still hear some of the ghost shadows' voices.

They were not praising; this voice... was cursing.

The Great Emperor was really angry.

When the Ghost Gate opens, all those who insult the Great Emperor, no matter where you hide, will face the fierce ghost's demand for life!

In a small shop in a small town, an old man was calculating accounts with an abacus, but as he calculated, the abacus suddenly cracked, and the beads shattered all over the floor.

In a secret room, a shaman was inviting ancestors to possess someone, and the guest was sitting in front waiting eagerly, but the shaman suddenly had a cramp, then foamed at the mouth, shouting: "You deserve to die, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

A team was walking in the miasma-filled mountain forest, looking for an ancient tomb. The compass in the leader's hand was spinning crazily at this moment.

At the entrance of the old house, the old lady was sewing shoe soles. The needle pierced her finger, and fresh blood flowed out, staining the white shoe soles red.

By the pond, an old man was fishing with a straight hook in the sun, but as he fished, all the koi in the pond floated to the surface and turned their bellies up.

There was a family good at calculating and divination, living in different places with different surnames for the sake of family survival, only receiving summons when the main family unsealed and sent letters, and each small family sent people to do things for the "family."

For many generations, they used this method to seek profit for the main family time and time again, and then the main family would compensate the small families. They also escaped one disaster after another because of this, and were constantly accumulating strength in the dark water.

They believed that the era belonging to their family was about to arrive.

But today, at this moment, all the small families, these people proficient in divination, didn't even need magic tools; just by looking with the naked eye, they could see—great disaster is coming!

Because,

The Underworld, I don't know where it is, but it is everywhere.

By the pond where the dream ghost's main body floated, a group of gray-robed people who calculated for it all let out exclamations at this moment.

Originally their calculations were running reasonably, but suddenly, a terrifying warning sign rose from the bottom of their hearts, and the direction of the calculations in their hands all turned toward themselves.

They hurriedly stopped their movements, but they all staggered, suffering a certain degree of backlash from calculating themselves.

It's a pity that they all covered their true faces. If they could be honest with each other, they would probably be able to see "darkness on the forehead" from each other's faces, because this was already obvious to the point that even people with only the most basic physiognomy foundation could clearly see it.

"What exactly happened? What happened?"

"What changes appeared in the dream?"

"How did all the karma calculate onto us?"

In the room near the pond where the Boqi form and spirit were sealed, the Boqi trapped by chains let out a ferocious laugh when it turned into a human, and let out a cry when it turned into a bird.

What didn't change was that its eyes always revealed deep pleasure.

On the bridge.

The dream ghost was so scared that its eyes widened. Although the dream where that woman was had long since escaped its control, it still looked like a dream.

But now, this dream had actually become a huge and terrifying pitch black.

Even it, the creator of the dream, didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrifying tsunami would be triggered if this dream broke open, and how many people would be implicated!

At the same time, on the lake on the other side of the bridge, the originally dense turtles began to retreat gradually.

The "three families" didn't disdain to take action, but since one family couldn't help but want to take action, that couldn't be better.

However, even in the eyes of that turtle, taking action is taking action, making such a scene... is it a bit too much?

At this time, the figure who was the mastermind behind the mastermind behind all this was happily clapping his hands.

Li Zhuiyuan, who was originally sitting cross-legged in front of him with his eyes closed, also opened his eyes at this moment.

The boy said: "Although I don't know what the original me was thinking, I feel that this has already exceeded the effect of my original plan."

Figure: "No need to feel, it must be like this, because your original plan didn't include my existence."

"Before I came, your plan was like this; after I came, your plan was still like this, then wouldn't I have come in vain?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Can you tell me the difference? I'm a bit impatient to know."

Figure: "The difference is that you originally only wanted to cut off one hand, but now, you really have a chance to thoroughly hack that whole person to death."

"This even exceeded my expectations for a human stick, because I didn't expect that you, brat, would have a way to make that person so angry. Promise me, don't get close to the Fengdu region in the future."

"But I can't remember these; after the dream wakes up, I will forget."

"This is indeed a problem."

After a brief silence between the two, they both showed smiles.

Leave future matters to the future to worry about; what's important is to enjoy the momentary pleasure of the present.

Figure: "You brat, you are really like me. We not only have the same illness, but also have similar styles of doing things."

"I believe that when you read the books I left behind, searching through historical books and various records, there won't be the slightest trace of me recorded."

"Why?"

"This is also what the Heavenly Dao hates most about me, because those fellows who have enmity with me have all been destroyed by the righteous path."

As he spoke, the figure reached out and patted the boy's shoulder:

"Alright, that Great Emperor's anger has accumulated enough. You hurry up and control the formation, let him release that monstrous anger."

"Mm."

Li Zhuiyuan pinched a seal with both hands, urging the surrounding formation:

"Dragon-Dragon returns to position, Snake-Snake opens good fortune!"

The black dream was opened, and endless ghost energy and resentment poured out.

The dream ghost let out an exclamation. Its main body in the pond immediately opened its eyes and forcibly pulled all the gray-robed people around it into its dream.

"This matter was caused by you; if you want to go to the Underworld, go together!"

Fengdu, the originally clear sky suddenly became extremely gloomy.

A voice that ordinary people couldn't hear rose from the depths of Fengdu and rippled along the horizon.

"Ten thousand ghosts listen to the decree, receive the Dharma decree."

———

Little Dragon is here to pay a New Year's call to everyone, wishing everyone good health and no illness or worries in the new year!

(End of chapter)