Chapter 278

After the oath ended, Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and continued with the work at hand.

Zhao Yi just looked at the young man in front of him, and the phrase "fallen family" still echoed in his mind.

Actually, this description was not wrong, but it was also extremely absurd.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath and leaned closer to the young man.

The copper coin sword was destroyed, and he knew it was impossible to renege on the debt; besides the heartache, his previous performance actually included the idea of trying to gain some more benefits to compensate for the loss.

Who knew the Li guy was so stubborn, as if he would issue another oath to become an enemy of the Jiujiang Zhao directly if he dared to push his luck.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, just take pity on me; I've been unloved by my parents since childhood and relied on an old servant to survive, suffering all the coldness of human relationships..."

"Are you unconvinced?"

"That's not what I meant..."

"If you're unconvinced, you can also go visit the ancestral homes of the Qin and Liu families."

"No, is that kind of place somewhere I can go? You know..."

"I don't know."

"Ah?"

"I haven't been there."

However, Li Zhuiyuan had seen that time when Grandma Liu intended to risk her life for him and specifically had Uncle Qin move many things out of the ancestral home; at that time, they were sealed in the ancestral room on the third floor of the university faculty dormitory.

Even standing at the entrance, which was sealed layer by layer, one could feel the various terrifying auras emanating from within.

If just one were to escape, it could cause terrible waves.

And that was just the stuff that was easy to move; the real big-ticket items couldn't be moved at all.

"Let's put it this way: compared to the ancestral homes of your Qin and Liu families, my Zhao family's treasury is equivalent to a small landlord versus a royal palace.

My Zhao family only has that one ancestor, while the Qin and Liu families have had Dragon Kings for generations; even if my Zhao family ancestor used all his strength to move things home, he couldn't compare to your two families over the generations.

Moreover, the things Dragon Kings move home aren't gold and silver treasures; if they didn't have confidence in their descendants, they really wouldn't dare to keep those terrifying things at home to suppress them."

"Oh." Li Zhuiyuan nodded, "If they aren't maintained for a long time, will there be problems?"

"Theoretically, there will definitely be problems, but the foundation of the Long Wang's family... who knows."

Grandma Liu had never told him about this, so Li Zhuiyuan could only assume that the ancestral homes of the Qin and Liu families were currently in good condition.

If maintenance was needed, it shouldn't be too late to wait until he finished his river journey to go clean up.

The main thing was that if he went now, he could only visit the treasure land but couldn't take anything, and besides, these treasures nominally all belonged to him anyway.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, my Zhao family treasury not only has formations and restrictions, but also people guarding it, and there are even those old immortals lying inside."

"Why didn't you say so before?"

"You didn't ask before. Also, I don't mean to set you up; what I want to say is, if you want to pick what you need to your heart's content, you have to deal with the guards so you won't be disturbed. You understand what I mean, right?"

"I understand, you want to use me."

"Let's not be so direct. Actually, the really good stuff is in the belly of the old immortal; he relies on that thing to extend his life."

"I'll see how it goes."

"Fine, don't be polite; I'll coordinate with you from the inside when the time comes."

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"It has to be cleaned up sooner or later."

"There might be problems..."

"Don't worry, I'll make the plan; they won't expect me to rebel."

Seeing that Zhao Yi had said so much, Li Zhuiyuan stopped the conversation.

What he actually wanted to remind Zhao Yi was that, given his current treatment by the Heavenly Dao, getting too deeply involved in a certain matter might very well cause the Heavenly Dao to misunderstand.

According to the current rhythm, last time he encountered the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the next wave had its difficulty reduced;

This wave was heading toward Fengdou, and if he could return alive, the next wave would likely also give him a sweet treat.

Stopping by or taking time to go to Jiujiang to take advantage of the situation wouldn't be a big problem, but if he really made things and his goals too complicated... Li Zhuiyuan worried that the Heavenly Dao might misunderstand and simply go with the flow, arranging the Jiujiang Zhao as his next wave.

If that really happened, he wondered what kind of expression Zhao Yi would have.

But now was not the time to discuss these things; the third stick of incense hadn't been endured yet.

Zhao Yi stood up, loosened his muscles and bones, and asked in confusion:

"It seems a bit different again; the first stick of incense caused a transformation in the seam of the Life and Death Gate, and the second stick changed the body."

"What is your current state?"

"A bit tired, but it doesn't matter."

"Then I will count you as being in your peak state."

"Fine." Zhao Yi scanned the surroundings, "Hey, this formation targets a specific corner; are you sure that thing will emerge from there next?"

"Mm."

"Where did the information come from?"

"Luck."

"Luck?" Zhao Yi widened his eyes; he couldn't imagine such words coming from the young man's mouth, "Is it reliable?"

Li Zhuiyuan paused, and the image of his great-grandfather lying sick in bed when he left home this time surfaced in his mind; rather than saying Li Zhuiyuan believed in luck, it was better to say he believed in his great-grandfather.

"It's reliable."

Zhao Yi seemed to have thought of something too; the confusion on his face dissipated, replaced by a certainty stronger than the young man's:

"Right, it must be reliable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom of the official robe appeared again.

In the incense burner in its hand, only the last stick of incense remained.

Zhao Yi sat cross-legged and began to breathe.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up to check the progress of the formation setup below, and by the way, let Yin Meng leave her work post to cook a meal in advance.

Precious time was constantly slipping away.

During the final stage of the formation setup, the phantom of the official robe appeared again beside Zhao Yi, and the incense inside only had the last third left.

Everyone saw it, and then everyone accelerated the progress in their hands.

The formation was completed.

Li Zhuiyuan spread his right hand, and blood-colored formation flags appeared; the young man began to conduct the final test of the formation.

Zhao Yi also opened his eyes, looked at the young man's right hand, and asked: "Are you hiding something in your hand?"

"Mm."

"No wonder." Zhao Yi also looked at his own right hand, "Is there any extra stock?"

"No."

"That's no fun." Zhao Yi clapped his hands and stood up, "I thought I hadn't grasped the learning well enough; I didn't expect it was a lack of hardware."

"After that thing comes out in a moment, the target will definitely still be you."

"I understand; you direct, and I will fully act as bait to maneuver it, but one thing..."

"It might not be that stupid."

"Mm, as long as you are clear about that."

The first two sticks of incense were targeted at Zhao Yi alone using Xuanmen methods, and both failed; to make the third stick succeed, many rules would likely be changed, and they wouldn't care about appearances anymore.

So, letting Zhao Yi act as bait is fine, but to really think one can treat that thing like a fool throughout the whole process is too naive.

"Take your positions!"

Under Li Zhuiyuan's command, everyone entered the formation.

The Liang sisters originally thought the young man was directing this time and they could integrate, but they didn't expect the young man's choice to be the same as their boss's when dealing with that wolf dog in the underground cave—arranging them separately on the periphery of the team as pure mobile forces.

On the contrary, their boss could still stand in the opposite team, standing side by side with that young man.

For a moment, the two sisters had an absurd feeling that they had been abandoned and their boss had defected to the light first.

Li Zhuiyuan gave a final reminder: "Listen to all instructions, do not act on your own, especially when first making contact; all unnecessary actions are prohibited."

Liang Yan: "Understood."

Liang Li: "Got it."

Zhao Yi, like Runsheng and the others, did not respond.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look at Zhao Yi beside him.

Zhao Yi: "Understood!"

Immediately after, Zhao Yi said: "Damn it, I'm really jealous of this communication secret technique of yours."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I gave you the book; you didn't learn it yourself."

Zhao Yi: "Heh."

The phantom of the official robe appeared before Zhao Yi again, and the incense in the burner was about to hit the bottom.

This time, it didn't just stay still but walked straight in one direction.

That direction was exactly the target orientation of the formation set up by the young man.

Zhao Yi: "If even I can see this, how could those six not see it?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "They are figures from mythology, but don't mythologize them too much."

Zhao Yi: "Then I'm very curious; from your perspective, isn't the Fengdou Great Emperor just a dead-riser who has lived for a very long time in your eyes?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You said that."

Zhao Yi: "I..."

After the phantom of the official robe walked to that spot, it stopped.

Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes: "It didn't stand at the very top of the grave; that position is so strange, I can't put my finger on it... is it the area most suitable for digging a grave-robbing tunnel downward?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Zhao Yi: "What I didn't expect is that you, Li, actually set the most precise point here too; were you really poor to the point of madness before?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's coming out."

The phantom of the official robe gradually dissipated.

From underground came a "humming" sound; the movement wasn't loud but audible, and the soil and pebbles above also vibrated. After reaching a critical threshold, that area caved in.

The grave owner was coming up, but not by crawling out after a corpse transformation according to traditional impressions; instead, it brought the coffin along.

The coffin was in a vertical position, standing there.

A black coffin, traditional style; the most basic function of a lucky grave is to ensure the corpse is not disturbed by insects or rats and does not rot from dampness. This coffin was well-preserved, and the greatest wear was the friction with the tunnel wall just now when it drilled out.

Zhao Yi: "Next, the answer will be revealed; let's see what kind of price they are willing to pay."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It won't disappoint you, because that grave is very ordinary, and the coffin is also very ordinary."

Zhao Yi: "So, it can only be the special nature of the grave owner?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm, I speculate that the remains of the grave owner are more suitable for them to descend."

Zhao Yi licked his lips: "The... y?"

"Crack."

The coffin lid fell, and nothing slid out; the grave owner, including the burial objects inside, "lay flat" as if they had changed to a vertical way.

The grave owner was very young, a male around twenty years old, with a very white face—not because of powder, but because it was natural.

He was covered with a scripture quilt, with gold and silver artifacts and some daily necessities at the four corners inside, and his head rested on a jade pillow.

The ordinariness of his grave was relative to the two high-spec graves underground; in fact, being able to find a lucky grave and be buried deep here showed that his family level during his lifetime was not something ordinary people could compare to.

The scripture quilt had originally covered everything below the nose, but at this moment, a wind blew, and the scripture quilt dropped a bit, revealing the grave owner's entire face.

At first glance, there didn't seem to be anything, but when the whole face was presented, the gazes of Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi collectively turned grave.

The Liang sisters opened their mouths, almost letting out a gasp.

Tan Wenbin frowned, looking exactly like someone in an exam hall encountering a question they had seen the answer to before.

As Li Zhuiyuan's early popular science reading material, Tan Wenbin had naturally read "Essence of Yin-Yang Physiognomy"; he naturally couldn't memorize and arrange them in his brain like Brother Xiaoyuan, so he could only get familiar with the most classic physiognomies.

He finally thought of it; this physiognomy is called: Heavenly Yin and Earthly Sha.

The book says that people with this physiognomy have constant disasters and do not live past ten.

There is an even more extended saying that people with this physiognomy easily attract Yin objects—not in the conventional sense of attracting ghosts, but attracting Yin officials; when Yin officials or Yin soldiers pass through various places, they like to rest on him, by the way reminiscing about the feeling of being alive, and over time, they ruin the person's body.

Zhao Yi: "With the Heavenly Yin and Earthly Sha physiognomy, how could he live to adulthood?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why don't you look in the mirror?"

Heavenly Yin and Earthly Sha don't live to adulthood, but those at the seam of the Life and Death Gate find it very difficult to be born alive.

Zhao Yi: "If this were a five or six-year-old child, it would be much easier to deal with, like you who haven't practiced martial arts."

Black patterns emerged on the bottom of the coffin.

Li Zhuiyuan waved the formation flag, and the great formation was activated!

The reason why the formation wasn't activated at the beginning was because the "steps" hadn't been reached; before the opponent properly manifested, even if you cleared it in advance, they could say it didn't count and create another one for you underground.

This was also the reason why Li Zhuiyuan clearly predicted the grave location but didn't let Runsheng and the others dig it out and burn it early; the final right of interpretation wasn't in his hands.

And only when the black patterns appeared could this third stick of incense be thoroughly confirmed.

The power of the formation crashed onto the location of the coffin; in an instant, the coffin was crushed, and the scripture quilt and a series of burial objects all turned into dust.

The grave owner, however, still stood there intact, wearing a white robe, looking like a graceful young master.

His eyes were slightly open, seemingly chaotic and unconscious, but in fact, there was inner brilliance within.

He was being controlled, but the controller had deliberately hidden this means.

Zhao Yi: "I knew it would be extreme, but I didn't expect they would choose to directly use micro-manipulation."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The advantage is with him."

The grave owner slowly raised his head, casting his gaze toward Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi: "Formation effect..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Still there; although it couldn't crush him, he is still bearing the pressure of the formation."

The grave owner took a step and walked toward here; he walked very slowly.

But Li Zhuiyuan noticed that when the opponent moved, the soft soil under his feet didn't even leave a single mark.

An ordinary person's weight couldn't achieve this, let alone the opponent currently bearing extra immense pressure.

"Liang, probe and retreat!"

The Liang sisters rushed out at the same moment, then separated left and right; one held a dagger, the other a soft sword. Their mission was to probe, and they only needed to retreat after one strike.

A line of blood appeared between the grave owner's eyebrows.

He first looked at Liang Yan.

Liang Yan had already prepared to resist attacks like illusions or curses, but the fact was, there were none.

The opponent really just looked at her like that.

The soft sword in Liang Yan's hand swept out; at the same time, her feet rotated on the ground, her waist exerted force, and she planned to retreat after the strike.

The grave owner continued to look at Liang Yan, and then avoided the horizontal sweep of the soft sword with an inconceivable posture.

"Puff!"

Liang Yan, who was preparing to retreat, only felt her body sink; in the corner of her eye, she saw a pale hand pierce through her abdomen.

"Ah..."

An extremely unreal feeling impacted Liang Yan's cognition; she couldn't imagine that, even with her full guard and extreme caution, the opponent could still severely wound her like this in one move.

Next, the opponent only needed a simple clench of his fist, and the shock force would spread, shattering all her internal organs.

In short... she was really about to die.

The sisterly bond was real; after all, they were so close that they could choose one of two to marry or just marry the same man together.

Liang Li changed from probing to attacking, a cold light flashing from the dagger in her hand.

She disobeyed Li Zhuiyuan's order and acted on her own, but seeing her sister in crisis, she really couldn't remain absolutely calm.

However, this move of hers to "besiege Wei to save Zhao" didn't achieve the desired effect.

The grave owner turned his head and looked at her.

The other hand reached out, hooking the bottom of the dagger at an inconceivable speed.

An irresistible force was transmitted; the direction of the dagger in Liang Li's hand was changed, piercing into her own chest, and this potential energy hadn't ended yet—if it cut across, it could slice her upper body right off.

This scene reversed too quickly, so fast that everyone could only widen their pupils.

Everyone knew the strength of the Liang sisters; Zhao Yi personally visiting their home to coax the sisters to follow him on the river journey was definitely a proud achievement. But now, they were about to perish in this probe.

Zhao Yi clenched his fists, but the distance was there; he couldn't possibly rescue them, and the same went for Runsheng and Lin Shu You in front.

By the time they rushed over, not only would the people be dead, but they would also fall into the same desperate situation as the Liang sisters due to their reckless attack.

The blood mist in Li Zhuiyuan's right palm became so dense it turned into a viscous liquid.

Previously, using blood mist was for high cost-effectiveness and conservation; now, the young man was directly sacrificing his own blood to mobilize and amplify this formation at the fastest speed.

Li Zhuiyuan spread his palm, aiming at the grave owner in the distance.

Within the range of the formation, the power of the formation must be much faster than a person.

"Boom!"

The grave owner's figure staggered back three steps and stood firm.

Relying on this distraction, Liang Yan retreated rapidly, "pulling" her abdomen out of the opponent's hand.

Liang Li turned sideways, exchanging a further tear in her wound for her escape.

Thanks to the fact that the hand wasn't long and the dagger wasn't long, the two women managed to escape the "meat skewer" situation.

The two retreated rapidly; this time they didn't stand beside Li Zhuiyuan and the others but retreated to the rear.

Liang Yan's body twitched slightly; while stuffing her intestines back in, she exerted force with her fingertips, using her nails as needles to quickly suture herself.

After Liang Li sutured the wound on her chest in the same way, she helped her sister suture the back of the piercing wound.

Liang Yan looked at her sister with a questioning gaze; her wound looked more terrifying, but it wasn't fatal, while her sister's wound was near her heart.

Liang Li said quickly in a low voice: "Lucky, it grazed the vital spot."

After roughly treating their wounds, a large area of their clothes was stained red with blood.

Zhao Yi looked at them, his expression somewhat indifferent.

If Li Zhuiyuan needed to deliberately suppress his indifference and rely on performance to maintain normal interpersonal relationships, then what Zhao Yi was doing was suppressing his excessive desire to perform.

He was very conflicted now; theoretically, he only needed to rush over and let the grave owner kill him, and the matter here would come to an end.

But he didn't want to die; he wanted to live. It was impossible for him not to be moved seeing them like this, but he also hoped the Liang sisters would continue to fight for his survival.

The differential treatment was obvious; when he received the news of Sun Yan's death, Zhao Yi felt no waves in his heart.

Because of this, he was a bit twisted now.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Continue the performance; they like you deceiving them."

These two women, despite having the strength to walk the Jianghu on their own, still boarded Zhao Yi's boat, whether marrying or joining as a son-in-law, they had to involve themselves; deep down, they weren't rational people—they just fell for Zhao Yi's act.

Zhao Yi: "Are you okay?"

Liang Yan: "I'm fine."

Liang Li: "Won't die."

Zhao Yi: "I'll find a way to make sure you don't have scars; otherwise, my psychological pressure in bed later will be a bit high."

Liang Yan: "Bastard."

Liang Li: "Animal."

Cursing was cursing, but the sisters still stood up again.

Although the wounds just now weren't fatal, they weren't light either, so one was hunched over and the other was stooped.

They could still fight, but their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

But when they stood to the side again from the back, it showed their attitude.

Lin Shu You tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhao Yi; he felt that the three-eyed guy was simply a genius among animals.

It made A-You feel both inconceivable and full of admiration.

While Zhao Yi turned his gaze back, he said to Li Zhuiyuan: "I wasn't like this before."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Zhao Yi: "It's all that old lady of yours; ever since she pointed it out that time, I've felt more and more that something is wrong with me."

After a pause, Zhao Yi continued: "And you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "What do you say you learned from me?"

Zhao Yi: "You win."

Learning to care for partners from someone who had no emotions—Zhao Yi really couldn't say that.

The reason there was time for such an exchange was that after the grave owner was forced back by Li Zhuiyuan's formation power, although it began to advance toward here, its steps were still very slow.

Clearly terrifyingly strong, yet it didn't perform a clean sweep.

Zhao Yi: "The first two sticks of incense could be said to be for maintaining a certain style, but for the third stick of incense, which is for face, it's impossible to deliberately drag it out to enjoy the pleasure of the victor."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It has reservations."

Zhao Yi: "Its eyes."

Just now, when facing the Liang sisters' attack, before the grave owner struck at anyone, it would look at her first.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Correct."

Zhao Yi: "The objects of its eyes' focus are limited..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Because according to the rules of the incense, its eyes should only have you."

Zhao Yi: "Could it be that we should have swarmed it just now?"

Probing was not wrong in itself; facing an opponent whose background was unknown, Zhao Yi would also probe first. He wasn't blaming Li Zhuiyuan, but if that were the case, the young man's previous probing move was equivalent to sending two major combat forces to their deaths.

Zhao Yi immediately said: "No, it can't be that simple."

The grave owner was still advancing slowly; the closer it got, the greater the deterrent power it brought.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Its speed is too fast; even if swarmed, it could react. In terms of coordination and tacit understanding, who can compare to twins?"

Zhao Yi: "The reason its turning-head action could be seen by us is because Liang Yan and Liang Li coordinated too well, almost achieving synchronization."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Exactly."

Zhao Yi: "It is now waiting for us to make changes; the slow pace at the beginning is understandable, but slowing down after showing its strength means it has reservations. Its speed is actually very fast; if it rushed over directly, rushed to our front, it would..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Attack together."

Zhao Yi imagined a scene in his mind: the grave owner rushed above the crowd, and just as it was about to crush them, the only thing everyone could do was panic while instinctively launching a collective attack.

It seems like the problem has returned to the starting point after going in circles, but that's not the case.

Zhao Yi: "What it fears is multiple attacks acting at the same moment, which must be at a point with extremely small error."

If the grave owner took the initiative to rush up and launch an attack, it would very likely cause this situation.

And if our side swarmed it, it would inevitably follow the old tradition: Runsheng takes the front, Lin Shu You provides support, Tan Wenbin is responsible for interference...

The consequence of this would be that from Runsheng to Lin Shu You and then continuing backward, everyone who engaged with it would be solved quickly and cleanly, just like it treated the Liang sisters earlier.

Even with Li Zhuiyuan mobilizing the formation to help, it would only drag out this killing process for a little while.

Zhao Yi: "But according to normal logic, this thing is afraid of death... no, it's even afraid of getting hurt."

A puppet summoned from underground—if it breaks, it breaks; as long as the goal is achieved, it wouldn't hurt even if it were destroyed here directly.

But it did it too obviously and treasured it too much; this doesn't make sense.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Remember the black patterns that appeared at its feet at the beginning?"

Zhao Yi: "In my mind, I've been reviewing and analyzing, haven't reached a conclusion yet, but I'm close..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I've deduced it."

Zhao Yi: "Oh."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Next time you are by my side, don't think about things I didn't tell you to think about; save some brainpower for me to use."

Zhao Yi: "..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "That is a descent formation."

Zhao Yi: "I know."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's a real descent, not micro-manipulation from behind."

Zhao Yi: "Ah?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Someone has come; he is currently inside the grave owner's body."

Zhao Yi: "Damn!"

Even though he came from the Jiujiang Zhao and didn't have such deep filters for mythological stories like ordinary people, he was still shocked at the thought that standing in front of him was one of the legendary Ten Halls...

In this way, the previous illogicality was explained.

It wasn't that it cared about the grave owner, this plaything; the one who really didn't want to get hurt was the one inside it.

Zhao Yi: "The way he came must be very special; once injured, it will cause him great influence and damage."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Ghost marshals and ghost generals can be sent out to die at will; it's convenient for them to shirk responsibility and avoid karma. It can even be said that those marshals and generals sent out were originally treated as cannon fodder and abandoned pieces; even if they successfully killed us, their fate after returning to Fengdou would be sealed."

Now, he is hiding inside, also to avoid the gaze of the Heavenly Dao; it's the most extreme method he could choose."

Since the Fengdou Great Emperor can only be trapped in Fengdou, it makes no sense that the truly powerful existences under the Great Emperor could run rampant and gain freedom.

Zhao Yi: "It seems the failure of the first two sticks of incense has greatly stimulated those six."

The next moment,

Lin Shu You took a few steps forward, left his position, and arrived at a position level with Runsheng.

Runsheng held the Yellow River shovel, and Lin Shu You held the double maces.

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng retreated, arriving in front of Li Zhuiyuan; Tan Wenbin spread his hands, black mist was brewing, and his eyes turned into snake pupils.

Yin Meng's whip coiled around a pot of "dinner" she had cooked earlier, while her other hand held a string of poison jars.

Under Li Zhuiyuan's command, the original traditional formation was dismantled.

Zhao Yi: "Are you sure you can do it?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I should... be able to. Through my coordination, I can make their attacks act simultaneously."

In the state of the red thread being tied, the tacit understanding of the partners can surpass that of twins.

Knowing who is inside the grave owner, this is already an asymmetric battle.

Then, what can be done is to focus on giving it what it fears.

You can kill my people, but you must get hurt; let's see if you are willing to bear this price.

Zhao Yi: "You Li, you are a decent guy, really."

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, looking at his right palm; blood was brewing again, ready to assist through the formation at any time like before, and also to ensure the safety of his partners.

Young man: "If he is really willing to pay the price... I will abandon you, so you'll have to reluctantly die."

Zhao Yi nodded: "Mm, I understand."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Next, you remember my breathing frequency; Runsheng and A-You are the main force, Binbin and Yin Meng are left in front of me for a single strike, and you must try your best to match me to act as the fire brigade."

Zhao Yi: "How about giving me a red thread?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Dream on."

Unless Zhao Yi lights the lamp a second time and admits defeat, otherwise, as people on the river, it's impossible to achieve absolute trust and obedience.

Zhao Yi closed his eyes and began to familiarize himself with and master the frequency of the young man beside him.

The grave owner was close.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't really wait for the opponent to arrive in front of him but let Runsheng and Lin Shu You launch the attack in advance.

The moment the attack was launched, Li Zhuiyuan entered a state of high alert.

Following the same attack route as the Liang sisters earlier, Runsheng and Lin Shu You scattered first, then approached from the left and right sides respectively.

It didn't matter to Runsheng who the enemy in front was; if Xiaoyuan told him to slap someone, even if it were the Heavenly King, he would slap them.

Lin Shu You's inner monologue here was a bit rich.

Mainly because of Tongzi.

Tongzi: "I, I, I seem to, seem to have smelled the aura of that existence..."

Lin Shu You: "Quiet."

Tongzi: "Do you know who might be inside that corpse?"

Lin Shu You: "Focus."

Tongzi: "We might die."

Lin Shu You: "Shut up!"

Tongzi: "But being able to swing maces at him really makes me excited, hahaha!"

Lin Shu You realized he had worried too much; he thought Tongzi had habitually chickened out again.

It turned out not to be; Tongzi was excited.

As a former Ghost King, Tongzi naturally couldn't be unfamiliar with the Yin Office; when they fought on the tidal flat that night, the ghost general directly said to him, "Why be so eager to destroy each other?"

If it were the old Tongzi, facing such a terrifying existence, he would have felt guilty and afraid long ago.

But now, Tongzi had also seen the world; last time on the seabed of Zhoushan, He knelt down for a while, but stood up again afterward, and that kneeling was because He perceived the aura of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Thanks to Lin Shu You never sealing Tongzi, Tongzi knew early on where they were heading this time, and the psychological preparation had always been there.

After the threshold was raised, even facing this existence He didn't dare to provoke before, He dared to smash down.

The grave owner's original forward speed remained unchanged; when Runsheng and Lin Shu You approached, it looked at Runsheng first, and then, looked at Lin Shu You.

Immediately after, it continued to turn its head without stopping.

It should be looking for the time difference between the two attacks; even if it were an error of a seam, it could seize the opportunity.

But the problem is... complete synchronization.

Different weapons, different paths, different attack methods, but in the end, it seemed they would all land on it at the same time.

The grave owner stopped walking.

Runsheng and Lin Shu You also adjusted accordingly.

The grave owner took a step back.

Runsheng and Lin Shu You adjusted again.

Finally,

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The shovel and maces, two heavy blows, landed at the same time.

The grave owner raised its arms, didn't attack, and just made a blocking gesture.

Runsheng and Lin Shu You retreated at the same time; the grave owner lowered its arms and advanced again, while Runsheng and Lin Shu You launched an attack again.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The grave owner still blocked, not attacking.

The scene thus fell into a dynamic stalemate.

But for Li Zhuiyuan's side, it was actually walking on a tightrope.

Li Zhuiyuan had to go all out, observe and analyze the changes on the battlefield, and give instructions to A-You and Runsheng; they also had to respond to the instructions quickly. Once a mistake occurred and the opponent seized the opportunity, the outcome would be miserable.

Zhao Yi opened his eyes; if one perceived carefully, one could find that his breathing details now were exactly the same as the young man beside him, and the two's auras were almost in the same frequency.

"Do you need brains?"

"Not for now."

"We must hurry to find a way to break the situation; staying in this stalemate... ah, it's also a way. I don't believe that person can maintain this state forever."

"Brother Runsheng and A-You have good endurance and can persist for a long time, and then we will take turns to let them catch their breath; breaking the situation... is not the most important thing at the moment."

"Yeah, if we really hurt it, it might just break the jar and throw it away..."

It's funny; the one inside the grave owner doesn't want to get hurt, and Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi here don't want it to get hurt either.

If the beast cherishes its feathers, let it continue to cherish them; we will maneuver here while also forbidding throwing mud.

The strangeness of this wave lies here; essentially, it's because this wave doesn't match their current stage, and the opponent encountered is simply too powerful.

However, things didn't develop in the direction Li Zhuiyuan hoped for, or rather, even if the young man overestimated it to the extreme, he still underestimated the subjective initiative on the other side.

Not much time had passed, and Runsheng and A-You were far from being exhausted.

The opponent made a change first.

At the grave owner's feet, black patterns appeared again; in an instant, the blood line between its eyebrows changed from one to two.

Zhao Yi's eyes widened: "This is, another one has descended!"

And two lines were not the end; soon, a third blood line also emerged.

"The third one has descended..."

(End of chapter)