Chapter 289

In truth, the tomb owner himself possessed no power; if undisturbed by the outside world, he would be nothing more than an unremarkable corpse buried here. It is precisely for this reason that the difficulty and cost of transforming him into a puppet were not high.

However, due to the special load-bearing capacity of his constitution, not only did three-colored luster exist within his body, but golden light from the Buddhist sect also flowed through his eyes. Through various coincidences, this puppet came to possess terrifying power.

Such an opportunity is rare and cannot be sought; it requires the right time, the right place, and the right people.

Zhao Yi felt that in his entire life, he would never encounter such a thing a second time.

However, the first thing he needed to do now was to send his own physical body away.

Once a fight broke out in the narrow tomb chamber, his physical body would inevitably suffer.

Perhaps because his "body" was currently circulating with various powerful and chaotic forces, the feeling of being filled was too overwhelming, making Zhao Yi feel displeased with his own physical body no matter how he looked at it.

Everything is relative; by comparison, his own body was still too frail, like a willow tree swaying in the wind—truly disappointing.

His arms were clamped tightly on both sides, but his legs could still move.

He first lifted "Zhao Yi" with one leg, and once "Zhao Yi" was suspended in the air, he kicked "Zhao Yi" out toward the direction of the grave robbery tunnel above, like kicking a ball.

Throughout the entire process, he had to exert force with extreme restraint, because if the force were unbalanced, his real body would be kicked to pieces by "himself."

Above, "Zhao Yi" passed through the grave robbery tunnel and landed safely on the ground outside.

The stretching of the distance from his physical body caused a wave of dizziness and pulling in the consciousness of the Zhao Yi below, but fortunately, he adjusted quickly.

Perhaps sensing that this body had once again shown signs of clear "loss of control," the golden light in Zhao Yi's eyes flared intensely, and the three-colored luster within his body also began to rapidly seize control.

Back then, when the man surnamed Li was controlling the tomb owner, he had encountered a situation where the control link was severed.

But the current environment was completely different from that day.

First, the General on the right opened his mouth and sprayed thick corpse aura at Zhao Yi's eyes, covering the golden light.

The clothes on the Noble One split open, and bone insects formed from his own skeleton flew out, drilling toward Zhao Yi's chest—or more precisely, straight into his heart, liver, and lungs.

The entry of bone insects into each area triggered corresponding colors of light.

The two forces within his body were suppressed, greatly reducing the pressure on Zhao Yi to control the puppet.

Clearly, the General and the Noble One had sensed the change in the "tomb owner" and began to actively cooperate.

The stance had been decided by the man surnamed Li long ago.

Zhao Yi would not change it, and had even less reason to change it; he could only shout in his heart:

"Great Emperor, you must keep your eyes open and watch; I will fight for you, and I will bleed for you!"

Zhao Yi shook his arms, conveying a message to his allies on both sides.

Sure enough, the next moment, the General and the Noble One released their restraint on Zhao Yi's arms.

Without a word, Zhao Yi raised his right hand, extended his index and middle fingers, and poked them straight into his own eyes!

Just as his fingertips touched his eyes, before he could exert force, an invisible golden barrier rose up, followed by the further boiling of the Buddhist golden light.

Zhao Yi knew that his time to control this body would be very limited; he had to complete this "self-mutilation" in the shortest possible time.

Although Young Master Zhao was not as well-read in basement lore as Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan, Zhao Yi also possessed many techniques and methods in his mind, yet after turning his thoughts over, he simply couldn't find one that fit the situation.

After all, this level of confrontation was too high-end; the vast majority of methods didn't even qualify to be brought to the table.

Not knowing if it was a case of "breaking the pot to save the pieces" or a decision to trust the ancestors at a critical moment, Zhao Yi began to circulate the Zhao Family Basic Technique.

The Zhao Family Basic Technique had a relatively large advantage in catalyzing various techniques, but overall, it wasn't considered outstanding. Even the Zhao family members felt that while their basic technique was practical, it was hard to hide its mediocrity in combat—which was why generations of the Zhao family were obsessed with collecting and supplementing Jianghu martial arts.

But this time, when Zhao Yi unleashed his family's basic technique, his two fingers, which had been completely blocked, glowed with a faint blue light and actually began to press down step by step.

One had to know that the power released from the eyes came from *that* person, yet this simple blue light was still able to continuously break through under this heavy pressure.

There was no overwhelmingly powerful momentum, only a calm, indomitable spirit; even if there were high mountains ahead, he kept his head down, looking at the road beneath his feet, climbing higher step by step.

Zhao Yi suddenly realized... it wasn't that his family's basic technique was ineffective, but that his family's people were.

This inheritance left behind by his ancestor Zhao Zhao Wuyang was such that the stronger the person, the stronger the inheritance; it followed a path of steady accumulation, but later descendants found it difficult to reach that height to enjoy the same scenery.

For a moment, Zhao Yi felt great emotion; although his ancestor was born in the wilderness, the wealth he left behind was extremely rich and precious. That the Jiujiang Zhao family could no longer produce a Long Wang was truly because the descendants were not up to the task.

His fingertips poked into his eye sockets, and a stinging pain followed.

However, Zhao Yi was already accustomed to this kind of self-mutilation.

His fingertips curled, changing from a poke to a gouge, and he forcibly dug out his own eyes.

These eyes were not only bright but also scalding; even though they had been dug out, they still possessed a powerful momentum, attempting to return to this body.

Not knowing if his "allies" were ready, he had already done what he needed to do; Zhao Yi threw one eyeball to the General and the other to the Noble One.

Both sides swallowed the eyes, and then golden flames ignited all over their bodies; this was using the power of their own dark sides to consume them.

Zhao Yi did not stop; he used both hands to forcibly tear open the flesh on his chest, like unzipping a jacket.

Then, the red liver and white lungs were grabbed, torn, and finally dragged out of his body one by one.

Like the eyeballs, after being stripped out, they immediately wanted to go back in.

Zhao Yi gave the liver to the General and the lungs to the Noble One; they began to chew and swallow as usual, and the flames on their bodies, mixed with different colors, overflowed everywhere, filling the entire tomb and even the entire underground, causing much of the vegetation on the ground above to wither rapidly.

The last part was the organ Zhao Yi was most familiar with: the black heart.

He did not dig it out immediately, because this would cause the puppet to lose its final portion of power.

Above, the Life-Death Gate seam at the heart of "Zhao Yi" spun crazily.

Below, Zhao Yi's black heart twisted continuously; Zhao Yi treated this broken puppet body as the final vessel for smelting.

"Roar."

"Roar!"

The General and the Noble One had their bodies more than half dissolved, letting out roars.

To blend in without ruining the atmosphere, Zhao Yi also opened his mouth and roared.

Immediately after, Zhao Yi opened his arms, actively embracing the General and the Noble One, burning together.

"Rumble..."

This small hill began to collapse, and the small river that originally flowed through here exposed its riverbed; what should have been lush green in summer became a large patch of barren land, and even the soil lost its vitality.

"Ptooey..."

Zhao Yi, having returned to his own body, crawled out of the dirt pit; after shaking off the mud, Zhao Yi spread his limbs and lay on the ground.

While gasping for breath, his body would twitch from time to time; not only were his eyes bleeding, but the intense tearing sensation in his heart, liver, and lungs was incomparably clear.

Zhao Yi had not expected that the act of controlling a puppet to self-mutilate would actually transfer to his own physical body.

And this was merely the most basic manifestation of the side effects of this secret technique.

In Zhao Yi's consciousness, chaos appeared; one moment he felt he was Zhao Yi, the next he felt he was Su Luo.

One moment he felt incredibly excited and proud for accomplishing such a big thing, the next he felt life was utterly meaningless.

But soon, seemingly out of a previous habit, the part belonging to Su Luo disappeared.

Zhao Yi was able to recover and regain his clarity.

The reason Su Luo disappeared was that, as he had done in the past, he had sealed himself in the deepest part of Zhao Yi's consciousness; this was the environment he was most familiar with and most adapted to, avoiding interference with Zhao Yi as much as possible.

Zhao Yi sat up and tapped his forehead with his hand.

He had only borrowed the arrangements left behind by the man surnamed Li to experience that secret technique, yet the negative effects were so intense. Su Luo was just a quiet, peaceful person who didn't fight or compete; if it had been someone else who was fierce, twisted, or ferocious and extreme, he feared that at this moment, a battle between heaven and man would still be raging in his brain.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Zhao Yi was now incredibly grateful—grateful that he hadn't practiced the black-covered book given to him by the person under the peach forest.

Once he practiced it, there was no second possibility: he would become addicted to the power of control brought by this terrifying secret technique, eventually leading himself to the same end—going to plant trees.

"You bastard surnamed Li, you really are a monster!"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan surfaced and climbed onto the boat.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin had chatted with the boat owner until he was happy; when he suggested that the moonlight was perfect tonight and they should stop here to enjoy the moon and chat, the boat owner agreed.

"Brother Marquis Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan?"

Hearing the movement, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin immediately ran to the stern.

The youth sat there, soaked through, but his aura was very stable and even.

Perhaps Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin hadn't felt it deeply before, but now he could clearly perceive this point.

It was like a top student in a grade who had been working hard on problems but had never taken an exam and had never appeared on the ranking list.

Brother Marquis Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan didn't practice martial arts, but he had been laying a foundation for himself; heaven knows how solid that foundation would be when Brother Marquis Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan reached adulthood, his body fully developed, and he could officially practice martial arts.

"I'm fine, let's go back."

"Alrighty."

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin ran to tell the boat owner to head to the shore.

During the boat ride, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and looked at the water beneath the boat.

A giant Dharma image of a Bodhisattva was constantly rising from below, constantly magnifying, magnifying, and magnifying again; in front of this "Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face," the boat gradually became insignificant.

The next moment, the Bodhisattva's eyes opened, like a god high above, looking down at the tiny ants.

This was the second time Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan had met the Bodhisattva's gaze.

The first time, he was nervous and uneasy, relying on the blessing brought by the identity behind him, attempting to make the other party wary, which was the only thing that supported his courage to look back.

This time, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't need those things.

The youth looked into these eyes very calmly.

It wasn't that He was no longer terrifying, nor that his own confidence was stronger; given the disparity in scale between the two sides, the influence that such a subtle change could cause was actually minimal.

The real reason was that now, he was already substantially standing on the opposite side.

The giant Bodhisattva Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face slowly sank and soon disappeared from view.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, opened them again, and let out a soft breath.

It seems that Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Zhao Yi and the others succeeded.

Although the Dizang Hall had long been built into Fengdou within the scenic area of the mortal realm, in reality, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had never been able to enter the true Fengdou.

From the fact that he earlier used the avatar of the Guarding Guarding Zhenjun of Universal Salvation to help build the Guarding Guarding Zhenjun system, and later personally crafted the Official Generals, it can be seen that in terms of material selection, he never truly touched the core of the Underworld.

Former Ghost Kings like the Bai He Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Tongzi had never actually served as officials in the Underworld; rather, it was more like a case of wild outlaws being co-opted.

He himself was the key for the Bodhisattva to enter Fengdou.

Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Mengmeng was the bloodline key, he himself was the inheritance key, and the three-colored luster sealed beneath the three incense sticks—which originated from the Underworld and held a revered status—was the key actively delivered from within the Underworld.

However, having a key does not mean one must open the door.

What the Bodhisattva wanted was certainly not a one-day tour of Fengdou; he wanted to station himself in Fengdou and thoroughly take control of the Underworld.

This can only mean that the Underworld truly had a problem, and to be more specific, the Great Emperor... had a problem.

Only when an opportunity appeared did the Bodhisattva actively seek out the keys and push this wave forward.

But now, the keys he had found were opposing and obstructing him.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan did not know if his choice was correct, just as he did not understand what effect sending Xiang Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Zhao Yi back would have; he only knew that it would have an effect.

Zhao Yi's original policy of sitting back and watching the two "immortals" fight could not be considered wrong; that was likely the most stable and safe choice.

Be a good key, ride the river water, finish what he was supposed to do, help the Bodhisattva open the Ghost Gate, and then let those "immortals" fight their own battle while he and the others sang songs and went home.

It was just that Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan felt this path of serving the great while playing both sides was only suitable for the stage where both parties were deadlocked and could do nothing to each other.

Now, they were on the verge of a phased result and were in the heat of the battle; trying not to offend either side would likely result in whoever won coming to settle the score with him.

There was no other way; at this point, he had to thoroughly lean toward one side.

After the boat docked, the boat owner insisted on dragging Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin off to drink.

At the late-night snack stall on the pier, with small tables and stools, the Ghost Street above and the river view to the side, the prices were extremely affordable; sitting down and leaning back, one gained a sense of complete contentment.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan ordered a bowl of clear soup wontons for himself, freshly wrapped by the stall owner's wife, and the taste was very fresh and delicious.

After eating, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan did not urge Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin to return, letting him continue to accompany the boat owner in idle chatter.

After they had their fill of food and drink, when it came time to pay, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin inevitably had a bit of a tussle with the boat owner; the boat owner relied on the strength of a middle-aged man who worked on boats to try and subdue Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin first, but unfortunately, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin was now full of beastly nature and directly gave the boat owner a heavy press-down.

After paying the bill, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin and Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan left, leaving the boat owner on the spot, both angry and amused, cursing and swearing.

When they returned to the guesthouse, it was already late at night, approaching one o'clock in the morning.

Arriving downstairs at the building where they were staying, he looked up and discovered a person standing by the edge of the rooftop; the figure was very familiar—it was Zhai Lao.

"Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Binbin, you stay below, I'll go up."

"Understood."

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan ran into the building, and after Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin took a few steps back, he took off his coat and held it up.

By the window of the room, Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You leaned there, waving and greeting Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin with a smile on his Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin pointed to the roof of the building.

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You was somewhat puzzled; he grabbed the edge of the window, leaned his entire body out, and twisted around before he saw the person standing up there.

This scene scared Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You so much that he didn't even bother to pull back in, instead using his hands and feet to crawl along the wall like a gecko.

This really couldn't be blamed on Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You's carelessness; he had been entirely focused on guarding against external enemies, and who could have imagined that one of their own would run up there and possibly be about to jump off the building?

After arriving below the position where Zhai Lao was standing, Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You stopped his movement.

From then on, if Zhai Lao were to jump, the moment he leaped, Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You would be able to grab him immediately.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan ran to the rooftop and saw Zhai Lao standing there with his hands behind his back; he understood in his heart that the old man wasn't about to jump off the building, but perhaps just came to look at the scenery.

"Grandpa Zhai, why are you here? It's cold at night, and the wind on the roof is strong."

"Probably because I ate hot pot tonight; my body felt feverish and I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come up to catch some wind."

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked to Zhai Lao's side and said, "Then next time we have a gathering, let's choose something lighter."

Zhai Lao: "There are light dishes in Sichuan cuisine, but you have to consider your teacher's wallet and the public expense reimbursement standards."

As he spoke, Zhai Lao reached out and patted the teenager's back: "Hehe, sorry, I scared you and made you worry."

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "Not really, you are not a fragile person."

Zhai Lao: "Then what kind of person do you think I am?"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "You are a useful person."

Zhai Lao: "I am just a person who, after growing old, is afraid of death."

After saying this, Zhai Lao turned and walked down; Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan accompanied him off the rooftop and downstairs until he sent him back to his room and helped him close the door.

Just as he was about to leave, he discovered Zheng Sun Hua walking out of the room next door, holding a thermos in his hand.

"Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, I'm going to get some water; please help me watch the door. The lock on my room door is broken, and it's not easy to open with the key after closing it, and the front desk didn't send anyone to repair it today."

"Okay."

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked into Zheng Sun Hua's room. Although Zheng Sun Hua acted as a disciple in front of Zhai Lao, in reality, his rank was not low, and he could enjoy the treatment of a single room.

There was a stack of materials on the table; Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan did not intend to peek, but he glanced at them and saw photos of Minister Minister Minister Qian Ying and Wu Lan, and then, he decided to peek.

The two died nominally at the hands of the old monk in the temple, but since it was during work, the compensation and pension processes still had to be followed.

These documents were basically sent by fax, and Zheng Sun Hua was handling this matter for his junior fellow apprentice and sister.

"Both are orphans, and they even came from the same orphanage?"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan looked at the files of the two and discovered something special.

The two should have known each other since childhood and lived together in the orphanage for a period of time, and later each had their own adoptive parents.

No wonder that after following a teacher into a team, the feelings between the two warmed up rapidly, and they directly confirmed their relationship as a couple.

But in this world, is there really such a coincidence?

Standing from the perspective of the parties involved, this was likely "destined by heaven" in the true sense.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan saw the archived photos of Minister Minister Minister Qian Ying and Wu Lan in the orphanage; they were faxed over and somewhat blurry, but Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan could mentally fill in the details.

The teenager's gaze narrowed slightly; this physiognomy was too poor, a very obvious sign of being thin-blooded and isolated. The data also stated that they were not abandoned, but that their parents had died and no relatives were willing to raise them.

Combining this with their birth dates and making a rough calculation, everything matched up.

Physiognomy and birth dates are not necessarily accurate; Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan was skilled in this but not superstitious about it. In the teenager's eyes, this was just a probability induction.

But the problem was, when he met Minister Minister Minister Qian Ying and Wu Lan, he didn't feel that there was a problem with their physiognomy.

Placing the childhood photos of the two together with the ID photos taken after they became adults and started working, it was very clear that their physiognomy had changed. Their fates had been altered by someone.

Zheng Sun Hua returned after getting hot water; Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan did not avoid him and continued to stand by the table watching.

"Sigh, I only just found out that my junior brother and sister had lived in an orphanage; it's truly pitiful. It's my fault for not taking good care of them; I should have accompanied them up the mountain that day."

"Brother Zheng, you don't need to blame yourself; no one wants accidents to happen."

In terms of age, Zheng Sun Hua was much older than Li Lan. Although Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan called Zhai Lao "Grandpa," Zhai Lao and Luo Gong were peers, so he could only call him "Brother" here.

"Hmm." Zheng Sun Hua took out a cup, made himself a cup of orange crystals, and also made a cup of powdered milk for Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan took the milk and took a sip.

Zheng Sun Hua picked up a bag of documents from the floor and placed them on the table, saying:

"Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, do me a favor. I have to deal with my junior brother and sister's affairs first. Please help me organize this; it's the teacher's resume. It needs to be condensed into an introduction booklet. Please help me summarize it, focusing on the engineering aspects."

"Is it for an award?"

"I don't know, the teacher asked me to organize it."

"Okay."

Generally speaking, before a formal meeting, the speaker's resume would be made into a booklet and distributed to the attendees. The important meeting was in two days, but the reporter was Luo Gong, not Zhai Lao.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan quickly flipped through these materials, asking as he looked: "Brother Zheng, do you carry these things with you everywhere?"

How much must one admire their own teacher to keep the teacher's resume with them at all times?

"No, it was mailed here a long time ago; it arrived several days before we did."

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan nodded, but soon, when he flipped to a certain part of the resume, memories from the past began to emerge in the teenager's mind.

These projects were actually all presided over by Zhai Lao.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan remembered that when he was a child beside Li Lan, there were several discoveries of special tombs that kept Li Lan busy and exhausted several times.

Zhai Lao's resume naturally wouldn't write about what tombs were discovered or what strange things happened during that time, but since the time and location overlapped, it must have appeared during construction.

If the construction was in Guanzhong or the Central Plains, it would be abnormal not to dig up something, but the problem was that these construction points were not historical tomb areas, yet they could frequently dig up large tombs that gave Li Lan a headache.

Was Zhai Lao really doing engineering... or was he using the name of engineering to find things himself?

In all likelihood, it was two-in-one, not conflicting with each other.

"It's organized, Brother Zheng, take a look."

"Okay, hmm, very good, very nice." Zheng Sun Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."

"You too, Brother Zheng, sleep early."

Leaving Zheng Sun Hua's room and heading to the next floor, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan heard movement in Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You's room. He pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin standing by the bed, while Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Brother Marquis Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, I just arrived, and then I saw A You like this. I tried to check, but I didn't see any problems, but I just can't wake him up."

There was indeed no fluctuation of aura on Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You's body; he looked as if he had entered meditation and fallen asleep.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan got on the bed, stood in front of A You, and pulled open his eyelids; his spirit was normal. Then he pressed his thumb against the center of Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You's brow; his body was normal.

He knocked on his knuckles, as if knocking on a door.

The next moment, Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You's vertical pupils opened; this was the response from the Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Tongzi.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan nodded, and the vertical pupils disappeared.

The Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Tongzi was also normal.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "It is indeed not A You's problem."

But A You clearly had a problem.

Waiting for another five minutes or so, Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You slowly woke up.

"Brother Marquis Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, Brother Bin, I just had a dream. In the dream, I arrived at a solemn, grand temple. Someone in the temple was speaking to me, saying so much, so much..."

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin: "What exactly did it say?"

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You: "Then suddenly, a voice shouted from behind me: 'I am the Bodhisattva, do not listen to His words!'"

After a pause, Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Then I woke up. Everything I heard before, I've forgotten it all; I can't remember a single word."

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "That one is getting anxious."

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin: "Is it that Bodhisattva?"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Mm, nominally, A-You belongs under His seat, though, only nominally."

That one wants to influence and interfere with Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You through this method.

But He failed.

Because between Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You and that one, there is still Sun Brother Baishen standing in the way.

The one who interrupted this process of influence is Sun Brother Baishen, which means that Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You, as a Guarding Guarding Zhenjun, is actually not under the control of that Bodhisattva at all, not even for a private whisper.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "Alright, it's fine now, go get some rest."

Returning to his room, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan took a shower and lay down on the bed.

The young man didn't fall asleep for a long time, while Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin, on the contrary, entered dreamland first and started snoring.

Once you get used to the sound of this snoring, you don't feel anything about it, and when outside, the snoring of teammates can provide a sense of security.

But as this snoring went on, it suddenly stalled.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan sat up, didn't turn on the light, and borrowed the moonlight shining in from outside the window to look at Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin, whose Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face revealed a hint of pain.

"As expected, A-You wasn't the last one, just the beginning. Have you finally shown your true colors?"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan knew what the Bodhisattva was doing; He was attempting to further infiltrate his entire team in His own unique way.

It's just that there was no panic in the young man's eyes, not even the slightest bit of worry.

In his dream, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin saw his four spirit beasts standing on a wide path, golden petals constantly drifting down on both sides, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting arose.

The four spirit beasts gradually walked into Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin's body, forming a fusion just like in reality.

Just at the moment of fusion, this solemn and grave scene began to distort, and then collapsed.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin didn't even savor any flavor from it at all; he turned over and continued to snore.

If it were the Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin of the past, when he only had two adopted sons on his shoulders, he definitely would have been affected.

But the "Five Senses Chart" was created by Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Zhengdao himself, and it is in itself a solid seal.

At the same time, under the pitch-black cliff, Liang Yan's figure was constantly groping her way closer from above.

Below, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng was holding Yin Meng, lying in the bushes; he had basically borne the entire impact brought by the fall.

"Phew... finally found you two."

Liang Yan looked at the two who had been pierced through by the stick; first of all, both were breathing and still alive.

Pulling out the stick was a bit difficult, and she didn't dare to; this wasn't just a matter of treating injuries. Recalling the terrifying scene of Yin Meng just crawling out of the grave, Liang Yan didn't dare to act on her own.

Upon inspection, Liang Yan discovered that the stick had pierced Yin Meng's chest in a position that avoided vital organs, but for Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, the situation was very serious.

She remembered that every time Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng swung the shovel at Yin Meng during the day, he did so without hesitation, but within his power, he was still protecting her.

Regarding the former, Liang Yan could understand; letting her leave in that situation was the greatest disadvantage to her, and any extra kindness would only bring greater cruelty to Yin Meng.

Regarding the latter, Liang Yan was very envious; she even fantasized that the ones lying here now, skewered by a stick, were herself and Zhao Yi.

At this moment, Yin Meng slowly opened her eyes.

Liang Yan was so scared that she immediately retreated; she was not willing to endure that terrifying illusion a second time.

The gray haze in Yin Meng's eyes had a tendency to re-condense.

But at this moment, the fresh blood in Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's body flowed along the stick onto Yin Meng; the gray haze in Yin Meng's eyes was dispersed by the baleful aura, and her eyes closed again.

In Yin Meng's consciousness, she was lying in cold, deep water, her soul completely sealed.

Standing before her was a towering statue; identical statues could be seen everywhere in the Ghost City, and its back was none other than the Great Emperor of Emperor Emperor Fengdu.

However, on the other side that Yin Meng could not see—that is, the front of the statue—was a compassionate Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva's golden body was constantly shattering, cracking and peeling off irregularly in one area after another.

It was as if someone were holding a shovel and frantically striking it.

After Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin returned to normal, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan also closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The dream came.

The young man felt as if he were sitting on a palanquin, swaying slightly up and down.

In front, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin and Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You were walking with their arms around each other's shoulders, laughing and talking; behind, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Yin Meng were walking side by side. Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng was carrying many things in his hands, while Yin Meng was happily eating the hometown snacks she had just bought.

The young man lowered his head and saw that the ones carrying him forward were skeletons.

The palanquin was moving upward; the shops around were gradually closing, and the pedestrians and tourists were becoming fewer and fewer. Even later on, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, and the others had disappeared.

Yet the palanquin was being carried more steadily than before, and the field of vision was much higher.

The young man lowered his head again and discovered that the skeletons who had previously served as palanquin bearers were now all wearing official robes and official hats, and at the same time, they were all walking on stilts.

Orange-red lanterns were hung up on both sides of the street; as he passed by, the lanterns kept floating upward, drifting into the air like eyes watching this place from above.

A huge gate appeared before Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan.

It was clearly not high, yet it gave people a sense of towering height that even mountain peaks could not match; it was also not wide, yet it separated yin and yang.

This was the Ghost Gate.

A gate that could only appear in one's cognition, yet could not be described by any words.

"Click..."

The Ghost Gate was opening.

The tidal fear from outside the gate and the miserable despair from inside formed a huge collision of impact at this moment, rising into clusters of hysterical mist.

Through the just-opened crack in the gate, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan cast his gaze inside; with just one glance, the young man had a tearing sensation as if his soul were being stripped away.

"Hum!"

The dream woke him, and the sky outside had brightened.

This was not just a dream, but a clue to the "Wave." Unlike the past where he needed to grope and distinguish, this time, the Wave could be said to have slapped him directly in the Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face without any concealment.

To finish this Wave, the Ghost Gate must be opened.

This gate is not only what the Bodhisattva wants to open, but also the attitude of the Jiang Shui.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed to wash up; Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin also woke up, called Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You, and the three of them went to the restaurant to have breakfast together.

After eating, they walked outside to get some air. In the sky, dark clouds gathered, blocking the sunlight, as if the morning just now had been a mistake, and now it was returning to the dead of night.

"Bang!"

A sound of collision came from afar.

Someone ran to the entrance of the guesthouse and waved their hands: "There's a car accident down there, come quickly and help lift the car!"

Xue Xue Xue Xue Xue Xue Xue Liangliang and Luo Gong, who were eating breakfast, put down their chopsticks and ran out; Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You also followed, while Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin stayed in the guesthouse.

On the road below the guesthouse, a sedan and a truck had collided. The front of the sedan was stuck into the belly of the truck, and the driver inside was covered in blood but couldn't get out.

Everyone worked together to pull the car out. At first, not many people came, and some ran back to call for more people, but after Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You started to exert force, only a few continuous long friction sounds were heard, and the car was dragged out.

The driver was not seriously hurt, just had a cut on his Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face, which looked very serious.

"Damn it, that turtle son suddenly appeared on the road, scaring me into having to turn the steering wheel in a hurry. If I had known, I would have just hit that turtle son to death!"

The driver was very angry; if it weren't for someone suddenly darting out, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan looked in the direction the driver was pointing and cursing, but there was no one there. After walking over, the young man lowered his head and discovered wet footprints left on the ground; they were cloth shoes.

He rubbed his boot sole over them; it was a bit sticky, and his nose tip also caught a faint stench of a corpse. This was the familiar smell of a "Dead-Fall," which he hadn't smelled for quite a long time.

Following the footprints, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan began to walk downward, and Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You, having finished his work over there, immediately ran over to follow.

The footprints were not on the road, but from here, by constantly sliding down the slope, one could go down the mountain. After chasing for a distance, he discovered that the footprints led to Ghost Street.

However, it was not from bottom to top, nor from top to bottom, but inserted from the middle section.

"Brother Marquis Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, this Dead-Fall can really walk."

"Mm."

It was also because there was no sun this morning; if the sunlight had been shining, the footprints and the corpse stench would have long since disappeared.

Following the footprints, they arrived at Ghost Street. The purpose of the footprints was very clear: they arrived at the entrance of a clothing store.

The store door was tightly closed, and there was someone inside, breathing rapidly and weakly.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "Kick the door."

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You went over with one shoulder and smashed a door panel, while also controlling the volume.

Walking inside, they saw Zhang Chi holding a ruler, covered in blood, lying in the arms of his younger sister, Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiuxiu.

He had fought, but he had lost.

That Dead-Fall didn't intend to kill him, or rather, there was actually no clear malice. The reason was very simple: if that were really the case, Zhang Chi and Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiuxiu would definitely be dead already.

"Give him the pill, the one for removing corpse poison."

"Okay."

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You took out the pill and handed it to Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiuxiu.

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiuxiu pointed her finger at the inner room: "It, it, it is inside!"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan: "He is no longer here; he has already left."

The young man walked into the inner room; the clothes rack in the inner room had collapsed, and clothes were scattered all over the floor.

On the side against the wall, there was a human-shaped water stain, which indicated that the Dead-Fall had just been lying there.

In his memory, the first time he came to Fengdou, the coffin where Xiang Xiang Seeing Yin Meng's grandfather slept was placed right here.

The Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Lice might have returned home out of an instinctual adherence to past living habits, or perhaps it came specifically to revisit the past.

Now it can be confirmed: that Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Corpse Lice is Xiang Xiang Seeing Yin Meng's grandfather.

He had clearly been sent into the Yin family ancestral tomb by his own hands back then, yet now, he had come out and returned home.

The man is the former owner of this place; Zhang Chi could actually have refrained from stopping him from checking on the house. It was a case of failing to act when he should have, and acting blindly when he shouldn't have.

The footprints continued outward; outside was the courtyard, which had a coal stove, a place for drying clothes, and a well.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked to the edge of the well and looked down.

Xiang Xiang Seeing Yin Meng's grandfather must have crawled into the well.

"Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!"

At this moment, a crisp sound came from below the well opening, and the well water began to churn.

Fish, many fish, were unexpectedly thrashing and surging upward from the bottom of the well.

"A fish tide! Go look, quickly, a fish tide!"

"So many fish, so many fish!"

People on the street shouted excitedly, and many ran toward the wharf.

On the river surface directly facing the wharf, countless fish were churning; usually, one could only see such a scene when a fish pond was being harvested and nets were being pulled, but how could a harvest compare to the magnificence before their eyes?

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You arrived on the street; even without going down to the wharf, they could still see the strange spectacle on the distant river surface.

Just at this moment, the thick layer of dark clouds above the river suddenly became thin and gradually dispersed, as if a hole had been gouged out of the sky; the sunlight that had been obscured for so long shone down from there, spilling onto the river surface.

The scales of the fish reflected the light, turning into pieces of gold, as if golden scales were dancing wildly, rendering a scene that was already a marvel with an additional layer of breathtaking wonder.

Unlike the lively crowd around him, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan appeared very calm; he knew that what caused this spectacle was not the weather or a fish migration.

Deep under the water, the golden Buddha statue buried by shackles was shedding, and what it attracted was not just the massive schools of fish above.

The first procession arrived; in a sedan chair, a handsome man was being carried with his eyes closed, while the sixteen sedan bearers were all delicate and pretty Wo Sect.

According to custom, this procession would land after nightfall when all was silent, proceed upward along Ghost Street, and pay homage to Fengdou.

One by one, shackles floated up, locking them all in place; immediately after, wisps of golden light submerged into their bodies, and the man in the sedan chair who had his eyes closed opened them—there was no charm, but instead, he pressed his palms together.

Next came the second, the third, the fourth...

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You cleared the way, pushing through the crowd, and Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan arrived at the edge of the wharf and reached out to touch the river water; ordinary people's eyes could not perceive it, but if viewed from the perspective of a walker in the underworld, the water in this vicinity was already as pitch-black as ink.

Tonight,

there will be a hundred ghosts rushing the gate.

(End of this chapter)