Chapter 293

The fierce fear those who don't fear death, especially someone like Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He, who played his hand openly and threw his life away right from the start.

The impression the Guan Jiang Shou left on the entire Jianghu was not particularly deep, because the strength of the Yin Gods was constrained by the physical fitness of the spirit mediums they descended upon. Yet, as they were now, they had no such restrictions and could unleash their full power, which was quite formidable.

But just as people cannot escape the influence of their platform and environment, gods, in fact, are the same.

For a long time, the Guan Jiang Shou's fighting style—brave and indomitable—was built on the foundation of not taking the spirit mediums' bodies seriously.

They were accustomed to despising the spirit mediums for limiting their performance while simultaneously enjoying the risk-free nature of being able to leave at any time after descending.

Having stayed in a safe honey pot for too long, even those who were once Ghost Kings that roared across a region now carried a sense of petty calculation and timidity.

Of course, this was actually what the Bodhisattva was willing to see; she had learned lessons from the previous generation of True Lords and strengthened her control over this generation of Guan Jiang Shou.

Therefore, rather than saying Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He betrayed his camp, it would be better to say he took the initiative to break away from the stale and decaying mold he had long since grown tired of.

Tongzi did not expect the boy's instructions to be so extreme, nor did he expect Lin Shu's actions to be so resolute, but he did not stop him.

The development of events had already transcended Tongzi's ability to think. The divine fire had been lit, and the countdown had begun; at this point, it was meaningless to dwell on other things. It was better to fight for time and have one last good, hearty time!

The combat experience and understanding of techniques belonging to Tongzi began to be unconditionally poured into Lin Shu's consciousness, initiating a shared state.

In the Guarding Guarding Zhenjun state, when Lin Shu and Tongzi's goals and emotions were completely aligned, there was actually no need to distinguish who was controlling this body.

The twin maces swept across with the force of a thousand jun. The Green-Faced Sun General dared not take it head-on and wanted to parry with the trident in his hand, but the moment they made contact, he felt a powerful counter-shock. First, his center of gravity was broken, and then he retreated continuously.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He continued to press forward, not giving him the slightest chance to catch his breath.

He knew very well that the iron chains tied around the waists of the two generals, Zeng and Sun, could continuously supply them with divine power. Therefore, they would not tire, and a war of attrition would only exhaust the Guarding Guarding Zhenjun himself. Besides... having burned his divine soul, he had absolutely no time to waste.

Only by inflicting enough damage in the shortest possible time could he realize the value of risking his life.

After three consecutive rounds of golden maces smashing down, Sun General retreated in a panic, his heart filled with horror.

He knew that Bai He could obtain more powerful strength after burning his divine soul, but he did not expect it to be this powerful. He was clearly inside a spirit medium's body, yet for Bai He, this medium's body was no longer a constraint; it was more like a tremendous boost.

With momentum gathered, Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He prepared to press his advantage and crush his opponent with the force of his momentum.

However, Zeng General, who possessed two bodies—red and blue—behind him, one holding a fire tally and the other gripping a tiger plaque, galloped forward, wanting to help Sun General out of his predicament.

Behind the offering table,

Li Zhuiyuan raised his right hand and covered his right eye.

The next moment, several lanterns in the sky seemed to have gained tangible gazes, staring fixedly at the two Zeng Generals below.

The two Zeng Generals suddenly felt their bodies become heavy, their footsteps as if entering a quagmire.

"Roar!"

"Roar."

The two Zeng Generals each tilted their heads outward, looking at each other across the air. Three sticks of incense light shot up from the tops of their heads, greatly weakening the suppression on their bodies.

Li Zhuiyuan also tilted his head slightly.

No words were needed; the tacit understanding was there.

Zhao Yi stepped forward, the Gate of Life and Death at his chest spinning rapidly. He raised his left hand and placed it on the boy's head, smiling as he said:

"Good boy... oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The composure he had just picked up vanished instantly. Zhao Yi's cheeks sunken, and his body began to twitch.

He really hadn't expected that the one surnamed Li would be more ferocious this time than ever before, directly starting to suck and drain him violently!

In an instant, the eyes of the lanterns above flipped several times over, their majestic gazes collectively locking on forcefully.

The two Zeng Generals, who were about to break free from the quagmire, only felt an invisible giant force strike them. Their divine bodies could not bear it, and after taking one step forward simultaneously, their back legs truly could not keep up. With a "bang," they fell to their knees on one leg.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He, having no worries behind him, could go all out to deal with Sun General.

Finally, under the accumulation of continuous momentum, the trident held by Sun General in both hands was parried away by Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He holding a mace in one hand, while the other mace smashed fiercely into Sun General's shoulder.

"Crack..."

The sound of the divine body cracking came. Divine power could be replenished by chains, but damage to the divine body was an exception.

Sun General, with his green face ferocious, still wanted to continue fighting despite his injuries. He indeed still had the ability to persist.

But after the white divine fire on Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He spread along the golden mace onto him, panic appeared in his eyes.

No matter how the camp relations changed, it could not change the fact that Tongzi and Sun General were essentially similar. Therefore, the fire formed by this Yin God burning his origin was capable of igniting him.

Moreover, after breaking Sun General's defense and achieving a heavy blow, Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He did not continue the next round of attacks but maintained this relative stillness, which was enough to allow more fire to transition onto Sun General, ensuring he would be ignited.

Sun General: "You..."

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He's vertical pupils were icy cold, and within his traditional arrogance flowed a touch of heart-palpitating tenacity.

This gaze made Sun General feel very strange. He knew this was not Bai He; at least, not the pure Bai He.

If a person with simple beliefs is on your side, you can absolutely trust him with your back. This is also why Zhao Yi had always had a soft spot for Lin Shu.

But if you stand opposite him, you can feel that he really can risk his life at any time, even if only to seek mutual destruction with you, or even just to bite off a layer of your skin.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He's voice was chilling, carrying the meaning of a final judge, as he said:

"Make a choice: either I perish with you, or you are crushed by me!"

Perishing means dragging you to an end together, erasing the traces of existence in this world; being crushed means nearly sixty years of effort go down the drain, yet there is still a chance to start over.

Sun General: "Traitor, stop being arrogant! I will fight you to the death!"

Under the heroic declaration was an active attack where the trident was lifted regardless of everything, completely abandoning the defense of the center, seeking to be crushed in a fearless posture.

Sun General chose the latter.

One reason was that the situation was stronger than the person; the second was that as former colleagues, even if there had been great conflicts, when it came to life and death, Sun General still believed Bai He would keep his promise.

Furthermore, the two generals Zeng and Sun had had contact with the boy behind the offering table. Even if the process was unpleasant, they had experienced the boy's methods. Their ugly little statues were still placed on the altar of Li, the Corpse-Fisher of Nantong.

In any case, it belonged to a bit of incense fate.

Most importantly, Bai He was willing to risk his life because Bai He had received enough benefits. Applying the saying "a scholar dies for his confidant" was understandable.

As for them?

How much merit do they get in a month? Why risk their lives!

The True Lords of the previous era had various flaws, but they absolutely did not lack fighting will, even if they were traitors serving different masters, they dared to fight to the death.

This generation of Guan Jiang Shou was nominally in a subordinate relationship with the Bodhisattva, but because the Bodhisattva took the big share and the Guan Jiang Shou took the small share, they kowtowed when they met, but in essence, they were just small subcontractors being squeezed.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He understood Sun General's meaning. Next, he fought Sun General rapidly. The opponent's defense-ignoring style was immediately seized upon by Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He. The golden mace was no longer blocked, and he continuously and fiercely struck Sun General's divine body directly.

Cracks grew more and more numerous. The final blow smashed onto the top of Sun General's head, and the divine body exploded directly, leaving only a ball of light trying to escape.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He kept his promise, first withdrawing the divine fire that had transitioned over, then ignoring the other's escape, not delivering a fatal blow.

Upon closer inspection, the Guarding Guarding Zhenjun discovered that it should have been because he had burned Sun General's divine body, just like adding an extra bundle of firewood, which to a certain extent extended his own burning time.

The Guarding Guarding Zhenjun turned around and looked behind him.

Li Zhuiyuan also lowered his palm covering his right eye at this time, and the eyes above his head turned back into lanterns, lifting the suppression on the two Zeng Generals.

Zhao Yi's expression of being drained dry was able to recover, but in fact, only the expression recovered.

Because the consumption of the deduction had not decreased much, he finally knew what the one surnamed Li was secretly doing. In addition to the pain, a sense of admiration arose spontaneously.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He dived, arms raised horizontally. The two Zeng Generals who had just stood up were swept by the two golden maces and flipped to the ground. Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He did not stand up, continuing to press down on them in this way.

With a successful example, it was fast to replicate.

The fire on his body transitioned through the golden mace to the two Zeng Generals again, and the exact same threat was issued from his mouth:

"Make a choice: either you perish with me, or you are crushed by me!"

The two Zeng Generals roared in unison:

"I would rather perish with you, this traitor!"

With the same multiple-choice question, it was even simpler for the Zeng Generals to do than for Sun General, because he could see that Sun General had indeed been spared.

Immediately, the two Zeng Generals abandoned defense and began a fierce counterattack.

Under the continuous heavy mace smashing, the Zeng Generals' bodies cracked continuously, and in the end, they also collectively collapsed.

He withdrew the fire, ignoring the other's light escaping.

The Guarding Guarding Zhenjun introspected. Although the consumption was still far greater than the replenishment, it was still longer than estimated.

Not daring to delay, Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He took the initiative to rush down toward the Ghost Street.

As the vanguard, the two generals Zeng and Sun had already been resolved. On the pier, the subsequent Guan Jiang Shou had already appeared, all a group of familiar old faces that made one "nostalgic."

The Guan Jiang Shou had just landed, some still holding iron chains in their hands, not yet bound to their bodies, when they saw a ball of light and fire galloping down from above toward them.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He held his twin maces high, the corners of his mouth extending infinitely, revealing a wanton and arrogant smile:

"My former colleagues, I, Bai He, have returned!"

On the pier, it immediately turned into a mess. Under normal conditions, the two generals Zeng and Sun were the two most powerful of the Guan Jiang Shou. Now that they were gone, the current Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He really had the feeling of a wolf in a flock of sheep.

Wherever the twin maces went, there was wailing of ghosts and howling of gods. The past camaraderie and kindness were all in the maces; let us drink together with you all!

"Hiss... hiss..."

Above, more lanterns turned into eyes, gazing toward the bottom of the pier.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He could fight so happily because the Ghost Street's support for him had increased, and the suppression of those Guan Jiang Shou had doubled.

Zhao Yi was in so much pain that he kept gasping, but he didn't "oh oh oh" like before.

Because he knew that the one surnamed Li was setting the stage for A-You, allowing him to be as happy as possible before he fell.

When it came to A-You, Zhao Yi was never stingy.

Finally, the pier was a mess.

Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He was covered in wounds, standing there, one mace supporting the ground to maintain his figure, the other mace raised, continuously pointing toward the remaining Guan Jiang Shou around him.

For all those whose divine bodies he had crushed, he did not deliver a fatal blow. He just wanted to make them remember this day forever, how the high and mighty Yin God adults were beaten until they fled with their heads in their hands!

The milky white divine fire kept dimming.

Lin Shu said in his heart: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I can't hold on anymore."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm, then you go die."

Lin Shu: "Understood, I know!"

The tenacious vertical pupils dissipated, the fire on his body extinguished, Lin Shu closed his eyes, and his vitality was completely emptied.

But standing there, he made the remaining Guan Jiang Shou who still retained their divine bodies not dare to cross over for a while.

"The one surnamed Li, it's my turn."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

Zhao Yi withdrew his hand from the boy's head, walked around the offering table, and moved forward, his footsteps becoming more and more unsteady as he walked.

He was used to lending his brain to the one surnamed Li, but the period just now was the most ruthless time the one surnamed Li had used it; he himself had essentially been drained dry.

"Glug... glug... glug..."

In the water area at the edge of the pier, huge bubbles turned over, and a pair of pitch-black nostrils slowly emerged.

Zhao Yi stopped his footsteps, his arms hanging down listlessly, and shouted weakly to Tan Wenbin behind him:

"Zhuangzhuang, you brought the camera, right?"

Tan Wenbin: "I brought it."

"Remember to help me take a photo later."

"The things here cannot be captured by a camera."

"Then use your eyes to record it."

"No problem."

Zhao Yi: "The one surnamed Li, if you had told me earlier that this was the process, do you believe I wouldn't have come?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You still would have come."

Zhao Yi: "So certain?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Those who cannot afford to gamble often cannot let go either."

Zhao Yi: "Alright, don't say any more."

Young Master Zhao's body swayed, and he knelt to the ground.

He didn't blame the one surnamed Li for draining him dry even though he knew it was his turn to go up next.

From his pocket, he took out... two talisman needles.

A sealing talisman and a breaking-evil talisman; the needles were also specially made, not only of special materials but also engraved with formation patterns.

It was no surprise that Zhao Yi could get these two talismans. Having walked the river so many times and for so long, he didn't even need to steal them; he could just pick up two that had been thrown out but hadn't triggered any effect.

After all, while these talismans were very precious in the Jianghu, for Li Zhuiyuan and others who had mastered mass production technology, they could be used in large quantities.

However, from this point, it was enough to see how deep Zhao Yi's study and research on this side were.

Tearing open the clothes on his chest, the spinning speed of the Gate of Life and Death had dropped to a very low value. Zhao Yi took a deep breath and began to reverse the Gate of Life and Death.

Intense death energy invaded his whole body in an instant. Zhao Yi raised his head, not letting out a scream; he had long since dulled the physical pain, and only the one surnamed Li could give him mental torture.

The two talisman needles pierced in, and after the death energy stagnated for a moment, it became even crazier.

On Zhao Yi's body, new cracks appeared one after another. After each crack opened, flesh and blood were wriggling. At first glance, it looked like dense eyes had appeared all over his body.

Standing up, he twisted his neck and Zhao Yi asked:

"The one surnamed Li, how is it?"

"Disgusting."

"A newly realized move, unfortunately, unlike A-You's kind that can be used repeatedly, once I use this move, I will definitely die."

Reversing the Gate of Life and Death is equivalent to heading straight for the Gate of Death, with no way back.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Chicken ribs."

Hearing this, all the eyes on Zhao Yi's body collectively rolled at Li Zhuiyuan.

It was indeed chicken ribs. Lin Shu used talisman needles to stimulate his potential, but Zhao Yi used this method, and his strength did not improve; he just relied on absorbing the surrounding death energy to obtain an extra period of short-term endurance.

In a normal fight, this move wouldn't be used at all, unless he intended to use it to disgust his opponent to death.

However, who told Zhao Yi he had been drained dry?

He didn't want to crawl up and die just like that; he had to walk to his death, otherwise, the photo wouldn't look good.

Stepping forward, walking and walking, Zhao Yi perceived doubt; the death energy that was already rich on the Ghost Street was actively gathering into his body.

This made him very uncomfortable, but also very gratified. He continued to move forward, not looking back, but still raised his hand and waved it, which was considered thanking the one surnamed Li for giving him a bit of decency.

The remaining Guan Jiang Shou on the pier were preparing to go to the street, and then, having just experienced the fireball attack, they saw an even larger ball of Yin.

Previously, Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He at least had moves to speak of, but Zhao Yi was much simpler and more straightforward. After smashing down, he immediately increased the reversal of the Gate of Life and Death to a rate he himself could not control.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion, death energy vented.

If it couldn't blow these Guan Jiang Shou to death, it could disgust them to death; if it couldn't disgust them to death, it could pollute them.

The latter was even harder for them to accept than death.

Perhaps influenced by Guarding Guarding Zhenjun Bai He's mercy earlier, many Yin Gods, after discovering that their divine bodies were invaded by death energy, decisively chose to collapse, attempting to retain a pure light and shadow to leave.

But Zhao Yi was not Lin Shu; he had no colleague incense fate with these Yin Gods. He didn't let go of any of those who tried to run away.

Come on, be buried with me!

The Liang sisters both stood up at this time, looking at all this in disbelief. They didn't know what kind of fighting style this was; they could have swarmed up, but instead, they went up to die one by one.

But their own boss seemed to have accepted it actively, which made them unable to flare up even if they wanted to, leaving only full of doubts in their minds.

Looking at Tan Wenbin next to them, who was rolling his hands and placing them on his eyes to "take photos,"

And Yin Meng, who was still eating snacks by the stretcher.

Clearly, the companion they spent every day with had just died, but they were like nothing had happened.

Tan Wenbin had guessed some of it, and Yin Meng didn't understand at all.

But for those who could conclude a red thread with Brother Xiaoyuan, that kind of delivery and trust between life and death had long been accustomed to.

If Brother Xiaoyuan let them die, it meant the situation had reached a point where they had to die, so everyone just lined up to die.

Looking at Brother Xiaoyuan's calm appearance, clearly A-You had already died, but everyone couldn't even overflow with sadness in their hearts.

Runsheng was even snoring.

Without using the brain, purely following emotions, people can indeed live more easily.

On the pier, Zhao Yi had regrets. If his state had been maintained, he could actually have died more handsomely and stirringly than A-You earlier.

At this moment, purely kneading himself into a ball of death energy and smashing it down, it was satisfying, but it was too fast; he hadn't smashed out much flavor before it was about to end.

"Clatter..."

A black phantom emerged. It was not tall, but it gave people a very shocking feeling.

Its hooves stepped onto the pier, and the gaze projected from the phantom stared at Zhao Yi.

With mockery and sarcasm, this was clearly a grudge.

Zhao Yi also guessed who the other party was, although it had turned black and grown larger, no longer the white, slender one.

"Dog eyes look down on people, I'm just imitating; if you have anger, you should vent it on that one."

The phantom raised its hooves, and the majestic pressure gathered. Zhao Yi, whose death energy was gradually disappearing, would soon completely dissipate under this hoof.

No fear, no terror, and no unwillingness.

The one surnamed Li, even if you gambled wrong this time, you have to die with me; I don't lose.

When reporting to the Ghost Gate Pass from the Yellow Springs Road, you don't even need to burn paper people for me; I have two betrothed wives accompanying me, you don't.

Hmm?

Zhao Yi turned his head and looked at the high place behind him.

To tell the truth, mentioning the Yellow Springs Road and the Ghost Gate Pass here always feels strange.

Isn't the Ghost Street I'm stepping on now the Yellow Springs Road?

As for the Ghost Gate... Zhao Yi's gaze locked on the position where the one surnamed Li set up the offering table.

However, fate is not in our hands after all. The one surnamed Li, do you really believe that Great Emperor is willing to pay such a price for you and us?

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and smashed it heavily on the table, saying in a deep voice: "Suppress!"

The hoof Zhao Yi was waiting for had not yet fallen, and the phantom was first suppressed by a powerful repressive force, crawling on the ground.

At this moment, it was just like that moment back then.

Changed place, changed body shape, state unchanged.

"Hehe..."

Zhao Yi laughed, leaped up, jumped onto the phantom, sat across it, faced the top of the Ghost Street, found Tan Wenbin's position, and made a scissors gesture with his left hand.

Tan Wenbin closed his hands rolled in front of his eyes and made a sound effect:

"Click!"

The suppression could not last too long, and Li Zhuiyuan's face revealed fatigue.

The phantom stood up, shook its head, threw Zhao Yi into the air, opened its mouth, bit him, and then chewed and swallowed continuously.

Immediately after, the phantom began to step up. Behind it, countless ghost shadows trapped by chains gradually emerged, the number so huge it was unimaginable.

"Brother Binbin."

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyuan."

"It's your turn."

Tan Wenbin nodded, walked forward, and faced the phantom that was constantly approaching. Four beast shapes also emerged on his body, and he whispered:

"You know who this guy is, right?"

"Good that you know."

"I feel quite unconvinced for you all; you are all demon beasts, why are you nameless, but that guy's fame is so great?"

"Go, let's have a fight!"

Tan Wenbin rushed up.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the Liang sisters and asked: "Do you want to go die for a bit?"

Liang Yan: "I..."

Liang Li: "This..."

Liang Yan and Liang Li asked in unison: "Do you have any trump cards you can be sure of?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "If I did, your boss wouldn't have scolded me so excitedly just now."

After the sisters thought for a while, they also walked out of the offering table area.

They didn't believe Li Zhuiyuan, and it wasn't even "dying for love" for Zhao Yi.

It's not that love can't be died for, it's mainly that Zhao Yi died too fast and too straightforwardly. If he could have coaxed them in advance, then they would have gone first. In this situation, it made them feel a bit neither here nor there.

Afraid, they were afraid, and there was a bit of sadness that their quasi-man died, but just like the cookies Yin Meng was eating, they were all a bit thin and crispy.

Liang Yan: "If he dies, we won't have merit to make up for our lifespan, and we won't be able to return to our youth."

Liang Li: "The scars can't be perfectly removed either."

The sisters looked at each other, sighed at the same time, and rushed forward.

Tan Wenbin was struggling to bear the trampling pressure from the phantom. After the two women joined, the situation changed immediately, becoming three people being suppressed together.

The phantom didn't reveal its true face because it had concerns and could only be shrouded in clouds and mist, so its strength was greatly reduced compared to the real one, but even so, it was not something ordinary existences could compare to.

If there was no suppression from the Ghost Street environment, it could easily kill its way through here.

"Slap!"

Liang Yan was crushed into meat paste.

"Slap!"

Liang Li followed in her sister's footsteps.

The sisters' current state was too far from their peak, so it was perfectly normal for them to die straightforwardly.

Tan Wenbin also failed to hold on for too long. After a full-force blow made the phantom tremble and retreat a few steps, he was trapped by the phantom with a tail whip, and then lifted high and smashed down fiercely toward the ground.

Originally, Tan Wenbin wanted to struggle a bit more, or have a short but extremely long memory in his mind before dying.

First, trace back his life experience since he could remember, then focus on savoring the regrets, and finally, the people he wanted to see kept appearing in his mind...

On TV, it was all acted like this; the time of blinking twice after landing could pass for a long, long time.

But unfortunately, Tan Wenbin just couldn't find that emotion.

In his bones, he still trusted Brother Xiaoyuan too much. Even if Brother Xiaoyuan let him go to his death, he felt it made a lot of sense, as if even death could have surprises.

"Boom!"

Flesh and blood and spirit beasts turned into dust in an instant.

After solving the blockers, the phantom continued to move forward. The ghost groups behind had already boarded the pier one after another, densely moving up along the Ghost Street.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Yin Meng, who was sitting there, and asked:

"Mengmeng, are you full?"

Yin Meng wiped her mouth and nodded: "Hmm, I'm full."

"Since you're full, then hit the road."

"Okay."

Yin Meng pushed away the empty snack bag in front of her, wiped her hands hard on her clothes, and then spread her right hand and placed it in front of her.

The Gu insect flew out from the cuff and circled happily in Yin Meng's palm.

But immediately, the Gu insect was stunned, its two long antennae intertwined, falling into entanglement.

Yin Meng's gaze became serious, as if giving a silent warning.

The Gu insect chose to submit.

It went down, bit Yin Meng's palm, and drilled into the flesh and blood.

Li Zhuiyuan: "The offering table is there, go use it."

"Good!"

Yin Meng stood up, walked behind the offering table, and began the sacrificial ceremony.

This time, what she wanted to sacrifice to her ancestors was her own corpse!

It wasn't yet, but it didn't matter; she was going to die soon anyway.

With the beginning of Yin Meng's sacrifice, her body began to rot gradually, and a ball of green light extended tentacles, about to drill out of her body.

The phantom stopped moving forward because it sensed dread.

"Bang!"

Yin Meng's body split open, and a green moth flew out, circling in the air.

Attached to the moth was a Gu insect.

It wanted to detach itself to save its life after completing the guidance task as it had in the past.

But this time, it kept searching, but failed to find a cuff that could accommodate its return.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't look at it, just silently condensed some blood mist in his palm.

If the Gu insect flew back, he would pinch it to death here with his own hands.

The Gu insect didn't fly back. This time, it chose to follow the moth and rush toward the phantom.

The phantom wanted to dodge, but couldn't avoid it in time. After the green moth hit it, a green light shot into the air from bottom to top.

The pitch-black, gloomy night seemed to be gouged out, and a ray of moonlight fell, shining on the phantom.

The phantom let out a wail. It began to panic, began to fear, and began to retreat.

Throughout history, when Yin family members went out to travel, they would be invited to the seat of honor, all for the sake of Yin Changsheng, because Yin Changsheng was still alive.

However, even the Yin family members themselves didn't know how to seek a meeting with their ancestors. Even in dreams, it was very difficult to do.

Li Zhuiyuan could be regarded as a successor of the Great Emperor with reality but no name, not only because he had learned the Twelve Dharma Decrees of Fengdu by reverse deduction, but also because he had broken through the imagination limits of the Yin family in the excavation of the Yin family bloodline.

The Great Emperor ignores his descendants, it doesn't matter; relying on the bloodline bond, you can completely jump in front of the Great Emperor yourself. If he still ignores you, you can also try to disgust him, until the Great Emperor can't stand it.

The phantom's cover was continuously torn open under the moonlight, slowly revealing its true face that it didn't want to show to the world.

Very majestic, very sturdy, a bit like a dragon, a body pieced together from various animals, without the arrogance of a dragon, but with its own deep solemnity.

At this moment, it began to bleed, blood dripping continuously, gathering into a small stream flowing downward.

Compared to physical damage, what it feared more was the karmic backlash manifested under the Heavenly Dao.

Amidst the wailing and shaking sounds, iron chains extended from under the water, and finally wrapped around it, re-wrapping it in another way.

Soon, it finally quieted down.

With iron chains wrapped around its whole body, it stood motionless, looking like an iron lion.

Countless ghost souls had bypassed it and continued to move forward.

At this time, from the narrow alleys on both sides ahead, a group of dead-fallen ones walked out, and Yin Meng's grandfather was also among them. They were all Yin family members who had been buried in the ancestral grave in the past.

Those who could enter the Yin family ancestral grave were all those who had cultivation in the Xuan Sect. The dead-fallen ones they turned into could use some of their methods from when they were alive, and they were the most difficult to deal with in the dead-fallen sequence.

Actually, normally speaking, after Yin family members died, their souls should return to the Yin Division, and it was very strange to put their remains in coffins and send them into the ancestral grave.

Now turning into dead-fallen ones was even more inexplicable, because the pain of the dead-fallen ones had to be endured at all times.

However, combining the fact that they had been cursed by the Bodhisattva very early on, it could be understood.

This curse made them unable to have peace even after death. As Yin family members, they couldn't enter the Yin Division directly like lonely ghosts, even if the Yin Division... was really created by their family.

Therefore, the Great Emperor opened the Yin family ancestral grave, and the original intention should not have been to accept and protect his descendants, but more like to suppress them once and for all for fear that they would cause disasters after death.

From here, it can also be seen that the struggle of the Yin Division had been laid out very early on, and it had been deadlocked until now, only unfolding in this way.

Both were too powerful, and neither was willing to tear off their disguise and fight without scruples under the gaze of the Heavenly Dao. In the end, it evolved into a stalemate between the two sides, a struggle of proxies without either side making a move.

After the Yin family members appeared, the layering was very clear. Those whose clothing styles were more ancient and luxurious rushed to the front, and their strength was stronger. Those numerous ghosts were continuously dissolved and cleared in front of them.

Those whose clothing styles were closer to modern times, and whose funeral clothes were not so particular, were further behind, responsible for cleaning up the miscellaneous ghosts left behind by the "elders" in front.

As for Yin Meng's grandfather, he tried very hard to rush along, and the dead-fallen evil energy on his body was also very rich, but he was still ranked at the very back. Until now, he hadn't even touched a ghost, and hadn't even had a chance to make a move.

The swarming ghost group was pushed down just like that. I don't know how many lonely souls had their souls scattered at this time. Anyway, the night sky above had become even more gloomy and oppressive.

Just at this time, the iron lion that had been quiet for a long time moved.

It turned its body, waved its tail, and raised its hooves. Its movements became much slower than before, but the momentum and movement were even greater than before.

The Yin family members rushed up and fought with it. Yin family members were continuously crushed, but the disappearance at this time was not only a repayment of the obsession of the ancestors, but also a kind of relief for themselves after turning into dead-fallen ones.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to Runsheng's side, sat down, reached out, and pushed Runsheng gently.

"Brother Runsheng, wake up."

Runsheng's snoring stopped, and he opened his eyes: "Xiaoyuan?"

Sitting up, looking around, the street ahead was extremely lively, but the surroundings looked very desolate.

The severe pain in his chest made Runsheng subconsciously grab it with his left hand, but his right hand still pulled out the Yellow River shovel at the fastest speed, protecting the boy behind him.

"Xiaoyuan, didn't they come?"

"Brother Runsheng, they are all dead."

"Hmm."

"Now, it's your turn."

"Oh, good."

Runsheng stood up leaning on the Yellow River shovel, his tired and damaged body still forcibly opening the gas gates.

"Xiaoyuan, I'll go drag that thing, you hurry up and find a way to escape!"

"Not escaping, we'll die together."

"Oh, good."

Runsheng held the Yellow River shovel and walked forward limping. The gas gates all over his body opened one after another. His body could not bear the burden. First, the flesh and skin began to tear, followed by pieces of flesh falling off.

After reaching a distance suitable for sprinting, Runsheng chose to run. The moment he leaped up, large pieces of blood beads scattered, but he still smashed the shovel fiercely onto the top of the iron lion's head, smashing a large piece off, revealing the true face inside, and wailing and screaming sounds sounded again.

Li Zhuiyuan hugged his knees, sat in place, and watched this scene quietly.

Guesthouse.

Just as the sky was dawning, it became busy here. The morning meeting was very important, many people attended, and their identities were also very special. Everyone was trying their best to prepare everything.

"Teacher, tea."

Xue Liangliang brought a cup of strong tea and walked into Luo Gong's room.

Luo Gong took the tea and took a sip. On the table, it was piled full of various drawings and reports.

Xue Liangliang knew that the teacher was nervous.

What was nervous was not the specification of this meeting, but the importance and influence of this meeting.

"Teacher, you should rest. You've been busy for so many days, I haven't seen you sleep well."

"How can I sleep." Luo Tingrui rubbed his eyebrows, "Thinking about how many people have to leave their homes because of this, and how many people's homes have to sink to the bottom of the water, if I close my eyes and slack off now, I will have a sense of guilt in my heart. Let's get through this period. After the meeting, I will give myself a holiday and have a good sleep."

"I will supervise you."

"Hehe, thanks to sleeping several big sleeps on the road when coming here, otherwise I might really not be able to hold on now. By the way, how is the part you need to prepare?"

"My part is very little, no problem."

"Don't be negligent, don't think this is just going through the motions. Looking back in the future, this is history leaving a file for us."

"Teacher, I know."

"Knock knock knock!"

The door was knocked.

Xue Liangliang: "Please come in."

The door was opened, and Elder Zhai stood outside.

Luo Tingrui hurriedly stood up and took the initiative to welcome him: "Why did you get up so early?"

"I'm old, my sleep was light to begin with, and now my eyes are blurry. How come when I look at you, there are double images, colorful, like wearing sunset glow."

Luo Tingrui laughed: "Oh, you really know how to joke. I'm almost exhausted to death, let alone sunset glow."

"Elder Zhai, drink some water." Xue Liangliang handed over a cup of water.

Elder Zhai took it and took a look at Xue Liangliang by the way, only feeling that the sunset glow in front of him was heavier, stinging his eyes so much that he couldn't open them.

After putting down the water cup, Elder Zhai took off his glasses, took out a cloth, and began to wipe. He felt it was a problem with his glasses.

He got up at dawn. Clearly, it was still dark outside, but there was always light constantly scanning his window. At first, he thought it was car lights, but after opening the curtains, he found that this light was not shone from car lights, but emitted by the people sitting in the car.

Even the night sky in the sky, the distance was still pitch black, but nearby, there were many changes, especially above the auditorium where the meeting was to be held today, as if it had been rendered with a layer of sunset glow.

Luo Tingrui waited for Elder Zhai to speak. He knew that if the old man had nothing to do, he wouldn't come to find him so early.

Elder Zhai put his glasses back on. The sunset glow was still there, but he seemed to have adapted to it now. The lenses were not broken. Was it a problem with his own eyes?

"It's like this, Luo Gong..."

"I can't afford to be called that by you. Like before, you can just call me little brother."

"When asking for help, shouldn't the attitude be better?" Elder Zhai smiled, "It's like this, can the reporter of this meeting be changed to me?"

"Of course." Luo Tingrui agreed without hesitation, "It was originally decided to be you. It was you who said you were unwell at the time, so you handed it to me at the preliminary meeting."

Luo Tingrui had no displeasure at all. After all, whether it was seniority or contribution, Elder Zhai was above him. He also believed that Elder Zhai wanted to do this report not to fight for fame and fortune. Moreover, with their industry status and position, they didn't need to fight for this at all.

Elder Zhai: "Thank you."

Luo Tingrui: "You are too polite. I will have someone redo the brochure and notify the host to change people."

Elder Zhai: "No need. Don't be afraid of you laughing, Zheng Hua has already done it for me in advance, as if he guessed my thoughts long ago. This child, he wasn't so smart before."

Luo Tingrui: "That's good, that's good."

Elder Zhai: "Actually, even I don't know why my thoughts changed so fast. Sigh, anyway, I've caused you trouble."

Luo Tingrui: "What are you saying."

Elder Zhai: "After this report is done and the project here is over, I'm ready to retire. I'm tired, I won't toss anymore. The future belongs to you young people."

Luo Tingrui: "You have contributed enough, you should have a good rest. Liangliang, organize my report and hand it to Elder Zhai."

Xue Liangliang organized the report and handed it over:

"Elder Zhai, take it well."

"Hey, good."

Elder Zhai reached out to take the report, but couldn't take it, because the hand on the other side didn't let go.

Luo Tingrui looked at Xue Liangliang with some doubt, seeing Xue Liangliang's eyes lost, as if he was in a daze, so he reminded in a low voice:

"Liangliang, Liangliang?"

Xue Liangliang gave a start, looked at Elder Zhai who was kind-hearted in front of him, immediately exerted force, pulled the report back, hugged it tightly, and shook his head vigorously:

"No!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 294 =====