Chapter 466

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan toyed with the ghost seal while looking at this line of text on the offering table.

Although outside the Lu Family Manor, the Great Emperor's extraordinary intervention had severely tarnished the originally pure master-disciple relationship between them.

Yet, the young man would not be so naive as to think that the Great Emperor truly cared about such titles.

The Great Emperor would certainly not demand such a title from him, as it would severely affect His debt valuation.

After all, those who lend money fear nothing more than the borrower playing the emotional card during the repayment period.

Therefore, this ghost seal and this line of text must be viewed in conjunction.

After the team finishes resting tonight, he will lead the team to set off tomorrow morning, officially entering the Small Hell of the Valley of the Living.

Currently, the core strength of the Small Hell—the Ten Yama Kings plus one Young Lord—has already been cleared out in advance.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan is a person who becomes more cautious the greater his advantage; he will not get carried away, but will instead continue to proceed step by step.

Therefore, even if the Small Hell and that Valley Master can cause him difficulties and trouble, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan believes he can ultimately complete this wave successfully.

The Great Emperor likely thinks the same.

So, before he enters the Small Hell, bestowing the seal first and then asking for a title makes the meaning very intriguing.

It is as if He is preparing to let him, this Young Lord... establish his own administration.

No, things are not that simple.

But if one continues to follow this line of reasoning, everything will soon become clear.

What the Great Emperor wanted at the beginning was likely to prune the inherited forces of this hellish competitor.

Now, what the Great Emperor wants is annexation.

The simplest and most cost-effective way is: let him conquer this place, then rebuild it, and once he has the operations on the right track, He will then, through the superior-subordinate relationship between "Great Emperor" and "Young Lord," legitimately annex the Small Hell into Emperor Emperor Fengdu.

The Great Emperor is truly a figure of the Han Dynasty; this is first enfeoffing, then abolishing the states to create commanderies.

Giving him this hint so early also has a purpose; it is to remind him not to be stingy when attacking the Small Hell, and not to wantonly destroy and smash things, as it will take effort to rebuild later.

This is truly teaching him hand-in-hand how to pay back the interest.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy."

After Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan had Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng put away the offering table, he undid the isolation barrier.

When the two returned to the resting area, what they saw were mountain spirits and wild demons scurrying about the camp.

It was Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin who had summoned them.

They brought various wild fruits, game, herbs, and fruit wine they had brewed themselves.

Although everyone brought their own supplies, no one could refuse to make themselves more comfortable and cozy while in the wild.

To these mountain spirits and wild demons, this was simply a great opportunity; any little bit leaked from the fingertips of everyone here was of great benefit to their cultivation of merit to become human, and the price paid was merely some local specialties.

A few foxes even wanted to release some body odor to create a psychedelic effect, putting on an exciting show for those interested.

But when Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked back, they were driven away; there was no help for it, as this show was not suitable for children.

Zhu Zhu Yiwen had been waiting for Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and enthusiastically invited his dining companion to sit down.

With the Yama main body paired with the dry-aged tomb meat from Lu Family Manor, once the pot lid was lifted, both of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva together and immediately began to feast.

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Shu You had long since set up the tent, and when Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan entered, he saw A Li sitting on her sleeping bag, holding the blood porcelain bottle in her arms.

The blood porcelain bottle had just had a full meal and was in a state of agitation; the girl was attempting to suppress it.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan sat beside her to keep her company.

After half an hour, A Li raised her head and opened her eyes; the blood porcelain bottle in her arms stopped trembling and quieted down.

The young man smiled and lay down in his sleeping bag.

The girl lay down as well.

After the two stared at each other for a while, they each closed their eyes.

The "Wordless Book" climbed out of the hiking bag with a "patter-patter" sound, came between their sleeping bags, turned its pages by itself, and created white noise to help them sleep.

Wang Lin, that little fatty, brought everything from pots and pans; while others were traveling the rivers to gain experience, he seemed to be living on the river.

With the mountain delicacies sent by the mountain spirits and wild demons, he showed off his culinary skills, and many people nearby gathered around to mooch a dinner.

Honestly, the little fatty's skills were indeed not as good as Zhu Zhu Yiwen's; that man was a veteran foodie.

The dishes he prepared at the feast, even setting aside the divine Divine Divine Divine Deer parts, were stunning to everyone.

But as for that man's food, no one really dared to mooch it casually.

After eating and drinking their fill, except for those assigned to keep watch, everyone else appeared to have fallen asleep.

Some teams still maintained a habit of vigilance and would arrange for internal members to take turns feigning sleep.

After Wang Lin finished washing the kitchenware, he spread out his bedding and lay down comfortably.

He had always fallen asleep quickly.

Once his eyes closed, he was "dead."

In his dream, Wang Lin sat up.

Everything around him was pitch black, and after a while, it presented a gray, misty state, with the same scene as in reality appearing in his dream.

Only everything in the dream was in shades of gray and white.

Wang Lin saw some people feeling uneasy, some anxious, some relieved, some resentful, and most people feeling bewildered.

Zhao Yi had once obtained three opportunities for blind selection in the basement of Li Sanjiang's house, and among them, he had drawn a book called "Water-Asking Heart-Seeking Technique."

It was a superior secret technique that, once mastered, could see through the human heart and possessed an effect infinitely close to the "seam of the gate of life and death."

When Zhao Yi drew this book, he laughed very loudly.

And Wang Lin was the one practicing this secret technique.

At this moment, the little fatty was walking in the dream among the crowd of sleeping people; he only observed from a distance and did not touch them.

Touching them would represent a targeted attack, and the sleeping people might immediately notice.

Wang Lin kept walking until he reached the central area of the camp, his gaze falling on the tent where Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan was.

In the gray and white painting style, the top of the young man's tent moved slightly, and the evil flood dragon slowly crawled out, poking its head out; it seemed to have sensed something and was investigating.

Wang Lin did not stop and continued to approach, certain that this evil flood dragon could not discover him.

The evil flood dragon kept turning its head, its premonition becoming clearer and clearer, yet it never gained anything.

Wang Lin walked to the tent entrance, bent down, and lifted the tent flap.

"Whoosh~"

The sound of the flap being lifted was like turning a page of a book.

The next moment, Wang Lin discovered that he was not in the tent, but in a woman's boudoir.

Red candles flickered, gauze curtains lightly covered the room, and the figure on the bed was graceful, appearing and disappearing from view.

Wang Lin realized that the other party was guarding against him, and he had already walked into a trap.

Ever since he came into contact with Wang Lin, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan would open the "Wordless Book" every night when he slept.

Wang Lin turned around, preparing to leave.

The woman poked her Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face out, revealing an exquisite and charming Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face:

"Since you've come, won't you accompany me for a drink and say a few words?"

The woman left the bed, her jade feet dancing like butterflies on the carpet; just as she was about to touch Wang Lin, the figure in front of her suddenly vanished into thin air.

"Hehehe..."

The woman's gaze turned gloomy.

"Run, run as hard as you can; let's see how many pages you can run."

After leaving the woman's bedroom, everything Wang Lin saw were empty prison cells.

After walking forward for a distance, he realized that the way ahead was a dead end, so he immediately stopped and turned back.

The woman was waiting at the very front, holding a red candle stand, her expression dark.

"Since you've entered the prison, how can you not sit in a cell?"

The woman waved her hand, the door of the cell beside Wang Lin opened, and a powerful force pushed Wang Lin into it.

"Hehehe..."

The woman walked to the door of the cell.

For the past few days, she had been like a mousetrap placed by the master beside the bed, and she had finally caught the mouse.

The woman squatted down, a chair appeared to receive her buttocks, a table appeared in front of her, and torture racks stood on both sides.

This was her old trade: helping the master interrogate prisoners.

"Which style of torture do you like?"

Wang Lin was not at all embarrassed or afraid; instead, he revealed a smile.

"Clack, clack!"

The closed cell door opened again, and chains appeared on the chair the woman was sitting on, binding her, while the torture racks all shifted to the other side; the interrogator and the tortured swapped roles.

The woman looked at him coldly, not at all panicked by this situation of the guest usurping the host's role.

She even stiffened her neck and deliberately provoked him:

"Come on, you can torture me as much as you want; I will never betray the master. I want to use your hands to show my loyalty to the master."

Wang Lin did not torture the woman; he simply walked to the table, picked up a brush, and wrote a short apology letter on the prison wall.

"The behavior was abrupt, truly out of curiosity; knowing I was rude, I cut off my thoughts and soul!"

After writing, Wang Lin reached out and slapped his own forehead.

He began to dissolve and dissipate.

The woman's restraints disappeared; she stood up, sniffed with her nose, and revealed a greedy look.

This fellow is extremely eerie and mysterious, yet the soul power left behind after he dissipated himself is so pure and profound.

In reality.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."

Wang Lin, sleeping in the bedding, coughed several times; before the sticky, fishy blood could be spat out, he forcibly swallowed it back down.

He turned onto his side, changed his posture, and went back to sleeping soundly.

Inside the tent.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan sat there with the "Wordless Book" on his lap.