Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 280

Li Zhuiyuan ignored Zhao Yi's demanding gaze and pulled his hand away.

He stood up, walked to the side and sat down, put the backpack in front of him as a desk, took out paper and pen and started to draw.

Zhao Yi's hand was suspended in the air, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

How could I be so naive as to seek comfort from this young boy?

No, from the other person's perspective, the attitude I just showed seemed stupid, didn't it?

Perhaps, he still saved face for himself and restrained himself from showing disgust.

With his head lowered and his hands hanging down, Zhao Yi looked at the ground beneath his feet. He could hear his heartbeat that had not yet calmed down, and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

Lighting a lamp and walking on the river, putting life and death aside, this is not empty talk.

Those who can face life and death are no longer ordinary people. The more times they face it, the more they will get used to it and become numb.

But Zhao Yi really died just now.

It's not like he was walking on the edge of hell. If that were the case, he would not be afraid but would feel excited and satisfied.

From a light tick in the book of life and death to the peach blossom on your chest withering and falling, although it is only a moment, what you experience is a nearly permanent loneliness and decadence.

If I hadn't "come back to life", I would have been dead, but just because I "came back to life", I would have to endure that damn aftertaste!
Runsheng stood in the distance, leaning on a Yellow River shovel. He had been preparing for defense seriously, but he did not expect that the attack would unfold in that form.

The non-staff captain was just joking. No one would really think that Zhao Yi was not strong enough, but even he could not withstand this incense.

Fortunately, he took it on in advance. If it were anyone else, there would be no chance of survival at all.

In fact, everyone knew that Zhao Yi was acting as a shield for everyone except Xiaoyuan and Mengmeng.

The Liang sisters came over. They were not in a hurry to check on Zhao Yi's condition, but wanted to ask the young man whether their leader could survive the next two incense sticks.

They felt very uneasy and wanted a clearer answer.

Zhao Yi, who was feeling depressed, showed a hint of anger and impatience on his face.

He wanted to take advantage of this time to be quiet, negative or decadent, and take this rare opportunity to indulge in some emotional luxury, but the twins forced him to raise his heads at this moment.

What’s the point of asking someone with the surname Li?
There is no reason for him not to help himself wholeheartedly to block the next two incense sticks. If he can't hold on, the third incense stick may randomly choose one of his subordinates.

Asking questions at this time will not help the situation at all, it is just a meaningless emotional outburst.

When the Liang sisters walked past him, Zhao Yi grabbed their hands.

He raised his head, and all the negative expressions from before were gone, replaced by disguised depression and a little bit of free and easy attitude.

"I'm fine, don't disturb him, just listen."

The Liang sisters looked at each other and gave up asking. Then they turned around and planned to sit next to Zhao Yi to show that they were by his side, willing to accompany him and give him confidence and encouragement.

There was a hint of anger in the depths of Zhao Yi's eyes.

He knew that although the two sisters were a little eccentric in their behavior and liked to show off their personalities, they also knew what was important and where they stood.

What they did was really right.

But at this moment, he really didn't need this kind of useless concern. Their behavior not only failed to have any beneficial effect on him, but also distracted him from taking care of their emotions.

Sometimes, the care and love that you think are good for you actually make you suffer and irritate.

Zhao Yi wanted to curse, to get angry, to tell them both to get lost, and to be quiet and empty for a while, but all he could show was a forced "natural smile":
"Let me think about it alone for a while. I still have a lot of obstacles to overcome."

Upon hearing this, the Liang sisters did not continue to sit down, but walked away.

Zhao Yi was finally able to lower his head again, gritting his teeth, his eyes wild and his expression distorted.

He didn't know whether it was because his emotions were interrupted in the middle, or because the lingering fear of death was still spreading, but in any case, he felt worse now than before.

Tan Wenbin shifted his gaze away from Zhao Yi, lit a cigarette, and looked at the beautiful scenery outside.

With his left hand, he touched the side pocket of his backpack, where the incense was placed.

He had already decided that if Zhao Yi couldn't hold on and died completely in the next stick of incense, then for the third stick of incense, he would follow Zhao Yi's previous behavior and take the initiative to take it.

If people must die, then they have to be filled in.

While blowing out smoke rings, Tan Wenbin pretended to look casually at the Liang sisters over there.

It’s not that he hasn’t considered taking the lives of the Liang sisters to pay for it. He is not a Bodhisattva. Well, Bodhisattva seems to be more cruel.

It is always better to use the life of an outsider than to choose from among your own people.

But it seems that you have to take the initiative to accept it yourself. There is no way to force it. If your heart is not sincere and you don’t want it, the incense will not fall on your head.

In this case, there is no point in plotting against the Liang sisters.

Moreover, if Zhao Yi died, the Liang sisters' journey to the river would be declared over. They would most likely not choose to continue to avenge Zhao Yi, and would probably withdraw directly.

In this way, the only three people left to choose from for the third incense stick are myself, Runsheng and Ayou.

We are not allowed to vote among our own people, we cannot rank them based on seniority, nor can we rank them according to team values, and we cannot have Brother Xiaoyuan come out to make designations, as this will destroy the team atmosphere, so we have to take the initiative and be willing to sacrifice.

When he thought of this, Tan Wenbin's hand holding the cigarette began to tremble.

It’s not because I’m afraid, but rather I’m quite excited and even a little eager to try.

Lin Shuyou came over: "Brother Bin."

Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes at Lin Shuyou. This kid had ruined his own tragic and self-touching feeling.

"Ok?"

"This is the first time I've seen Three Eyes like this. Is death really that scary?"

"You can ask the boy. He died."

"I asked the boy, and he said it was different. After his death, his soul first turned into a fierce ghost and inherited his consciousness. He also said that the way Zhao Yi died just now was an extremely thorough demise."

Tan Wenbin blew out a smoke ring and said, "Then go ask the Three Eyes."

Lin Shuyou: "He doesn't seem to want to talk to anyone now. Just now, the Liang sisters..."

Tan Wenbin: “You are different.”

Lin Shuyou: "I..."

Li Zhuiyuan, who was drawing, stopped and looked at Zhao Yi.

Seeing Zhao Yi still sitting there digesting his emotions, the young man frowned slightly.

He knew that ordinary death was not that scary. It was just like falling asleep. Zhao Yi had just been removed from the Book of Life and Death and was cursed to death instantly, which was a form of torture.

But time is running out. According to the rhythm of the first incense stick, the phantom in official uniform will soon reappear. The countdown for the second incense stick has actually begun.

The boy wanted to help Zhao Yi survive, but Zhao Yi's current condition would reduce his survival rate.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shuyou who was standing there and talking to Tan Wenbin.

Lin Shuyou noticed Xiaoyuan's gaze and pointed at himself.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Zhao Yi again, then lowered his head and continued painting.

Tan Wenbin: "Look, Brother Xiaoyuan asked you to comfort Three Eyes."

Lin Shuyou: "But I don't know how to comfort her..."

Tan Wenbin: "The scenery here is nice. Go over and carry him on your back, take a walk here, enjoy the breeze, and see the scenery."

Lin Shuyou: “Ah?”

Tan Wenbin: "Forget it, you have a grudge against the Three Eyes after all."

Lin Shuyou: "It's okay to have a grudge, but I don't want him to die, and die in this way."

Tan Wenbin smiled. He actually always understood why Zhao Yi treated Ayou differently.

Lin Shuyou walked towards Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi noticed the footsteps coming towards him and instinctively felt disgusted.

But before he could look up or his emotions could change, his feet had left the ground and he was carried on the back.

Ayou said nothing, but started running with Three Eyes on his back.

At first, Zhao Yi was a little stunned, then speechless, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He was very familiar with Ayou's back. When they were in Yulong Snow Mountain, he spent almost the entire journey on Ayou's back.

The back of a young man is not very broad, but the muscles and bones of a martial artist are hard, so it can be quite painful.

But his back always gives people a sense of security, because you know that once he carries you on his back, he will never leave you behind.

Yin Meng, holding a plum in her mouth, walked to the side of Tan Wenbin and watched with him Lin Shuyou running wildly down the slope with Zhao Yi on his back.

Zhao Yi deliberately raised his body and loosened his hands.

Lin Shuyou was afraid that he would fall, so he had to use both hands to keep him pressed against his back.

"Oh!"

"Don't scream."

"I'm alive, I'm not dead!"

"Don't move, hold on tight!"

Yin Meng: "Ayou is really good at comforting people."

Tan Wenbin: "Ayou has matured a lot in recent years, but his basic character has not changed."

Yin Meng: "Do you want to eat plums?"

Tan Wenbin: “Eat.”

Yin Meng picked up a plum and handed it to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin didn't answer, but asked, "Are there any newly opened bags?"

Yin Meng: "I didn't make the plums, so why are you treating me like this now?"

Tan Wenbin: "Don't you see where we are heading?"

"Oh, that's right, I understand." Yin Meng took out an unopened package from her pocket and handed it to Tan Wenbin.

The Liang sisters also came over at this time. They looked at their leader who was shouting and laughing on the man's back and was completely different from before, and their eyes became a little complicated.

Tan Wenbin asked, "Would you like some plums?"

Liang Yan: “No.”

Liang Li: "It's already very sour."

Tan Wenbin: "Your leader has lacked a sense of security since he was a child."

Liang Yan: "Sense of security?"

Liang Li: "We are also short of him."

Tan Wenbin shook his head: "He could have asked you to light incense, but he didn't."

No one else can force these two sisters to light incense willingly, but Zhao Yi can, because they are his own subordinates, and he is very good at deceiving women.

The two sisters were silent.

Yin Meng spit out the core and glanced at Tan Wenbin. He was really busy shouting at the bow of his own boat. Not only did he have to maintain the atmosphere of his own team, but he also had to take on the part-time job of ideological construction for the neighboring team.

Tan Wenbin threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with his shoe. No matter what, Zhao Yi was helping him carry it now.

The movement below came to an abrupt halt.

Except for Li Zhuiyuan, everyone on the slope looked down.

Lin Shuyou carried Zhao Yi on his back and came to the small river at the bottom of the slope.

His idea is simple: playing with water and splashing water can make people happier.

Then, the figure in official uniform appeared in the water.

He was only two meters away from them, with his head lowered, holding the incense burner. There were only two incense sticks left in the burner, and the shorter one had burned one third.

After a while, the figure disappeared in front of him.

Lin Shuyou asked very bluntly: "Three Eyes, you are going to die again."

Zhao Yi: “Yes.”

Lin Shuyou: "Then go to hell."

Zhao Yi: "It's too early for you to say that. I still have some time, enough for me to write several suicide notes. Are you afraid?"

For the first time, Lin Shuyou didn't get embarrassed, but just walked back silently with Zhao Yi on his back.

Zhao Yi: "Boy, can you stop being so tragic? Are you the one who comforts me, or am I the one who comforts you?"

Lin Shuyou: “It doesn’t matter.”

Zhao Yi: "Okay."

Lin Shuyou originally planned to carry Zhao Yi back to his original position, but at Zhao Yi's request, he carried him in front of Brother Xiaoyuan.

Zhao Yi rubbed his wrist, then touched his heart, and said in surprise:
"Hey, there have been some changes in my life and death gap."

The crack in the door of life and death, stimulated by the real transformation of life and death, has become different from the past.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Now is not the time to think about the harvest. If we die, everything will be in vain."

Zhao Yi calmed himself down. After a while, he opened his hands and looked at his palm lines. Then he placed his hands on his face and felt his bones.

"It seems like something was left inside my body. I need some time to carefully investigate what it is."

"Then what were you daydreaming about just now?"

"Not everyone with the surname Li is like you, who can be so heartless and desireless."

Li Zhuiyuan looked up at Zhao Yi, then lowered his head, crumpled all the papers in front of him into a ball, put a piece of yellow paper in the middle, and set all the papers on fire after they spontaneously combusted.

"Stop!" Zhao Yi quickly bent down, unwilling to step on it with his feet, and directly put out the flames with his hands, "Is it okay if I am wrong? I shouldn't have said that to you!"

Thanks to timely rescue, although the corners were burned, most of the paintings on them were preserved.

The person in each painting is myself. Various lines appear on my body, and a common feature is that there is a black spot between my eyebrows.

Zhao Yi immediately closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and the gap between life and death opened at a speed that was beyond Zhao Yi's expectations.

But Zhao Yi didn't care about these things at the moment. He just raised his hands, and a black mark appeared between his eyebrows. No specific pattern could be seen, it looked like a drop of ink, exactly the same as the one drawn by the young man.

"What is this?" Zhao Yi rubbed his right hand and calculated with his left hand, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Puppet Seal, the underworld calls it 'Resurrection of the Dead'."

Zhao Yi: "You've seen it a long time ago?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "In fact, you can see it very early."

"I can't get rid of it. It's like it's recognized me. This shouldn't be possible. How could it stay on me in such a short time? And..."

Zhao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly and he began to urge it. The black spot between his eyebrows kept getting darker and lighter, as if it was flickering.

"…There is a connection, a strong connection. How did they do that? It's impossible."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The Book of Life and Death."

Zhao Yi: "But my name has been crossed out."

Li Zhuiyuan: "But you are not dead."

Zhao Yi: "How can the response be so obvious? It's as if they deliberately targeted me and tied me up to death. Is my name the only one recorded in the Book of Life and Death?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You are inconspicuous among a bunch of names, but the one who is blacked out becomes the most eye-catching one."

Zhao Yi: "So, the next incense stick is a puppet? You want to turn me into a puppet?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Originally, I couldn't guess it, I could only choose randomly by the process of elimination, but you died and came back to life, and you actually determined the form of the second incense stick."

Zhao Yi continued to flip through the paintings. All of them were the solutions to the problem that the boy had deduced earlier. Thinking back to the boy's previous act of burning paper, it was obvious that he was not angry because of his teasing.

"No, Mr. Li, you have made so many deductions, but all of them failed?"

"Ah."

"What are you doing!"

"Ok?"

"Aren't you capable? Aren't you powerful? But now you know what I'm going to face, but you can't figure out a way to break the impasse?
Also, I think these methods of drawing on paper are all good, can't we give them a try?"

"You'll die if you try. There's no point."

"you……"

"Have you forgotten how quickly everything happened when the first stick of incense burned out?"

"remember."

"When everything can be done instantly, no matter how much preparation is done in advance, it will seem pale. In addition, if someone is hit by this puppet technique, there is still a chance to remedy the situation.

Control your limbs in advance, seal your consciousness, even if you become a puppet and are controlled, you can still confront the opponent.

But because of the crack in the gate of life and death, I am not sure I can seal your consciousness, and you may not be able to do it yourself.

And if you are under control and the other party orders you to commit suicide, even if you cannot move your limbs, you still have many options to complete your suicide.

In short, after my deduction, if we follow the strength of the first incense stick, the preparation in advance will become useless, and it will be too late to remedy the situation afterwards. "

Zhao Yi: "Another dead end? Is he that powerful?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's not him, it's them. Didn't we confirm that there are six of them?"

Zhao Yi: "But this is too outrageous. In this way, they can kill whoever they want and make whoever they want die?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "If the King of Hell tells you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who dares to keep you alive until five o'clock? Isn't that very appropriate?"

The young man paused and continued, "In addition, we must not fall into a misunderstanding. They cannot leave Fengdu, but the strength of the magic they practiced has not decreased because of this. Moreover, there are six people standing behind them. The strength of this magic... has long exceeded the standard.

This gap is that they look at us just like we look at ordinary people.

We have countless ways to make an ordinary person die irresistibly and quietly.

They do the same to us.”

Zhao Yi: "Then why go to Fengdu? The gap is so big?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It wasn't my initiative to go there."

Zhao Yi: "I mean, what's the point of going to Fengdu?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, the gap is so big, but they still prevent us from going to Fengdu. Isn't it even more strange?"

Zhao Yi: "Oh, that's enough. I can't see it anymore. When you see it, hehe, don't forget to tell me during the family sacrifice..."

Li Zhuiyuan: “The deduction failed, but we found the method.”

Zhao Yi: "...My son." Li Zhuiyuan stood up and looked at the discarded papers in Zhao Yi's hand. "When the gap in strength is too big, simple deduction will not work. No matter how good the ants are, they can never be a match for humans."

Zhao Yi: "Brother, can we be more specific?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you remember how you survived your first incense stick?"

Zhao Yi: "I should have been thick-skinned and asked for one more."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It helped you block this curse. You know very well that even if it is willing to give you another flower, it will not give you a second flower to the same person... And it is precisely because of your special characteristics that the flower can really work."

Zhao Yi touched his nose and said slowly: "I seem to understand your thoughts. Instead of working on the method, why not..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why not just find someone with a high destiny and let him help you."

Zhao Yi: "Damn it, the spirits of my Zhao family ancestors are not in me. If I had known that I would split up the family, I should have secretly dug up my own ancestral grave."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Is he not here?”

"You said it?"

Zhao Yi flipped his hand, and a string of copper coins fell into his palm. He swung it and it turned into a sword in an instant.

Li Zhuiyuan: "This is Zhao Wuyang's sword. It not only has the blood stains left by Zhao Wuyang when he slew demons, but also Zhao Wuyang's spirit."

Zhao Yi: "But the ancestor is dead, unlike the one under the peach forest who is still alive. Even if this sword was used by the ancestor and has traces of the ancestor, if the ancestor did not personally inspire it, where did this fate come from?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I can be your ancestor."

Zhao Yi: “Hmm?”

Li Zhuiyuan: "I have a way to disguise Zhao Wuyang's aura. Although it's not much, I think it should be enough."

When using the Twelve Decrees of Fengdu, in order to enhance the power of the spells, Li Zhuiyuan would use the Liu family's Qi-Watching Technique to disguise himself with some of the aura of the emperor.

He is the descendant of the great emperor, so he can pretend to be so.

Similarly, thanks to Zhao Yi's constant practice of teaching him the Zhao family's martial arts some time ago, Li Zhuiyuan also learned the Zhao family's heritage, that is, the heritage left by Zhao Wuyang.

And if nothing unexpected happens, he should get more than most people with the surname Zhao.

Zhao Yi: "How else do you need my cooperation?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Well, I need you to give me..."

Zhao Yi: "Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I'll give it to you!"

Li Zhuiyuan:
"Give me a bow."

……

The development of the matter has exceeded the imagination of the others present.

When there are two extremely smart people present, they can solve most problems by thinking on their own. Others, even if they bring their brains, can only be a burden.

For example, now, no one understands why this is happening?

Runsheng was asked to take out the simple small altar table with pre-prepared meals from his backpack.

After lighting the incense and candles, Li Zhuiyuan sat behind the altar, while Zhao Yi stood in front of it. They first performed the Zhao family's etiquette for the young man, then knelt down and began to kowtow, shouting:
"Ancestors, please accept the courtesy of your descendants!"

Li Zhuiyuan sat upright and Zhao Yi kowtowed meticulously.

The ceremony is over.

Zhao Yi stood up, and Li Zhuiyuan felt his eyelids tremble slightly.

Zhao Yi was one of the very few people in the clan who could read Zhao Wuyang's notes. Therefore, given Zhao Yi's identity and his extremely "close" relationship with his ancestor Zhao Wuyang, outsiders would have to worry about not being able to enjoy the worship he offered them.

Fortunately, Li Zhuiyuan's official status was prominent enough to suppress the situation.

In order to survive and to cross the river, it is just a set of empty formalities and no one will feel uncomfortable with it.

Zhao Yi: "Surname Li..."

Li Zhuiyuan raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi immediately lowered his head and bowed, saying, "Ancestor, now it's up to you."

The show hasn't started yet, but the atmosphere has to keep getting hotter until it opens.

Li Zhuiyuan needs Zhao Yi to provide him with a higher level of legality, so that at the critical moment, he can better disguise himself as Zhao Wuyang.

The young man waved to Zhao Yi, who immediately trotted over and presented him the copper coin sword.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and pointed at Zhao Yi's chest.

Zhao Yi understood, took the sword apart, and stuck all the copper coins on his heart.

Li Zhuiyuan reminded: "This method can only be used once, and the price of your life is that you will never be able to sense Zhao Wuyang's spirit again if he stays."

Zhao Yi said unconcernedly, "The ancestor has already walked his path. Next, I should walk my own path. You... don't you have any spirits left in your family?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "There is one more thing. If you are not dead in the second incense stick, then the third incense stick will be basically determined."

Zhao Yi: "They will finish it in the safest way."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Yes.”

The first stick of incense is the curse of the Book of Life and Death, and the second stick of incense is the puppet technique of bringing the dead back to life, both of which are high-end and mysterious things.

It was very similar to what happened back then when Grandma Liu, at home in Nantong, used a sword to stir up feng shui and destroyed the inheritance of a Taoist temple in Dujiangyan.

Although this method is refreshing and has a sense of superiority, it is prone to accidents and cannot be completely eliminated in time.

When Li Zhuiyuan and others entered the Taoist temple, there were still people alive inside.

For the six people who set up the trap behind the scenes, it was impossible for them to allow themselves to fail to kill even one person after making such a plan.

The fact that the first two sticks of incense produced no results was the last limit to how they could maintain their dignity. So it was obvious what the third stick of incense would be.

Zhao Yi: "We need to find a carrier, right? The judge, ghost commander and ghost general on the beach that night all descended in that way."

Li Zhuiyuan looked around: "Well, so, you really chose a good place."

Zhao Yi: "When Ah You carried me down there just now, I didn't look closely, but I could sense that this place has good feng shui. There should be a tomb there."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I have previously observed from a high place. With my feet as the center, there are twelve tombs within a radius of three miles, two of which are high-quality tombs."

A lucky cave is a treasure, which is equivalent to the most prime location in the city today. Everyone wants to squeeze in here and invest in property.

It is normal for a good grave to be chosen by multiple burial sites.

Truly outstanding caves like the Beimang Mountain have, throughout history, been squeezed into shared rental housing or even pigeon towers.

Zhao Yi: "I didn't think of this at first. I remember you... Ancestor teased me when we got off the car. Could it be that you thought of this at that time?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I am not a deity."

Zhao Yi: "Huh, you scared me."

Li Zhuiyuan: "But at the time I did feel that it would be inappropriate to stop at a place where there might be a large tomb."

Zhao Yi: "Then, ancestor, you won't let me move to another place? We can still do it now."

Li Zhuiyuan: "No need for that. The threat still needs to be placed in a visible place. I will set up the formation later to target the things that may pop up in those two high-level tombs.

If they really move to a place that looks absolutely clean, I really don’t know what they will rub out underground.”

Zhao Yi: "The third incense stick is the most difficult."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I will do my best to help you block it. I won't let them die for you, but I can accept playing all my cards."

Zhao Yi: "It's OK. I can feel your great kindness, ancestor."

Young Master Zhao knew very well that Mr. Li was willing to do this, which was really impeccable.

This is a bet that after these three incense sticks are over, there will be no more trouble on the road to Fengdu, so that the subordinates will have time to recover and heal their wounds. Otherwise, a group of old, weak and sick people riding in the car may be killed accidentally if they are not careful.

Li Zhuiyuan reminded: "Wait until the second incense stick has passed before you go and comfort the two sisters."

My people will not be willing to risk their lives for you, but you can do whatever you want with your people.

Zhao Yi: "Just do your best."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Are you retreating to advance?"

When playing the emotional card at this time, be careful not to use too much force. Giving them freedom and considering their own interests may make them wholeheartedly fight for you.

Zhao Yi: "Fuck you... Ancestor, I have a change of heart."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Oh.”

Zhao Yi: "Look, ancestor, I didn't trick them into lighting incense for me. Look at me, how much I have changed. I want to build my own team and become a good person, really."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You are trying to take advantage of the situation. In fact, you have already gained a lot. It's just that you didn't expect it to come so violently."

Zhao Yi: "My ancestors wronged me."

At this time, the shadow of the official uniform appeared again, and only one third of the second incense stick in the incense burner remained.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up deliberately and moved closer, almost face to face with the shadow in the official robe, and watched the burning of the incense stick carefully.

The young man was calculating the time, because only if he successfully launched the attack at that moment could Zhao Yi have a chance to survive. A little earlier or later would not work.

The shadow of the official robe disappeared.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't like the feeling of coming and going without a trace, and almost makes it clear that he wants to target you, but you are powerless to do anything about it and can only passively endure it.

Zhao Yi deliberately teased: "Ancestor, do you need me to massage your legs and shoulders?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Just lie there."

Zhao Yi: "Okay."

Zhao Yi found a flat place and lay down.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the paper and pen again, ready to seize the time to draw the formation diagram so that Tan Wenbin and others could help him set it up.

According to normal thinking, the formation should target the two high-standard tombs. It would be best if the formation could take effect on the opponent as soon as they come out.

But if it is arranged like this, the power of the formation will be greatly reduced. Li Zhuiyuan also feels that with the strength of the third incense stick, it will not give him the opportunity to be indecisive.

Well, choose one of the two, only target one place, and only bet on this tomb.

He felt his pockets but found no coins. Not wanting to ask for any, Li Zhuiyuan simply took out his small compass.

The two high-standard tombs happened to be located on the east and west sides.

After setting up the compass, the boy put his finger on the needle and pushed it with a little force, and the needle moved quickly.

After stopping, point steadily to the west.

Is it that one? Then this one.

Li Zhuiyuan put down the compass and picked up the pen to draw the formation diagram, but when the tip of the pen was about to touch the paper, the boy looked down at the compass again.

His compass has errors.

Following the direction after error correction, Li Zhuiyuan stood up and observed, and found that there was a small tomb in this direction.

Generally speaking, people buried in high-standard tombs have higher status and are more likely to accumulate cause and effect. After death, whether they become zombies or just fall dead, they tend to be more powerful.

After hesitating for a while, Li Zhuiyuan made the final choice. He ignored the two high-standard tombs and focused his formation on the small tomb.

Since it's all about luck, then believe in your current fortune.

The drawings were completed, but because of time constraints, they were a bit sloppy when they were finalized, but Tan Wenbin should be able to understand them.

"Brother Binbin."

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyuan."

"This is for you, assign and arrange it."

"understand!"

Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Zhao Yi who was lying next to him and encouraged him, "Come on, brother."

Zhao Yi: "It's okay. I believe in my ancestors."

Tan Wenbin: "Well, don't worry, your ancestor will definitely not let you down. After all, your ancestor is my brother."

Zhao Yi: "No, you are still interested in coming over and saying something sarcastic at this time?"

Tan Wenbin: "Aren't you afraid that if you miss it, you will miss the chance? Do you want me to organize everyone to line up and pay tribute to you while you are still alive?"

Zhao Yi: "Of course, don't just observe a moment of silence. According to the village's funeral rules, you have to kowtow."

Tan Wenbin: "It is not reasonable for an elder to kowtow to a younger person."

When Brother Xiaoyuan handed him the blueprint, Tan Wenbin knew that Zhao Yi would definitely be able to hold on for the second incense stick, because this formation was definitely not set up for the second incense stick, and he would not have enough time at all.

Tan Wenbin went to do the subcontracting, and even the Liang sisters were called over by Tan Wenbin to be assigned tasks.

In terms of understanding of formations, these two sisters are actually much better than himself and others. They can use formations to assist and amplify in battle.

The Liang sisters looked at Zhao Yi who was lying there.

Tan Wenbin said, "Just do your work first, it's okay. If you keep staring at him, not only will it make you uncomfortable, it will also affect his mentality."

The Liang sisters did not hesitate any longer and took the formation diagram to plant the flags.

Only Li Zhuiyuan was left beside Zhao Yi, and the rest had gone to the middle of the slope, far away.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you find it lonely?"

Zhao Yi reached out and touched the copper coin sword on his chest: "Only be down-to-earth."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded and closed his eyes.

Zhao Yi also closed his eyes.

The short period of time was divided into extremely rich pieces at this moment, and every breath could be felt from the beginning to the end.

Finally, the shadow of the official robe appeared again.

This time, it stood on the other side of Zhao Yi.

The incense in the furnace is almost burned out.

Based on last experience, there is still very little time.

"Buzz!"

The sound of incense being extinguished.

The ink spot on Zhao Yi's forehead appeared, and the frightening blackness almost instantly permeated Zhao Yi's entire body.

Zhao Yi had no ability to resist and lost control of his body. His mouth opened, his muscles trembled, his veins were ready, and even his heart was ready to beat for the last time to greet the crispest explosion that was to come.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes.

The power of Feng Shui quickly surrounds the body.

At this moment, what emerged in the boy's mind was the stone tablet behind the temple in the mountains. The words on the stone tablet clearly stated that this sword was left to the descendants of the Zhao family to eliminate demons and defend the way of righteousness.

But when he, who was not a descendant of the Zhao family, approached, the stone tablet still cracked and bestowed this extremely precious copper coin sword on himself.

Perhaps it was because there were so many tablets of the Dragon King in his family courtyard, and he had experienced many traces left by the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families in his early years. Therefore, in some aspects, the boy could actually empathize with the Dragon King more.

Zhao's basic technique was put into practice, and the young man raised his chin and spread his hands with his palms facing downward.

In front of him, there seemed to be a series of mountains, all towering into the clouds and making people despair. They were the brilliant people of that generation who stood in front of Zhao Wuyang.

He identified with them, admired them, and believed that they were indeed better than himself, but his steps did not stop because of this. Instead, he continued to move forward firmly.

Some mountains collapse on their own;

Some mountains are mirages;
Some mountains were climbed by him.

Until the end, he became the tallest and most majestic mountain in the eyes of everyone of the generation behind him.

Born in a humble family, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and has a broad mind and is fearless. This is Zhao Wuyang!
At this moment, although he was pretending to be Zhao Wuyang, Li Zhuiyuan felt comforted in his heart. Fengdu, the Emperor, and even any one of the six people who took action this time were all towering mountains to him.

But this mountain is only in the present moment.

I can continue to move forward, but it can only stay where it is and cannot move.

It's scary, but in the end, that's all it can be.

Zhao Yi's body bent up, and his suicide entered the final stage.

Li Zhuiyuan's palm fell, and he said in a deep voice:

"break!"

The copper coins placed on Zhao Yi's chest were instantly strung together into a sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Zhao Yi's heart.

"Snapped!"

The thick black color seemed to be pierced, and the remaining despairing black all swarmed towards the copper coin sword.

The copper coin sword first turned black, then became brittle, and finally... completely turned into powder. Before it could fall to the ground and gather into pieces, it was blown away by the wind without a trace.

Li Zhuiyuan felt a tightness in his chest, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered back several steps before he managed to steady himself with difficulty.

Zhao Yi woke up slowly.

He once again experienced the feeling of death, but this time, he got rid of the emotion very quickly, not because he was familiar with it, but because when he sat up, he found that the copper coin... was gone.

It was all gone, not a penny was left for him, not a single cent was left, not a single slag or even a speck of ash was left!
This is the most precious relic of his ancestors, which he exchanged for with the Zhao family treasure house. But the sword hasn't even warmed up in his hands yet.

"First...Brother Xiaoyuan, there is something I think I need to discuss with you again."

"No need to discuss."

"You can't do this, Mr. Li!"

Li Zhuiyuan swallowed the blood in his mouth, then opened a can of Jianlibao and drank it.

Zhao Yi slapped the ground with both hands and said unwillingly:

"You know, this will make me look stupid. I didn't get anything, and it was all for nothing..."

"To save your life."

"But even if I don't exchange with you, even if the sword is still in your hand, you will still use it to save my life. You won't be reluctant and you won't even hesitate."

"Yeah, indeed."

"So, ancestor, can you..."

Li Zhuiyuan put down the can of beverage and said to Zhao Yi seriously:

"Zhao Yi, between you and me, there is not only a grudge for stealing the sword, but also a grudge for destroying the sword.

Although I come from a poor family, I will not accept such humiliation from you!
Today, I, Li Zhuiyuan, swear to heaven:
I will definitely settle this account with you, Jiujiang Zhao, in the future!"

Zhao Yi: “…”

(End of this chapter)