Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 283

Li Zhuiyuan pushed away layer after layer of the gray fog. It was still thin at first, but became thicker and thicker as he went deeper into the fog. In the end, pus would flow out with the slightest touch.

After completely penetrating, there was an arc-shaped area of ​​darkness in front.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and lightning illuminated the area, briefly revealing a courtyard with a pond and the tomb owner sitting under the eaves.

He is now younger than he was in the coffin after death, but in terms of his condition, although he is still alive, there is no difference between him and when he was dead.

The skin was pale, and he sat there motionless, his eyes were not closed but had no luster. In short, he was a more refined and undecayed walking corpse.

Since he was born, he has been treated by the ghosts as an inn where they can "stay" at any time. This frequent possession not only impacts his body, but also crushes his spirit.

To put it bluntly, the prostitutes and pimps in brothels live with more dignity than he does.

If he had an ordinary temperament, it would be fine. He could give up early and completely eliminate his ego, and live a liberated life. But unfortunately, he was actually a very tough person at heart.

People with this kind of face generally don't live to the age of ten, but he was able to live to his early twenties, more than twice as long. However, this tenacity did not bring him happiness after suffering, but instead brought him even longer periods of pain and torture.

Li Zhuiyuan walked around the pond and came in front of him.

The spirits in ordinary corpses often show varying degrees of damage, and can even be described as extremely weak. At this time, Li Zhuiyuan often needs to replenish their spirits himself.

But the man in front of me, even after so long since being buried, his spirit is still very complete.

In theory, this is a good thing, but everything has its limits. This means that although he is dead, he still retains his complete memory. If one wants to "cheat" him, even if one modifies his memory, one has to take into account the long process before and after, which makes it even more difficult.

Li Zhuiyuan placed his hand in front of him and waved it, then called out twice, but as expected, he did not respond.

It seemed that in his "view", Li Zhuiyuan was just another evil spirit trying to take over his body.

This is indeed the case.

The boy chose to walk out. His time was very tight and he couldn't afford to waste it.

In reality, the three people who descended into the body of the tomb owner broke the rules, but also continued the rules. When a new balance was established, the opponent's attention was instead focused on the "four people" in front of them.

This is equivalent to giving Li Zhuiyuan the opportunity to dare to expose the dark side.

But the boy is now under tremendous pressure and heavy burden. On the one hand, he has to maintain the current situation, on the other hand, he has to secretly practice the secret technique of the Black Book. Therefore, the boy must see results in the shortest possible time.

It was too late to completely modify the tomb owner's memory, so Li Zhuiyuan planned to achieve resonance with him.

He himself is definitely not suitable, but there is one person who has a similar experience.

Li Zhuiyuan returned to the gray fog and his appearance changed rapidly, turning into... Zhao Yi.

He walked out of the fog again, entered the courtyard filled with thunder and lightning, and sat down in front of the tomb owner.

"Zhao Yi" began to shrink, changing from an adult to a baby, and images of "parents", "clan elders", etc. kept appearing around him.

As an infant, "Zhao Yi" endured the excruciating pain brought by the attack of the gate of life and death, and stretched out his little hands in an attempt to get warmth and comfort, but what he got was the dissatisfaction and hatred of his "parents", and the cold and calculating eyes of the clan elders who regarded his success as a tiny probability.

Zhao Yi would occasionally mention his past in a joking tone, and Li Zhuiyuan had never had an in-depth discussion with Zhao Yi about each other's childhood.

After all, neither of them liked their childhood very much.

But with the "topic keywords", Li Zhuiyuan can still easily complete and fill in the information about "Zhao Yi's past".

While displaying the relics, Li Zhuiyuan was also observing the reaction of the tomb owner.

The tomb owner...didn't respond.

This made Li Zhuiyuan start to correct himself. Pure "tragic empathy" seemed to be very effective, but for an existence like the tomb owner, it would still be too bland.

The young man immediately adjusted his plan. Previously, in order to emphasize Zhao Yi's miserable past, he deliberately removed the character of "Old Tiantou".

If you want to be miserable, be completely miserable. Don't try to create any hope or warmth. That would be extreme.

But without the embellishment of warmth, how can we highlight the difficulty of those years?
It's a bit like using movement to contrast with stillness.

In the new round of presentations, the image of Old Tiantou appeared. When the whole family was watching coldly to see when Zhao Yi would die, only this servant from another family accompanied the young master in playing, worked hard to stay by his bedside, and then carried him out on his back to watch the children outside play.

As the image of Lao Tiantou gradually unfolded, the tomb owner began to show emotional fluctuations.

Here, things are no longer static. Beside the tomb owner, a gentle woman appears. She holds the tomb owner in her arms, tears streaming down her face like pearls falling from a string.

This is his mother.

She gave birth to her own child, and then witnessed her child's "suffering from illness" all the way. She never gave up and always stayed with her.

Perhaps, this is the reason why the tomb owner can hold on and continue this desperate life.

As the scene changed, white banners appeared all around, paper money was raised, and the tomb owner's mother died of illness.

The departure of his mother made the tomb owner lose the meaning of continuing to live, and he closed his eyes.

Although what is presented here is the past of "Zhao Yi" and the tomb owner, Li Zhuiyuan, as a bystander, was still touched.

It was only after arriving in Nantong that Li Zhuiyuan came into contact with Xuanmen and opened the door to another world.

But there is one point that cannot be ignored, that is, until he returned to Nantong and met his grandfather and his gang, Li Zhuiyuan never felt that there was anything missing in his life, nor did he feel that there was anything wrong with his life.

Because you have never had it or even felt it, you don’t feel that you are missing anything.

Sometimes, people don’t live simply for themselves. Your existence itself is an indispensable value in the lives of other people.

Even if it does not exist at the moment, it is this process of searching, discovering and establishing that gives meaning to the length of life.

The boy looked up. Other people's stories had left traces in his heart, and he was trying clumsily to capture and record them.

When he came to his senses, he found that the tomb owner was no longer sitting but standing in front of him.

Even Li Zhuiyuan was not sure whether it was Zhao Yi's story or his own empathy that successfully triggered him.

This was a genius, a buried genius. Even after so many years of his death, his corpse was still able to withstand the simultaneous arrival of three such beings, which was enough to show his talent.

If he were still alive, he would actually be qualified to sit down and chat with himself and Zhao Yi.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you regret it?"

The tomb owner was silent.

The young man knew that it was actually the genius himself who buried the genius. External factors did have an impact, but they were not the main reason.

Zhao Yi's childhood experiences were even more painful than his, but Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and persevered. Admittedly, the tomb owner's family could not be compared with the behemoth like Jiujiang Zhao, but the evil spirits that befell him again and again were enough to make him intercept a lot of things. He just didn't choose to face the difficulties and dig the hard frozen soil above his head with his bloody hands.

The tomb owner said, "I regret it."

When answering, he looked at "Zhao Yi" who was still performing.

The torturous stage of his childhood has ended, but Li Zhuiyuan did not call for a stop. The current "Zhao Yi" has entered a stage of high spirits and is regarded by the family as the hope of recreating the Dragon King in the future.

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's a pity that you are already dead. You don't have the chance to start over."

Tomb owner: “Yes.”

Li Zhuiyuan: "But since he's already dead, I can still lose my temper."

The tomb owner smiled.

Li Zhuiyuan: "The ghost messengers in the past were all small fish and shrimps. The ones on your body this time are three big ones. They are good targets for revenge."

Tomb owner: “Yes.”

The next moment, Li Zhuiyuan realized that the tomb owner was completely "controlled" by him.

This was the most special experience the boy had ever had since he learned how to use the black book secret technique.

Rather than saying it is "control", it is better to say that it is another way of unfolding the red line. The tomb owner's consciousness is not dominated by himself, but he is cooperating with his own instructions and working together.

Wei Zhengdao's black book secret technique emphasizes a kind of domineering power. All things have spirits and can be controlled by me.

Li Zhuiyuan vaguely felt that this time he seemed to have found a new development direction for this secret technique.

For him now, it doesn’t matter whether he controls ordinary corpses or even those that have fallen dead, because they can’t withstand Runsheng’s shovel anyway.

As for those corpses that were powerful in life, instead of forcibly destroying and reconstructing them, turning them into puppets in one's hands and causing them to lose many of their abilities in life, it is better to take another approach, "awakening" them while giving them a certain degree of freedom.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't think he was daydreaming. It was not surprising that he could improve the black book secret technique.

Because when Wei Zhengdao created this secret method, he was still in the "sick" stage and had not yet started to treat himself.

In this regard, he is definitely ahead of Wei Zhengdao of the same period.

In the reality outside, Mengmeng's poison tank is almost used up, and she has to recover her consciousness to deal with the next situation.

Li Zhuiyuan was about to leave, but as soon as he reached the gray fog, he stopped, turned back, looked at the tomb owner, and asked:

"You are learning the law quickly, are you fast?"

"do not know."

He has never gotten started and has no foundation.

"Who chose this tomb for you?"

"I chose it myself when I was alive."

"Why did you choose this place?"

"Besides me, my mother also has brothers and sisters. Besides, my family has raised a useless person like me for more than 20 years. I hope they can all live a better life in the future."

"You misunderstood me. What I was asking was, why did you choose to be buried here?"

"Feel."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

Being possessed by the evil spirit for a long time did not mean that he had lost everything. He had seen a lot and had experienced a lot from the first-person perspective.

This is equivalent to that he has been attending classes in the classroom, but he does not have a degree certificate and does not participate in the examinations and results.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Then I will teach you a technique and see if you can learn it quickly."

Tomb owner: "I will do whatever you do."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's different. I can't do this magic with you, because by then, I might have lost contact with you."

Tomb owner: "What about those three?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "A huge surprise."

Tomb owner: "Okay, I'll learn."

In reality outside, before Yin Meng's last batch of poison canisters ran out, Li Zhuiyuan told her in her heart that after the next round of attack, she should retreat and let Zhao Yi take over, and then she would prepare for the sacrifice.

During the next period of time when I learn magic, I will have to rely on exploiting Brother Binbin to achieve my goal.

The short study time is over.

Li Zhuiyuan: “You learned it.”

The tomb owner nodded, put down his hands, and smiled:
"I am looking forward."

……

in reality.

The black lines under the tomb owner's feet shattered, blocking the three people's way to leave.

Li Zhuiyuan deliberately chose the right time, when the three incense sticks had expired and they were about to leave.

It won't be any earlier. We can't force them into a hurry, otherwise they will be injured and pay a price, but everyone present will die.

They make the rules. As the weaker party, before you are able to break the rules, you have to try to be more familiar with the rules than the stronger party.

Of course, while being familiar with the rules, you also have to keep a clear head. Due to inertia, it is easy to naively think that the rules will never change.

Their reactions came out.

Three lights of different colors flowed from the tomb owner's body, namely red, black and white.

The red light immediately cut off the connection between Li Zhuiyuan and the tomb owner's body. In an instant, a large amount of extremely negative emotions began to impact Li Zhuiyuan's spirit.

The young man's body swayed, and he knelt on one knee again, his face showing pain, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to continue the tug-of-war that was beyond his ability.

The previous physical condition was real, and the previous burden was indeed too heavy, it was not acted, but now, it is indeed acted.

The characteristic torture method of the underworld is to torture the soul and consciousness. The one represented by the red light is now a kind of path dependence.

Little did they know that these extreme emotions had no effect on the boy, because he was a freak.

Although this freak has used some means to make himself a little more normal and can be affected by these emotions, for Li Zhuiyuan, it is just an extra process. He only needs to transfer these garbage into the fish pond built by his original body deep in his consciousness as feed.

The boy also knew that this method was destined to not be able to deceive the other party for too long, but it didn't need to last too long either, just enough to last.

The black light formed a low dark cloud above, and for a moment, the surroundings were as dark as ink.

In this way, he avoided the gazes from above his head and concealed the existence of the three people.

The white light first surrounded the tomb owner, forming a barrier, and then began to burst outward.

Once again, they broke the rules, but this time, they paid a price.

These lights are considered their origin, and all actions at this moment are a kind of consumption.

Although it is not much and the intensity is not high, the longer a being lives, the more stingy and mean it will be in this regard.

Moreover, after the rules were broken, the influence of the old rules was still partially retained. For example, now they could no longer control the corpse of the tomb owner to fight.

Originally, they were the temporary owners of this body, but now, they have become thieves who have occupied it.

Li Zhuiyuan's breathing became rapid. In this way, he was sending a signal to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi opened his arms, and the gap between life and death on his chest rotated rapidly, and the white light was pulled over by him.

A scream came from Zhao Yi's mouth. His body twitched violently and his eyes rolled upwards, turning completely white.

With one person's strength, he resisted the soul power released by that person. Even if that person did not use his full strength, it was still very terrifying.

But now, if he doesn't carry it, no one else can.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou were on the verge of exhaustion, and they launched their final attack.

The shovel and the double maces hit the white light barrier, which trembled and bounced the two away.

The two of them held on and stepped forward again, in this way, to help Zhao Yi relieve the pressure. Three monks have no water to drink, and the metaphor does not only refer to monks.

Li Zhuiyuan could see that even at this point, the three were still stingy, trying to save their own essence as much as possible, and they would compare with each other.

The black light was responsible for shielding the sensors above, the red light was responsible for suppressing the body and severing the connection between the body and Li Zhuiyuan, and the white light's offense and defense always followed the consumption level of the two, and was determined not to let itself pay more and suffer losses.

In their eyes, Li Zhuiyuan and his group were barefoot, while they were the superior ones wearing official robes.

"Zhao Yi!"

Yin Meng shouted anxiously and rushed towards Zhao Yi, her eyes full of concern.

If you don’t know, you might think that Yin Meng and Zhao Yi have a very good relationship.

She came to Zhao Yi and wanted to help Zhao Yi block the invasion from the white light.

Unfortunately, her identity could make the judges and below cautious, but in front of these three, she was not so sensitive or important. At least, when the white light touched her and she let out a shrill scream, that was what it seemed.

Zhao Yi rushed forward, stretched out his hand and pushed Yin Meng away, roaring:
"Get lost, idiot."

After Yin Meng landed, his body rolled continuously.

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan also gave up his anxiety, as if he was completely unable to bear the impact of the negative emotions like waves, and gave up any connection with the tomb owner's body.

The young man rested his forehead on the ground and grabbed the soil in front of him with his right fingertips, showing an extremely strong unwillingness.

The red light mission was completed and it was immediately collected.

Seeing this, the white light immediately retracted, leaving only the white barrier in front of it, which continued to resist the extremely weak attacks of Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou.

The two of them were no longer able to fight, and after another round of attack, Runsheng fell to the ground.

Lin Shuyou stuck his double maces into the ground, probably taught by the boy, in an attempt to maintain the tragic posture of a person standing still.

But after all his strength was drained, it was too difficult to strike a pose again. When Lin Shuyou fainted and fell forward, the double maces on the ground failed to support him and made his body fall forward and backward, turning over like a quilt hung out to dry.

Zhao Yi looked unchanged on the outside, but he felt as if he was being roasted by fire. He fell to his knees with a plop, then immediately forced himself to stand up.

If he doesn't stand up, no one on his team will stand up.

Zhao Yi opened his mouth and spit out a folded purple talisman paper from the tip of his tongue, his eyes showing madness.

"Fengdu will die."

"The underworld will take the punishment."

"There is no forgiveness for sin."

The three of them were about to leave. They accepted the fact that they could not be intercepted midway and were unwilling to invest any more money in it. They would just wait until Fengdu to settle the accounts together.

The black lines reappeared, and the most anxious thing was the black light. In order to obstruct the sight of Heaven, he had never stopped consuming his origin. Moreover, if he killed someone outside the three incense sticks time, and the person he killed was someone with such a sensitive identity, then the pressure he would bear would be even more terrifying.

After all, one is from an illegitimate Dragon King family, and the other is the heir of two Dragon King families.

Yin Meng was lying on the ground, with yellow paper burning in his hand and chanting a spell.

The black lines under his feet did not disappear this time. Instead, they expanded many times and a special aura descended.

"This is……"

"how come……"

"impossible……"

Three panic emotions appeared, because this was the breath of the emperor!

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and watched this scene.

Zhao Yi retracted his tongue, hid the purple talisman paper, and a wanton smile appeared on his face.

Yin Meng rushed to him earlier and tried to help him share the pressure. The moment he pushed her away, he took the insect from Yin Meng's hand.

Because of the white barrier, the poisonous insect couldn't fly in directly. Zhao Yi held the poisonous insect in his hand, and when the white light left his body, he let the poisonous insect blend into the white light and leave with it.

The person who made this plan must be surnamed Li. Mengmeng's ability to react to situations cannot be so fast. This method of "plotting loudly" in private in front of the enemy really makes Zhao Yi envious.

Unfortunately, I can’t learn it myself.

The red light bloomed again, sweeping across the body of the tomb owner. The clothes he wore when he was buried were lifted up, and a small hole appeared in the center of his abdomen.

The poisonous insect is already inside.

In other words, Yin Meng used the corpse of the tomb owner as a sacrifice to his ancestors.

The body of the tomb owner began to swell and gradually showed signs of decay.

Hongguang is very prosperous, and this time he is no longer stingy and takes the initiative to suppress this process.

The area of ​​black light above continued to expand. This time, in addition to isolating the Heavenly Dao, it also wanted to isolate another existence that made them terrified.

The white light in the middle is divided into two halves, one half helps the red light and the other half helps the black light.

I have been counting the small accounts, but in the end I still lose money, and the losses will keep getting bigger.

It’s not that the three of them are short-sighted. With what they did today, anyone else would have been killed by them long ago. But this time they are facing Li Zhuiyuan, who is mainly an ant against an ant, which is very different.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath. He really admired this man surnamed Li. Facing such a being, it was already not easy for him to be flexible, but this man surnamed Li was determined to kill them. Even if he couldn't kill them, he would at least skin them alive.

At this moment, three lights, yellow, blue and green, appeared in the black above, as if they were actively helping and blocking perception.

The black and part of the white, which have been relieved of pressure, can fully assist the red in suppressing the corpse sacrifice, and they will really be suppressed.

After all, it is a mythical existence. When they take it seriously and are willing to invest, its strength will be difficult to describe.

Li Zhuiyuan did not look discouraged. Instead, his eyes showed thoughtfulness, and he even looked towards the southwest.

Zhao Yi was greatly upset, and he was not willing to let those three people escape safely.

You want to interrupt the sacrifice and stop the emperor from looking over here, right?
Okay, I'll let you cover it!
Zhao Yi ran to Yin Meng, picked up a piece of yellow paper that had been scattered beside Yin Meng, scratched his fingertips with his nails, and wrote in blood directly on the yellow paper.

It's not like he hasn't experienced the same thing before, he has experience.

After writing quickly, Zhao Yi said, "Your Majesty, I, Zhao Yi from Jiujiang, offer this sacrifice. I hope Your Majesty will accept it and enjoy it!"

The yellow paper caught fire, but only burned a corner before going out.

The three-color light on the tomb owner's body trembled slightly, and then continued to suppress it steadily.

Obviously, the force is too small and far from enough.

Zhao Yi was thinking whether he should take this yellow paper to Mr. Li. Considering the special relationship between Mr. Li and the emperor, maybe it would work.

But just as he was about to turn around and run over, he saw Mr. Li, who had just finished the performance and raised his head to watch the fun, lowered his head again.

Zhao Yi: “…”

The man surnamed Li must be pretending, Zhao Yi is 99% sure of it.

But just like the several times when the man surnamed Li was seriously injured and fainted in front of him, he did not dare to kill him. If the man surnamed Li really fainted, then the most critical time would be delayed.

Mr. Li, I beg you to pretend for a while longer, and don’t raise your head immediately after I’ve finished!
Zhao Yi held the yellow paper in his hand, made up his mind, and recited again:

"I told you to come up and enjoy the sacrifice, so come up now, don't be so shameless!"

I said this out loud, but I kept explaining it to myself in my heart.

I did this not to intentionally disrespect the emperor, but to tip off the emperor. I want to be a loyal minister!

Anyway, he had already shit and pissed all over his crotch in front of the emperor. If he wanted to save his family, explaining and confessing his guilt would not be enough. He had to take another path.

The effect is obvious.

The extinguished flame on the yellow paper was rekindled, and the three-color luster on the tomb owner's body shook violently.

However, when the yellow paper burned to one-third, it went out again, and the luster on the tomb owner's body stabilized again.

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth twitched.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yi's expression became somewhat ferocious. He raised the torn yellow paper and placed it in front of him. His tone became extremely gentle, as if he was greeting an old friend:

"Hey, those lazy dogs I gave you last time, are they delicious?"

"Buzz!"

Flames rushed up and the yellow paper was completely burned in an instant.

The red, white and black lights on the tomb owner's body were completely suppressed, and the luster on the top of his head that helped to cover it up with the other three colors was also washed away. The purple color, which symbolized noble and supreme, was completely shrouded.

The emperor accepted the sacrifice.

Zhao Yi sighed silently in his heart, turned his head and found that the man surnamed Li raised his head at this time.

The three originally terrifying auras within the tomb owner’s body now became extremely humble.

This means that the emperor's rule in Fengdu remains solid.

However, what Zhao Yi had expected, that the emperor would catch him in the act and punish him out of anger, did not happen.

The majestic purple above came fiercely and left swiftly.

The three rays of light that had been suppressed before were restored after paying a certain price.

However, this time, Sandao Guangze stopped making harsh remarks and became more taciturn.

All they want to do now is to get out of this mess as quickly as possible.

The black lines shrank again. The previous enlargement did not lead the emperor to leave. Now, the three of them still had to leave in this way.

Was it a reprimand? Was it a warning? Was it a scolding?

Zhao Yi didn’t know whether the emperor had communicated with them just now. It was very likely that he hadn’t… because the emperor had only sent his aura over and had not really come.

Although even if the superior just glanced at this place, it would contain thunder and rain, but this was not what Zhao Yi wanted to see.

He wants to see souls fly to pieces and blood flow like a river!
"Damn it, how can this be possible..."

Zhao Yi looked at the man surnamed Li again. He found that there was no surprise on Li's face, nor was there any resentment or anger... Although Li was used to having a blank expression, there would at least be some fluctuations, right?

It has come to this, can you bear it?

Then, Zhao Yi let out another breath, and after his emotions calmed down, he understood everything.

Whatever those three, or six, did secretly behind the emperor's back, it was the underworld's own business.

Even if he is discovered and reported, whether the emperor will intervene now or in the future is all his choice. As for performing punishment in front of himself and others, it is not only meaningless but also unnecessary.

While these people may only think about settling their grievances and repaying their debts in this life, the emperor has many things to consider.

Besides, does the emperor really not know what these six people are doing?

Zhao Yi scratched his hair hard. It would be fine if Mr. Li thought things were simple, after all, he had lived in a simple environment since childhood. But Zhao Yi had always been exposed to family political struggles, so he would actually take things for granted.

The tomb owner's body returned to normal and the poisonous insect was forced to fly out of his body.

However, it was not strangled and seemed to be released by default.

The poisonous insect flew out, and the white barrier opened a small hole for it to fly out and land next to Yin Meng.

This is a sign that things are finally settled.

This also proves that the emperor has indeed paid attention to this matter. This matter ends here. Let's both stay quiet and no one should create trouble anymore.

It’s a familiar rhythm. In the past, when there were conflicts among the younger generations in the family, the elders would try to smooth things over.

From now on, anyone who dares to cause trouble again will be considered ignorant and will be punished.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Yi sat down dejectedly and looked around. Everyone had fainted and all were seriously injured.

He should be happy because he is alive. Wasn't the original goal for him to stand out and act as a shield for everyone, while everyone was doing their best to help him survive?

Not only did it succeed, but it also made those three people very embarrassed.

There is no need to polish or embellish what happened today. Just publicize it as it is. In the martial arts world, his name, Zhao Yi of Jiujiang, will become famous because of it.

He took the initiative to light incense and take over. Facing those three beings, he endured the calamity of the three incense sticks and remained alive. What kind of person is he!

Zhao Yi took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff somewhat dejectedly, and the smoke rings he exhaled were a little messy.

If there is no hope, it would be fine if I just wanted to save my life, but when hope comes, I become disappointed.

People are like this, they always want more.

Zhao Yi shook off the cigarette ash and calmed himself down.

Just as the three colors were about to rise up and break away, the tomb owner moved again.

Zhao Yi watched all this in disbelief. He could feel that the red light had indeed severed the connection between the tomb owner's body and Li Zhuiyuan.

The puppet’s strings are broken, but it can still move on its own?
It was precisely because Zhao Yi was also proficient in puppetry that he was extremely shocked by this scene. It was totally contrary to common sense.

The tomb owner opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yi.

His eyes became much more lively than at the beginning.

Zhao Yi felt that the tomb owner seemed to be very familiar with him, as if they were one-sided childhood playmates.

With doubts, Zhao Yi took another puff of cigarette, but as soon as he inhaled the smoke, Zhao Yi's eyes widened, and he forgot to spit out the cigarette and swallowed it directly.

He jumped up, stood up, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and Zhao Yi's mouth kept making intermittent noises.

"This, this, this..."

This time, Zhao Yi was completely shocked by Li's methods.

The tomb owner was seen with his hands clasped together, a lotus shadow appeared under his feet, and golden lines rippled behind him, looking very solemn.

His lips moved slightly as he recited Buddhist scriptures.

What I read is——

"The Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".

(End of this chapter)