Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 291

In fact, the owner of the tomb himself has no power. If he is not disturbed by the outside world, he is just an ordinary corpse buried here. Therefore, the difficulty and cost of transforming him into a puppet are not high.

However, due to the special carrying capacity of his physique, not only does his body have a three-color glow, but his eyes also flow with golden Buddhist light. Due to all these coincidences, this puppet possesses extremely terrifying power.

This kind of opportunity can only be encountered by chance, and it requires the right time, place and people.

Zhao Yi felt that he would never encounter such a person again in his lifetime.

However, the first thing he has to do now is to send his real body out.

Next, once the fight starts in the narrow tomb, his real body will be in trouble.

Perhaps it was because there were many powerful and chaotic forces flowing in his "body" at the moment, and this feeling of being filled was really too overwhelming, causing Zhao Yi to feel uncomfortable with his own body no matter how he looked at it.

There is no harm without comparison. In comparison, my own body is still too weak, like a willow tree swaying in the wind. It's really disgusting.

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

He first kicked "Zhao Yi" up, and when "Zhao Yi" was hanging in the air, he kicked "Zhao Yi" out in the direction of the tunnel above, like kicking a ball.

During the whole process, you must control your strength again and again, because once the balance of strength is lost, your own body in reality will be kicked to pieces by "yourself".

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

The increased distance between the main body and the body caused Zhao Yi's consciousness to feel dizzy and pulled, but fortunately, he adjusted himself quickly.

Probably because he felt that this body was obviously "out of control" again, the golden light in Zhao Yi's eyes suddenly became brighter, and the three-color light in his body also began to quickly take over.

When Mr. Li was controlling the tomb owner, he encountered a situation where the control link was cut off.

But the current environment is completely different from that day.

First, the general on the right opened his mouth and spewed thick corpse gas towards Zhao Yi's eyes, covering the golden light.

The clothes on the noble man's body tore apart, and bone worms transformed from his bones flew out and drilled into Zhao Yi's chest, or to be more precise, straight into his heart, liver and lungs.

The entry of boneworms in each area stimulated the corresponding color of light.

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

Obviously, the general and the nobleman noticed the changes in the "tomb owner" and began to actively cooperate.

Li's stance was decided early on.

Zhao Yi would not change, and there was no reason to change. He could only cry out in his heart:
"Your Majesty, you must open your eyes and watch carefully. I will fight for you and bleed for you!"

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

Sure enough, the next moment, the general and the noble man released their restraints on Zhao Yi's arms.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yi raised his right hand, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and poked his own eyes!

As soon as the fingertips touched the eyes, before he could exert any force, an invisible golden barrier was erected, followed by a further boiling of the golden light from Buddhism.

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

Although Young Master Zhao did not explore the basement as well as Li Zhuiyuan, Zhao Yi also had a lot of magic tricks in his mind. However, after trying his best to concentrate, he just couldn't find any that was suitable for the situation.

After all, this level of confrontation is too advanced, and most of the methods are not even qualified to be on the stage.

Not knowing whether he was just throwing in the towel or deciding to give it a try and trust his ancestors at the critical moment, Zhao Yi started to practice the Zhao family's secret technique.

Zhao's secret technique has a great advantage in activating various spells, but overall, it is not too good. Even the Zhao family members feel that although their own secret technique is good in practicality, it still cannot conceal its mediocrity in combat effectiveness. This is why the Zhao family has been persistent in collecting and supplementing the martial arts techniques for generations.

But this time, when Zhao Yi performed his own secret technique, the two fingers that were originally completely isolated from the outside, glowed with a faint blue light and began to gradually press down.

You know, the power released from the eyes comes from that person, but this ancient blue light can still continue to break through under this heavy pressure.

There is no absolutely powerful momentum, only a calm and fearless move forward. Even if there are high mountains in front of you, you will still look down at the road under your feet and climb forward step by step.

Zhao Yi suddenly realized... it was not his own skills that were not working, but his own people.

The inheritance left by our ancestor Zhao Wuyang is that the stronger the person, the stronger the inheritance. It follows the path of accumulation and then development. However, it is difficult for future generations to stand at that height and appreciate the same scenery.

For a moment, Zhao Yi felt great emotion in his heart. Although his ancestors were born in the grassroots, the wealth they left behind was extremely rich and precious. The fact that Jiujiang Zhao failed to produce another Dragon King was really a failure of his descendants.

The fingertips poked into the eye sockets, causing a stinging sensation.

However, Zhao Yi has long been accustomed to this kind of physical self-mutilation.

He bent his fingertips, changing from stabbing to digging, and forcibly dug out his own eyes.

These eyes were not only bright, but also hot. Even though they had been dug out, they still had a strong urge to return to this body.

Not knowing whether his "allies" were ready, Zhao Yi had already done what he should do. He directed his eyeballs, one on each side, towards the general and the noble.

On both sides, he swallowed the eyes respectively, and then golden flames ignited all over his body. He was using the power of his dark side to consume it.

Zhao Yi did not stop. He first used his hands to forcibly tear open the flesh on his chest, just like pulling down a zipper to open a coat.

Then, he grabbed the red liver and the white lungs one by one, tore them apart and finally pulled them out of the body.

Just like the eyeballs, after being peeled out, they want to go back the first time.

Zhao Yi gave the liver to the general and the lungs to the nobleman. They began to chew and swallow as usual. Flames on their bodies mixed with different colors overflowed everywhere, filling the entire cemetery and even the entire underground, causing many vegetation on the ground above to begin to wither rapidly.

The last one is the organ that Zhao Yi is most familiar with, the black heart.

He did not dig it out immediately because it would cause the puppet to lose its last bit of power.

The "Zhao Yi" above has his heart spinning wildly at the gap between life and death.

Zhao Yi below, the black heart kept twisting, Zhao Yi used this broken puppet body as the last container for smelting.

"Roar."

"Roar!"

Most of the general and the noble man's bodies melted away, and they let out a roar.

In order to fit in and not disrupt the atmosphere, Zhao Yi also opened his mouth and roared.

Then, Zhao Yi opened his arms, took the initiative to hug the general and the noble man, and burned together.

"Rumble..."

The hilltop began to collapse, and the river that originally flowed through here exposed its riverbed. It should have been green in the summer, but it became a large bare area, and even the soil lost its activity.

"Pooh……"

Zhao Yi returned to his original form and crawled out of the pit. After shaking off the dirt on his body, he spread out his limbs and lay on the ground.

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

Zhao Yi also did not expect that the behavior of controlling the puppet to self-harm would actually be transferred to his own body.

And this is only the most basic manifestation of the side effects of this secret technique.

Chaos appeared in Zhao Yi's consciousness. Sometimes he felt like he was Zhao Yi, and sometimes he felt like he was Su Luo.

One moment I felt so excited and proud that I had accomplished such a big thing, and the next moment I felt that life was meaningless.

But soon, as if out of a previous inertia, the part belonging to Su Luo disappeared.

Zhao Yi recovered and regained consciousness.

The reason why Su Luo disappeared was that, as he had done in the past, he had locked himself in the deepest part of Zhao Yi's consciousness. This was the environment he was most familiar with and most adapted to, and he avoided interfering with Zhao Yi as much as possible.

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

It was just that he took advantage of the arrangement left by Mr. Li to experience the secret technique, but the negative effect was so strong. Su Luo was just a calm and peaceful person who did not fight or compete. If he were someone else who was fierce, twisted, or extremely hideous, I'm afraid he would still be struggling with his conscience in his mind at this moment.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhao Yi is now extremely grateful that he did not practice the black book given to him by the man under the peach forest.

Once he starts practicing, there is no second possibility. He will become addicted to the power of control brought by this terrifying secret technique, and will eventually lead himself to the same destination - planting trees.

"Mr. Li, you are such a fucking monster!"

……

Li Zhuiyuan surfaced and climbed onto the boat.

Tan Wenbin made the boat owner happy when chatting with him. When he suggested that the moonlight tonight was just right and they should stop here to admire the moon and chat, the boat owner agreed.

"Brother Xiaoyuan?"

Hearing the noise, Tan Wenbin immediately ran to the stern of the ship.

The boy sat there, his whole body wet, but his breathing was steady and even.

Tan Wenbin may not have felt it deeply before, but now he can clearly perceive it.

It's like being a top student in the grade, always studying and doing exercises hard, but never taking an exam and never having a grade on the list.

Brother Xiaoyuan has not practiced martial arts, but he has been laying the foundation for himself. God knows how solid that foundation will be when Brother Xiaoyuan reaches adulthood and his body is fully developed enough to formally practice martial arts.

"I'm fine, go back."

"okay."

Tan Wenbin ran to ask the boat owner to dock.

As the boat was sailing, Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and looked at the water below the boat.

A huge statue of Bodhisattva kept floating up from below, getting bigger and bigger. The ship gradually became smaller in front of this "face".

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

This was the second time that Li Zhuiyuan looked into the Bodhisattva's eyes.

The first time, he was nervous and uneasy, and it was only by relying on the support brought by his identity, trying to make the other party wary, that he mustered up the courage to look at the other party.

This time, Li Zhuiyuan didn't need those.

The boy looked into those eyes calmly.

It doesn't mean that "He" is no longer scary, nor does it mean that he is more confident. Given the huge size gap between the two sides, the impact of such a subtle change is actually very small.

The real reason is that now, he is actually standing on the opposite side.

The huge face of the Bodhisattva slowly sank and soon disappeared.

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, then opened them again and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Runsheng, Zhao Yi and others succeeded.

Although the Ksitigarbha Hall had long been built in Fengdu among the scenic spots in the world of the living, in reality, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had not been able to enter the real Fengdu.

From the fact that he used the incarnation of Master Pu Du to help build the Master Zhenjun system earlier, and later he personally built the heads of officials and generals, it can be seen that in terms of material selection, he did not really touch the core of the underworld.

The former ghost kings like Baihe Tongzi had never actually entered the underworld to serve as officials. Instead, they were more like gangsters who were recruited by the underworld.

You are the key for Bodhisattva to enter Fengdu.

Yin Meng is the bloodline key, and I am the inheritance key. The three colors of light sealed at the three incense sticks originally came from the underworld. They have a high status and are the keys that were actively delivered from the underworld.

However, having a key does not mean you have to open the door.

What the Bodhisattva wants is definitely not a one-day trip to Fengdu. He wants to settle in Fengdu and take over the underworld completely.

This can only mean that something really went wrong in the underworld. To be more specific, something went wrong with the Emperor...

When the opportunity arose, the Bodhisattva took the initiative to look for the key and drive this wave.

But now, the key He found was opposing and stopping Him.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't know whether his choice was right or not, just as he didn't understand what effect sending Runsheng and Zhao Yi back would have. He only knew that it would have an effect.

Zhao Yi's original strategy of watching the two "gods" fight could not be considered wrong. It should be the safest and most reliable option.

Be a good key, ride on the river, finish what you should do, help the Bodhisattva open the ghost gate, and then they "gods" will fight their own battles, and you and others will go home singing.

However, Li Zhuiyuan felt that this approach of playing both sides by serving the powerful was only suitable for the stage when the two sides were in a standoff and could do nothing to each other.

Now, they are about to decide the interim results, and the competition is getting increasingly intense. If you try not to offend either side, the result will most likely be that whoever wins will come to settle accounts with you.

There is no other way. At this time, you have to completely side with one side.

After the boat docked, the boat owner insisted on taking Tan Wenbin out for a drink.

There are night snack stalls on the pier with small tables and stools, Ghost Street above and river view on the side. The prices are very affordable. Just sit down here and lean back to feel completely comfortable.

Li Zhuiyuan ordered himself a bowl of clear soup wontons, which were freshly made by the stall owner and tasted very delicious.

After the meal, Li Zhuiyuan did not urge Tan Wenbin to go back, and let him continue to chat with the boat owner.

After eating, drinking and chatting to their heart's content, when it came time to pay the bill, Tan Wenbin had to tug at the boat owner. The boat owner, relying on his middle-aged strength as a boat driver, wanted to subdue Tan Wenbin first, but unfortunately Tan Wenbin was now very beastly and directly pressed the boat owner down.

After paying the bill, Tan Wenbin and Li Zhuiyuan left, leaving the boat owner standing there cursing angrily and amusedly.

When we returned to the guesthouse, it was already late at night, almost one in the morning.

When I arrived downstairs of the building where I lived, I looked up and found a man standing on the rooftop. The figure looked familiar: it was Mr. Zhai.

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

"clear."

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

Lin Shuyou leaned against the window of the room, waving and greeting Tan Wenbin with a smile on his face.

Tan Wenbin pointed to the rooftop.

Lin Shuyou was a little confused. He grabbed the edge of the window, leaned his whole body out and turned around, only then did he see the person standing there.

This scene frightened Lin Shuyou so much that he simply stopped shrinking back and used his hands and feet to crawl on the wall like a gecko.

It's really not Lin Shuyou's fault for being careless. He was just concentrating on preventing foreign invasion. Who could have thought that one of his own people would run up there and maybe even jump off the building?

After arriving below the position where Mr. Zhai was standing, Lin Shuyou stopped.

Next, if Mr. Zhai wanted to jump, Lin Shuyou would be able to catch him immediately after he leaped.

Li Zhuiyuan ran to the rooftop and saw Mr. Zhai standing there with his hands behind his back. He understood that the old man was not going to jump off the building, but might just come to see the scenery.

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

"Maybe it's because I ate hot pot tonight. I felt hot and couldn't sleep, so I thought of coming up here to get some fresh air."

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Mr. Zhai and said, "Then let's choose something lighter for the next dinner."

Mr. Zhai: “There are light dishes in Sichuan cuisine, but you have to consider your teacher’s pocket and the meal reimbursement standard at government expense.”

As he spoke, Elder Zhai reached out and patted the young man on the back: "Haha, I'm sorry, I scared you and made you worry."

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

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

Li Zhuiyuan: "You are a useful person."

Mr. Zhai: "I am just a person who is afraid of death when I get old."

After saying that, Mr. Zhai turned around and walked downstairs. Li Zhuiyuan accompanied him from the rooftop and went downstairs until he sent him back to the room and helped him close the door.

When I was about to leave, I saw Zheng Hua walking out of the next room with a thermos in his hand.

"Xiaoyuan, I'm going to get some water. Can you please help me check the door? The lock of my room door is broken. It's not easy to open with the key after closing it. The front desk didn't send anyone to repair it today."

"it is good."

Li Zhuiyuan walked into Zheng Hua's room. Although Zheng Hua regarded himself as a disciple in front of Master Zhai, he was actually of a high rank and could enjoy the treatment of a single room.

There was a stack of materials on the table. Li Zhuiyuan didn't intend to peek. He just glanced at them and saw the photos of Qian Ying and Wu Lan. Then, he decided to peek.

The two men nominally died at the hands of an old monk in the temple, but after all, they were on their way to work, so the procedures for pensions and compensation are still necessary.

These documents were basically faxed in, and Zheng Hua was currently handling this matter for his fellow junior and senior students.

"They are all orphans, and from the same orphanage?"

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

The two must have known each other since childhood, lived together in an orphanage for a period of time, and later each had an adoptive parent.

No wonder after following a teacher into a team, their feelings quickly heated up and they directly established a romantic relationship.

But are there really such coincidences in this world?

From the perspective of the parties involved, this is probably truly "fate".

Li Zhuiyuan saw the archival photos of Qian Ying and Wu Lan in the orphanage. They were faxed over and were a little blurry, but Li Zhuiyuan could fill in the details in his mind.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly. This person's face was too bad, and it was obvious that he was lonely and widowed. The information also stated that they were not abandoned, but their parents had passed away and there were no relatives willing to raise them.

Combined with the date of birth, I made a rough calculation and found that they all matched.

Physiognomy and birth data are not necessarily accurate. Li Zhuiyuan is good at this, but he is not superstitious about it. In the eyes of the young man, it is just a probabilistic summary.

But the problem is that when I saw Qian Ying and Wu Lan, I didn't think there was anything wrong with their looks.

Putting their childhood photos together with their ID photos taken when they were adults and working, it is clear that their faces have changed. Their fates have been altered.

When Zheng Hua came back with the hot water, Li Zhuiyuan did not avoid him and continued to stand by the table and watch.

"Alas, I just found out that my junior brothers and sisters lived in an orphanage. It was so pitiful. It was my fault that I didn't take good care of them. I should have accompanied them up the mountain that day."

"Brother Zheng, you don't have to blame yourself. No one wants an accident to happen."

Zheng Hua is much older than Li Lan. Although Li Zhuiyuan calls Zhai grandpa, Zhai and Engineer Luo are of the same generation, so he can only call him brother.

"Yeah." Zheng Hua took out a cup, made himself a cup of orange crystal, and then made a cup of milk powder for Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan took the milk and took a sip.

Zheng Hua picked up a bag of documents from the ground and put it on the table, saying:
"Xiao Yuan, please do me a favor. I have to deal with the affairs of my junior fellow students first. Please help me sort this out. I need to reduce the teacher's resume into an introduction booklet. Please help me summarize it and focus on this aspect of the project."

"Want to give an award?"

"I don't know. My teacher asked me to sort it out."

"it is good."

Generally speaking, before the formal meeting, the speaker’s resume will be made into a book and distributed to the participants. The important meeting at hand will be in two days, but the reporter will be Mr. Luo instead of Mr. Zhai.

Li Zhuiyuan quickly flipped through the information and asked, "Brother Zheng, do you carry all these things with you?"

One must have such great admiration for one's teacher that one would always carry the teacher's resume with him/her.

"No, it was mailed here a long time ago. It arrived several days earlier than us."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded, but soon, when he turned to a certain part of his resume, memories of the past began to emerge in his mind.

These projects were actually all presided over by Mr. Zhai.

Li Zhuiyuan remembers that when he was a child with Li Lan, several special tombs were discovered, which made Li Lan very busy several times.

Naturally, Mr. Zhai would not write in his resume what tombs were discovered or what strange things happened during that period, but since the time and location overlap, it must have happened during the construction.

If the construction was in Guanzhong or Central Plains, it would be abnormal if nothing was dug up. But the problem is that these construction sites are not historical burial areas, but large tombs that give Li Lan a headache are frequently unearthed.

Is Mr. Zhai actually doing a project... or is he using the name of a project to find things for himself?
Most likely, they are two in one and do not conflict with each other.

"It's all sorted out, Brother Zheng, take a look."

"Okay, well, very good, very good." Zheng Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyuan, it's getting late, you should go back and have some rest."

"You too, Brother Zheng, go to bed early."

Leaving Zheng Hua's room and going to the next floor, Li Zhuiyuan heard some noise coming from Lin Shuyou's room. He pushed the door open and saw Tan Wenbin standing beside the bed while Lin Shuyou was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I just got here too, and I saw Ah You like this. I tried to check him out, but I couldn't see anything wrong, but I just couldn't wake him up."

There was indeed no aura fluctuation on Lin Shuyou's body, and he looked like he was in a trance and asleep.

Li Zhuiyuan got on the bed, stood in front of Ah You, opened his eyelids, and found that he was mentally normal. He then pressed the tip of his thumb on the center of Lin Shuyou's eyebrows, and found that he was physically normal.

He tapped his knuckles, as if knocking on the door.

The next moment, Lin Shuyou's vertical pupils opened, which was a response from the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded, and his vertical pupils disappeared.

The boy is also normal.

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's really not Ah You's fault."

But there was obviously something wrong with Ayou.

After waiting for about five more minutes, Lin Shuyou slowly woke up.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, Brother Bin, I just had a dream. In the dream, I came to a solemn temple. Someone in the temple spoke to me and said a lot..."

Tan Wenbin: "What did you say specifically?"

Lin Shuyou: "Then suddenly a voice shouted behind me: 'I am the Bodhisattva, don't listen to Him!'"

After a pause, Lin Shuyou scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Then I woke up, and I forgot everything I heard before. I couldn't remember a single word."

Li Zhuiyuan: "That person is anxious."

Tan Wenbin: "Is that Bodhisattva?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Well, nominally, Ah You belongs to His seat, although, it is only in name."

That person wanted to influence and interfere with Lin Shuyou in this way.

But He failed.

Because between Lin Shuyou and that person, there is Sun Baishen.

The one who interrupted this process was Sun Baishen, which meant that Lin Shuyou, as a true lord, was not under the control of the Bodhisattva at all, and he was not even allowed to whisper to her.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay, it's okay, take a rest."

Back in the room, Li Zhuiyuan took a shower and lay down on the bed.

The boy was late in falling asleep, but Tan Wenbin fell asleep first and started snoring.

Once you get used to the snoring, you won’t think it’s anything anymore. And when you’re outside, your teammates’ snoring can give you a sense of security.

But as the snoring continued, it suddenly stopped.

Li Zhuiyuan sat up without turning on the light. He looked at Tan Wenbin, whose face showed a bit of pain, in the moonlight coming in from the window.

"Sure enough, Ah You is not the last one, it's just the beginning. Are you finally showing your true colors?"

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

However, there was no panic in the boy's eyes, not even the slightest worry.

In his dream, Tan Wenbin saw his four spirit beasts standing on a wide road. Golden petals kept falling on both sides and Buddhist sounds were heard.

The four spirit beasts gradually entered Tan Wenbin's body, forming a fusion like the dream and reality.

At the moment of fusion, this solemn scene began to distort and then collapsed.

Tan Wenbin didn't taste anything at all. He turned over and continued snoring.

If it were the Tan Wenbin of the past, he would definitely be affected when he only had two godsons on his shoulders.

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

At the same time, under the dark cliff, Liang Yan's figure was groping towards here from above.

Below, Runsheng was lying in the bushes holding Yin Meng. He borne almost all the impact of the fall.

"Huh... I finally found you."

Liang Yan looked at the two people who were pierced by the stick. First of all, both of them were breathing and still alive.

It was a little difficult to pull out the stick, and she didn't dare to do it. This was not just a matter of dealing with the injury. Thinking of the horrible scene of Yin Meng just crawling out of the grave, Liang Yan didn't dare to make a decision on her own.

After checking, Liang Yan found that the stick penetrated Yin Meng's chest and avoided the vital parts, but the situation was very serious for Run Sheng.

She remembered that every time Bai Tian Runsheng swung the shovel at Yin Meng, he did so without hesitation, but he still protected her to the best of his ability.

Liang Yan could understand the former. Letting him go in that situation would be the greatest disadvantage to her. Any unnecessary kindness would only bring greater cruelty to Yin Meng.

Liang Yan was very envious of the latter. She even imagined that the people lying here, strung together by a stick, were herself and Zhao Yi.

At this time, Yin Meng slowly opened her eyes.

Liang Yan was so frightened that she stepped back immediately. She didn't want to endure that horrible illusion a second time.

The haze in Yin Meng's eyes showed signs of condensing again.

But at this time, the blood in Runsheng's body flowed along the stick to Yin Meng's body. The haze in Yin Meng's eyes was dispersed by the evil spirit, and her eyes closed again.

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

In front of her stood a towering statue. Similar statues can be seen everywhere in the ghost town. The figure behind her was none other than the Emperor of Fengdu.

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

The golden body of the Bodhisattva was constantly breaking into pieces, with pieces of it cracking and falling off irregularly.

It sounded like someone was hitting it madly with a shovel.

……

After Tan Wenbin returned to normal, Li Zhuiyuan also closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The dream is coming.

The boy felt like he was sitting on a sedan chair, swaying slightly up and down.

In the front, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou were arm in arm, talking and laughing; in the back, Runsheng and Yin Meng were walking side by side, Runsheng was carrying a lot of things in his hands, while Yin Meng was eating the snacks from her hometown that she had just bought with a happy look on her face.

The young man lowered his head and saw that what were carrying him were skeletons.

As we were walking up the mountain, the surrounding shops gradually closed, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians and tourists. Even later in the day, Tan Wenbin and Runsheng had disappeared.

The chariot was lifted more steadily than before, and the field of vision was much higher.

The young man lowered his head again and found that the skeletons who had originally served as sedan bearers were now all wearing official robes and hats, and were all standing on stilts.

Orange-red lanterns were hung on both sides of the street. As I passed by, the lanterns kept rising and floating into the air, like eyes looking down at this place from above.

A huge door appeared in front of Li Zhuiyuan.

It is not high, but it gives people a sense of height that no mountain can match; it is not wide, but it separates yin and yang.

This is the ghost gate.

A door that can only appear in cognition but cannot be described in any words.

"Click..."

The gate of hell is opening.

The overwhelming fear outside the door and the horrible despair inside the door formed a huge impact and collision at this moment, raising a cloud of fog filled with hysteria.

Li Zhuiyuan looked inside through the crack of the door that had just been opened. With just one glance, the boy felt as if his soul was being torn apart.

"Buzz!"

I woke up from the dream and the sky outside was bright.

This is not just a dream, but also a clue to the waves. Unlike in the past when you had to figure it out by yourself, this time, the waves can be said to hit you directly in the face without any cover.

To complete this wave, you must open the Ghost Gate.

This door is not only what the Bodhisattva wants to open, but also the attitude of the river.

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

After eating, I went outside to get some fresh air. The sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking out the sunlight. It seemed as if the morning just now was just a mistake and now it was returning to late night again.

"boom!"

There was a crash in the distance.

Someone ran to the door of the guesthouse and waved his hands: "There's a car accident downstairs, come and help lift the car!"

Xue Liangliang and Luo Gong, who were having breakfast, put down their chopsticks and ran out. Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Shuyou followed them, while Tan Wenbin stayed in the guesthouse.

On the road below the guesthouse, a car and a truck collided. The front of the car was stuck in the belly of the truck. The driver inside had blood all over his face, but he couldn't get out.

Everyone worked together to pull the car out. At the beginning, not many people came, and some people ran back to continue shouting for help. But after Lin Shuyou started to exert his strength, several long friction sounds were heard and the car was dragged out.

The driver was not seriously injured, just had a bruised face which looked very serious.

"Damn it! That bastard suddenly appeared on the road and scared me so much that I had to steer quickly. If I had known, I would have hit that bastard to death!"

The driver was very angry. If someone had not suddenly appeared, he would not have ended up like this.

Li Zhuiyuan looked in the direction the driver was pointing and there was no one there. After walking over, the boy lowered his head and found wet shoe prints on the ground. They were cloth shoes.

I rubbed it with the sole of my boot and it felt a little sticky. I also smelled a slight stench of corpse. It was a familiar smell of death that I hadn't smelled for quite a while.

Following the footprints, Li Zhuiyuan began to walk down. After Lin Shuyou finished his work, he immediately ran over to catch up.

The footprints were not on the road, but if you keep sliding down the slope from here, you can go down the mountain. After chasing for a distance, you found that the footprints led to the ghost street.

However, it is not inserted from bottom to top or from top to bottom, but from the middle.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, this death can really be walked away."

"Ah."

It’s also because there was no sun this morning. If there was sunlight, the footprints and the stench of the corpse would have disappeared long ago.

Following the footprints, we came to Ghost Street. The footprints had a clear purpose: they led us to the door of a clothing store.

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

Li Zhuiyuan: “Knock on the door.”

Lin Shuyou reached over and smashed a door panel, while also controlling the volume.

When I walked in, I saw Zhang Chi holding a ruler, covered in blood, lying in the arms of his sister Zhang Xiuxiu.

He fought, but he lost.

The dead man didn't want to kill him, or rather, he had no clear malicious intention. The reason was very simple. If that were the case, Zhang Chi and Zhang Xiuxiu would have definitely died.

"Give him a pill to remove the poison from the corpse."

"it is good."

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

Zhang Xiuxiu pointed to the inner room: "It, it, it's in there!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "He is gone. He is gone."

The boy walked into the inner room, where the clothes rack collapsed and clothes fell all over the floor.

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

As I recall, when I first came to Fengdu, the coffin where Yin Meng’s grandfather slept was placed here.

When someone falls down, he may instinctively go home to follow his previous living habits, or he may come here intentionally to relive the past.

Now it can be confirmed that the dead man is Yin Meng's grandfather.

He was clearly sent to the Yin family's ancestral tomb by himself, but now, he has come out and returned home.

He was the previous owner of this place. If he went back to the house to take a look, Zhang Chi could have chosen not to stop him. He did not take action when he should have, and acted blindly when he should not have.

The footprints continued outside and there was a yard with a coal stove, a place to dry clothes, and a well.

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

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

"Click! Click! Click! Click!"

At this time, a crisp sound came from the bottom of the well, and the water in the well began to surge.

Fish, lots of fish, actually jumped up from the bottom of the well.

"There's a fish tide, go and see, there's a fish tide!"

"So many fish, so many fish!"

People in the street were shouting excitedly and many people were running to the dock.

On the river surface facing the pier, countless fish are tumbling on the water. Normally, this kind of scene can only be seen when the fish ponds are being opened and the nets are being collected. But how can the scene be as spectacular as this one in front of you?
Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Shuyou came to the street. Even if they did not go to the dock below, they could still see the wonderful sight on the river in the distance.

Just at this moment, the originally thick layer of dark clouds above the river suddenly became thinner, and after gradually dissipating, it was like a hole was dug out in the sky, and the sunlight that had been blocked for a long time shone through here and sprinkled on the river surface.

The scales of the fish reflected the light, turning each scale into gold, as if they were dancing wildly, adding an even more stunning layer of wonder to the already amazing scene.

Different from the bustling crowd around him, Li Zhuiyuan seemed very calm. He knew that it was not the weather or the fish season that caused this spectacle.

Deep under the water, the golden Buddha statue buried by shackles is falling off, attracting not only the large number of fish above.

The first team arrived. In a sedan chair was a handsome man with his eyes closed. The sixteen sedan bearers were all pretty women.

According to tradition, the team will go ashore after nightfall when everything is quiet, and walk up along the Ghost Street to pay homage to Fengdu.

One by one, shackles rose up and locked them all. Then, wisps of golden light sank into their bodies. The man with his eyes closed in the sedan chair opened his eyes. He no longer looked charming, but instead clasped his hands together.

Then came the second, third, and fourth...

Lin Shuyou led the way and pushed through the crowd. Li Zhuiyuan came to the dock and reached out to touch the river water. Ordinary people could not perceive it with their naked eyes, but if viewed from a shady perspective, the water nearby was as dark as ink.

tonight,

Hundreds of ghosts will rush into the door.

(End of this chapter)