Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 463

Li Zhuiyuan didn't know whether Sun Xi, the young lord of Little Hell, was truly surrendering.

Whether this encounter was a trap or a trap, the young man was unsure.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't bother to think about this problem.

Because it is not necessary.

He arranged for the wolves to do geographical and hydrological surveys all night last night. Even if nothing happens tonight, what's wrong with calling them out for a stroll?

My grandfather often said: "The point of working hard to earn money is that you don't have to worry about spending small amounts of money."

Once Li Zhuiyuan had consolidated and controlled a sufficient amount of resources in this wave, Sun Xi, as a variable, could no longer affect the overall situation, and there was no need to care about what he was thinking.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Sun Xi was so frightened that he opened a wooden box. Immediately, black array flags appeared around it, forming a defensive barrier that protected him.

Immediately, Sun Xi saw a ferocious dragon emerge from the palm of the young man in front of him, which was about to set up an array to break the boundary.

Li Zhuiyuan was indeed setting up an array, but at the same time, he also connected the red thread to Tan Wenbin, allowing Tan Wenbin to use his talent for amplifying the voice of spirit beasts to command the wolf pack.

In the initial stages, the wolf pack is willing to give face and follow commands.

The premise is that your command can produce obvious results for everyone; otherwise, everyone will quickly fight according to their own habits, and gradually deteriorate into going through the motions without putting in any effort and choosing to protect themselves.

As orders were issued, the battlefield situation gradually became clear.

Li Zhuiyuan did not have them disperse to fight one-on-one. Instead, he assigned half of his men to external defense and the other half to focus on attacking one or two Yama Kings, striving to reduce the number of Yama Kings as quickly as possible and roll out the advantage.

The wolf pack is highly skilled; there's no need for micromanagement.

After dividing the battlefield and determining the tactical tone, Li Zhuiyuan selected the outstanding commanders among them and assigned them to lead two or three teams around them.

The large gears drive the smaller gears layer by layer, and after a little break-in, they give a silky smooth feeling.

If the wolf pack could coordinate like this when attacking Lujiazhuang, the resistance time of Lujiazhuang would be greatly shortened, and the attack would be swift and decisive.
However, firstly, Li Zhuiyuan was not "qualified" to command in that way at the time, and secondly, there was no reference performance in Lujiazhuang, so basic data could not be obtained.

Tao Zhuming: "The last commander I admired was Zhao Yi from Jiujiang when I was in Yujia."

Ling Wuxing: "This time there are more people, and the command is better. Moreover, Zhao Yi was also fighting on the front line at that time."

Relying on his powerful physique, Feng Xionglin launched an attack. Behind him, Zhu Yiwen used his folding fan to weaken and suppress the target, Yan Luo. Xu Mofan thrust out a spear from the side ahead of time, breaking through Yan Luo's defenses first. Feng Xionglin crashed into Yan Luo, who collapsed to the ground.

Before it could stand up, a huge black chess piece phantom fell towards it. Amidst a violent roar, the strings of the zither silently attached themselves and began to cut through Yama's massive body.

Feng Xionglin scratched his head, preparing for the second round of attacks while remarking:

"Well, I was saying before that the three of us were familiarizing ourselves with the Dragon King's Decree in advance, but I didn't expect that he had already mastered the skills of how to command everyone to suppress the chaos in the martial world after becoming the Dragon King!"

Feng Xionglin's words expressed the sentiments of the vast majority of people present.

Subduing a pack of wolves is one thing; effectively leading and commanding them is another.

The boys all did it.

Everyone grew up listening to their elders tell stories of the Dragon Kings of past generations. Right now, I really feel like I'm a character in the story, except... a supporting character.

The Yama King of the Lesser Hells cannot compare to the Yama King of Fengdu Hell.

They are strong, and each has its own unique methods, but they also have significant limitations.

Just like back in town, when facing that Yama of the Thread Hammer, Lin Shuyou was restrained and could only keep dodging within its barrier. But after Li Zhuiyuan broke through its thread barrier and Runsheng joined in to pull it apart, the battle was resolved without any damage by simply copying the pattern.

There are nine Yama Kings this time, but they have been living in their own little hells for too long and are not good at cooperating with each other. In order to ensure the success of the ambush, no ghost generals, ghost commanders, or inheritors of the Living Valley were sent along. The lack of cannon fodder also means the lack of a smooth operator.

In Li Zhuiyuan's and the wolf pack's eyes, these nine Yama Kings, those being besieged didn't know how to break through, and those blocked on the outside didn't know how to provide support; they were just like nine huge, dumb geese.

Ultimately, it was because the previous wave of lamplighters had such low average quality, even worse command and coordination, and fell for the trickery of an "insider," allowing Living Valley to win too easily.

But this time, they are facing a fully integrated elite regular army.

"boom."

The first Yama was defeated and disintegrated, his remnant soul hiding inside that seal.

Tan Wenbin: "Gentlemen, please help me keep this seal. Thank you."

If you ask for something in advance, everyone will feel comfortable. If you keep saying you don't want anything, people will feel uneasy.

Furthermore, this seal is not very valuable to begin with, far less valuable than the magical artifacts on Yama's body, and even less valuable than the medicinal properties of Yama himself.

"boom!"

The second Yama fell, his body disintegrating.

Sun Xi brought them out of the Little Hell to ambush them, which was not a problem in itself. However, after the tide turned, the disadvantage of losing the home field advantage would continue to be magnified. Moreover, fighting in the Little Hell left them with nowhere to retreat, while here they could think about retreating back to the Little Hell to make further plans.

The defeat of the two Yama Kings caused the remaining Yama Kings' fighting spirit to waver.

Li Zhuiyuan made advance adjustments to the battlefield, drawing out five teams: Xu Mofan, Zhu Yiwen, Feng Xionglin, Mu Qiuying, and Ling Wuxing. He bluntly instructed them to spare no effort and each block a Yama King.

Xu Mofan and his two companions had already served as leaders and were quite adept at it; Mu Qiuying, in particular, was eager to prove herself.

Of these five teams, Ling Wuxing was the most proactive in getting the job done.

He tore his Five Elements Robe apart, brandished his Thunder Whip, and channeled the power of the earth fire beneath his feet and the heavenly thunder above his head into his body. With the help of his subordinates, he trapped a Yama in a thunder prison he had created, and used the whip to suppress the Yama.

The powerful lightning force flowed continuously through Wu Xing's body, while also evaporating the blood within him.

Li Zhuiyuan's intention was for them to be willing to suffer some injuries in order to tie down the enemy.

A secret technique that directly activates the Five Elements, causing extremely severe side effects!

Tao Zhuming wasn't singled out and continued to play with the others in a relaxed manner, but looking at Ling Wuxing's crazy appearance, Tao Zhuming's face was also very serious.

That young man was truly a master at understanding human nature.

The situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Sun Xi's mouth was agape, and despair was evident on the puppet's face.

"I...I...I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Without warning, Sun Xi suddenly rushed out of the defensive barrier he had set up with the wooden box, as if he had gone mad, and pounced on the location of Li Zhuiyuan and the others.

Runsheng raised the Yellow River shovel, but before he could strike, fire snakes shot out from the puppet Sun Xi's body, and then the entire puppet body exploded on its own.

"Snapped!"

It wasn't very powerful, but it was incredibly bright.

Runsheng closed his eyes.

Even Tan Wenbin, who has snake eyes, and Lin Shuyou, who has vertical pupils, felt a burning pain in their eyes.

At the same moment, the large earthworm that Sun Xi had been sitting on split open, and a wet, pus-covered young man's body slid out.

This is Sun Xi's true form in the mortal realm.

He once told Li Zhuiyuan that his true body was stored in the Valley Master's main hall. Once he possessed his true body, he, the young lord of Little Hell, would have strength no less than Yama.

This time, he also brought his real body.

He hadn't acted earlier because he knew the strength of Li Zhuiyuan and the others, and hoped to let the Yama Kings handle it while he watched the show. But now he knew that if he didn't take a risky move and "capture the king first," the situation would completely collapse!
Ghostly patterns appeared on Sun Xi's body. After getting on all fours, he crawled toward Li Zhuiyuan at an incredible speed.

His timing was impeccable; he used the sensory dizziness created by the puppet's body as a cover, setting the stage for his close-range surprise attack.

He did succeed, because he bypassed Runsheng and Tan Wenbin, while Lin Shuyou, standing behind the boy, was too late to stop him.

The boy was right in front of him, very close, with only the girl by his side.

He had already realized that the boy was both very strong and very weak, and needed protection at all times, because getting close to him would be a disaster!
Sun Xi opened his mouth and spat out a jet-black sword, which he then thrust at the boy!

"boom!"

A violent sound, mixed with a piercing shriek.

Everything was happening too fast. The wolves in the midst of the battle were unaware of the prelude, but they saw sand and dust flying everywhere and smoke billowing up.

At that moment, most people felt a sense of relief, while a surge of hope also arose in their hearts.

A hopeful teenager died suddenly.

Throughout history, countless geniuses have perished in the martial arts world, and this river is known as the mass grave of geniuses of every generation.

One moment of carelessness, one accident, could very well bury a figure who had been suffocating everyone.

Wang Lin slept soundly, unmoved.

Zhu Qing said to Luo Yang beneath him, "Brother, it looks like something bad is going to happen!"

Luo Yang: "Did you see it?" Zhu Qing: "The smoke and ghostly aura haven't dissipated yet, so we don't know the specific outcome."

Luo Yang: "Since you can't see it, don't worry about it or be happy about it."

The smoke and dust settled, and the ghostly aura vanished.

The sword in Sun Xi's mouth stopped a fraction of a meter from Li Zhuiyuan's face.

His incredibly fast body also came to a stop.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at him calmly.

Sun Xi's gaze first moved downwards, then upwards, meeting the boy's eyes, and he made a muffled sound:

"You...you're not setting up an array to break my barrier...you're setting up..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, I set up a defensive formation."

Sun Xi's eyes revealed deep confusion, followed by intense fear.

When I put a turtle shell around myself right from the start, the person in front of me showed no intention of breaking through my barrier. Instead, they focused on setting up a defensive formation, clearly confident that I would break out of the turtle shell and launch a surprise attack.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his finger, and the evil dragon roared, further enhancing the array's effect and fixing Sun Xi even more tightly, making it impossible for him to even move his eyes.

The explosion of the puppets and the creation of cover were actually useless to Li Zhuiyuan.

Even if Runsheng and the others are completely unaware of what's going on outside, I can still issue orders to them through the red line to form a defense.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't do that because Sun Xi insisted on going to the chopping board and lying down there, so he had no reason to stop her.

Runsheng raised the Yellow River shovel, the scars on his body pulsating with each heartbeat. He didn't need to think about anything else; it was as simple as chopping wood at home.

"boom!"

With one shovel strike, dense cracks appeared all over Sun Xi's body, and he looked like he was about to shatter.

Tan Wenbin swung his rusty sword and slashed at Sun Xi's lower abdomen. The resentment and the ghostly energy on Sun Xi's body reacted violently, and Sun Xi's body quickly fell off like tiny mahjong tiles.

Lin Shuyou circled around from behind Xiao Yuan Ge to the front, held his golden mace horizontally, and attached the phantom of a trident to the mace, aiming it at Sun Xi's face.

"puff!"

The golden mace pierced through Sun Xi's nose, causing his entire face to cave in, and a large amount of hot white mist overflowed.

The black sword that Sun Xi had been holding in his mouth fell to the ground. Lin Shuyou kicked it with his toe, flicked it up, and then hooked it with another golden mace.

The sword nurtured within the young lord of Little Hell must be a good thing.

With three forces exerting their power, three solid and heavy blows were delivered, and Sun Xi's body completely disintegrated. However, a dark green shadow detached from his flesh, rising upwards as if trying to escape.

Ah Li raised her hand, palm facing upwards, fingers clenched back.

The zipper on the girl's backpack opened, and a bloody hand swiftly shot out, grabbing Sun Xi's soul as it tried to escape.

Ah Li withdrew her hand.

"Do not!!!"

Accompanied by Sun Xi's final, desperate cry, it was pulled back into the blood porcelain bottle by the blood hand.

Actually, if Li Zhuiyuan hadn't intervened last time, he would have already gone into that bottle.

But if he enters later, he can indeed bring greater benefits.

Runsheng picked up a black stamp from Sun Xi's dismembered body parts, wiped it on his clothes, and handed it to Xiaoyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan accepted the seal. It was small and simple, more noble and exquisite than the Yama seal he had offered to the Great Emperor. It was carved with a ghost head on the top and "Young Lord" on the bottom. It also contained the soul imprint of Sun Xi.

The boy casually sealed it away, put it in his pocket, and then turned to look at the battle on the outside.

Nothing was said.

But the hopes that had been forming in many people's hearts have now transformed into a more rapid and reckless offensive.

Li Zhuiyuan did not make another move, nor did he allow Runsheng and Lin Shuyou to participate.

While the surrounding area was bustling with activity, this central location remained remarkably quiet.

One colossal body after another collapsed, and one Yama after another perished.

As more and more Yama Kings are lost, the remaining Yama Kings will be dealt with more and more quickly.

The last Yama was the most miserable; he was the target of everyone's combined attacks, as everyone unleashed their final blows to end the battle upon him.

It crumbled into nothingness.

Covered in blood and visibly weakened, Ling Wuxing walked into the puddle, bent down, and picked up the last Yama seal that had been flung far away.

Then he looked at the others and opened his palm.

Just like when we were summarizing the measurements last night, those who were temporarily holding the Yama Seal voluntarily handed it over to Ling Wuxing.

Ling Wuxing pursed his dry, bleeding lips, waded through the water to Li Zhuiyuan, and handed over the nine seals.

Runsheng accepted it on his behalf.

Ling Wuxing nodded slightly, said nothing, and turned to walk back.

Li Zhuiyuan addressed everyone, saying, "Rest where you are. The spoils will be distributed between Ling Wuxing and Tao Zhuming."

Everyone sat down on the ground, those who were injured tended to their wounds, and those who were weak recovered their strength.

He ordered Wu Xing to push aside his subordinates who were applying medicine to him, stand up, and go to distribute the spoils of war.

One of Tao Zhuming's servants whispered, "It seems that he values ​​family background more."

"Heh." Tao Zhuming shook his head. "They just think that Lao Ling and I are rich, so they let us two take charge of the distribution, which is tantamount to admitting that two fewer teams are getting less to share the spoils."

Tao Zhuming walked up to Ling Wuxing and saw that Ling Wuxing was holding a notebook and pen, recording who had received their share this time.

Those who didn't get any loot will have priority when the next loot comes.

Tao Zhuming: "Brother, I really admire you."

Ling Wuxing: "I also admire myself a little."

Tao Zhuming: "I'm really afraid you're acting."

Ling Wuxing looked around and laughed, "Isn't everyone just putting on an act?"

Ignoring the blood still flowing from his head, Zhu Yiwen first set up a fire in the pot and put the pickled radish that had been given to him into the pot.

Just as he was about to invite his friends to share the meal, he discovered that Runsheng had already walked away with the boy.

After creating some distance between himself and the wolf pack, Li Zhuiyuan set up a temporary isolation formation.

Runsheng spread out the small offering table, pulled down the portrait of the Great Emperor, and the whole process of worshipping the Great Emperor had long been a muscle memory for him.

After the arrangements were completed, Li Zhuiyuan began the sacrificial ceremony.

Inside the brazier, paper money was burning, and along with Sun Xi's stamp, a total of ten stamps were thrown in by the boy.

Now, Li Zhuiyuan really felt like he had worked hard to earn some money and was rushing to pay off the interest.

The paper money had burned out, and the ashes covered most of the brazier.

Runsheng used a forked stick to poke around inside to make sure that all the offerings had been made.

"Xiao Yuan, it seems there's still one left that hasn't been burned..."

Runsheng reached out to take it; he wasn't bothered by the temperature, but the moment he touched it, he gasped in shock.
"Xiao Yuan, don't take it yet, this is too cold."

The seal in Runsheng's hand was not one of the ten that Li Zhuiyuan burned, but if you looked closely, you could see a slight resemblance to Sun Xi's seal on it.

Sun Xi's seal was probably offered as a sacrifice to the Great Emperor, who then modified it and returned it.

Li Zhuiyuan ignited karmic fire at his fingertips, using it as a barrier to take the seal from Runsheng's hand.

The base of this seal is composed of densely packed kneeling ghosts, and a black Qilin is carved on the base, with its head raised and its feet trampling on thousands of ghosts.

Li Zhuiyuan raised it up and looked down. What should have been the words "Young Lord" had been given two prefixes: "The Righteous Ruler of the Four Directions - Young Lord of Fengdu".

This can no longer be called a seal; it should be called a seal... the Ghost Seal of Fengdu.

At this moment, a cold wind appeared in the formation that should have isolated the outside world.

A wisp of ash was swept out of the brazier and landed on the table, forming a line of majestic and vigorous characters:
Am I, the young lord of Fengdu, ashamed to be seen by others?

(End of this chapter)