Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 468

Since the start of this wave, Li Zhuiyuan has been preventing A Li from making a formal move.

Firstly, using the power of the Blood Porcelain Bottle would be very taxing for Ah Li, and secondly, there was no real need for her to take action.

In some situations, Ah Li can simply summon the Blood Hand from the Blood Porcelain Bottle to handle the situation.

But before Li Zhuiyuan sat down in front of Sun Qinghua, the last person he looked at was A Li.

This is the delivery from the back.

Leaving Ah Li inside the formation wasn't to ensure her safety, but rather because Li Zhuiyuan needed Ah Li by his side to ensure his own safety.

When the assembled three-colored fleshy humanoid figure appeared in front of the formation, it was indeed thanks to Ah Li's timely intervention that the situation, which was on the verge of collapse, was stabilized.

However, Ah Li's real advantage is not summoning generals, who are suitable for close combat, but rather evil spirits with special abilities.

But for now, we can only address the immediate crisis.

Tan Wenbin, who was in charge of battlefield coordination and was also using his abilities to help the front-line defense, turned to look at the girl.

Brother Xiao Yuan is using a secret technique; the red thread connecting the members of this team has long been severed.

The girl ignored Tan Wenbin's gaze.

Well, ignoring it is better than seeing it at this moment.

Tan Wenbin turned his attention back to the front-line report:
"With nothing happening in the rear, keep holding on. The more frantic they become, the closer we are to our victory!"

Ah Li's gaze remained fixed on the three-colored fleshy humanoid figure that had been knocked away. The opponent was still within the danger zone and could break into the formation with a single dash.

Moreover, we cannot simply defend passively. Even if this tumor cannot break through here, turning back to attack the rear of the defensive line could cause the already crumbling defensive line to collapse.

Ah Li doesn't speak, but as a girl who can play many games of blind chess with a boy for a long time and maintain an absolute winning rate, she is not lacking in vision and perspective.

The general charged forward, quickly reaching the tumor. He stretched out his arms, his sharp, blood-stained fingernails piercing through the tumor's body.

The tumor-shaped humanoid was enormous; even a general would appear like a child in its presence.

Fortunately, this three-colored tumor was pieced together from three tumor-shaped humanoids that were not good at close combat, which made its close combat ability relatively weak.

Ah Li formed hand seals.

A cold wind blew up the girl's clothes and made her hair fly wildly.

A series of dragon shadows, formed from yin energy, circled around the girl, thus achieving the most precise control over the general.

The general was sealed by the corpse driver, and the two were almost merged. However, the corpse driver's greatest skill was not actually driving corpses, but controlling them.

"puff……"

After tearing open the fleshy tumor with his fingernails, the general slammed into the tumor's body, stomped one foot, stretched out his arms, and transformed his body into a "corpse-driving pole," treating this enormous, three-colored fleshy tumor-shaped humanoid as the corpse he was to drive.

Ah Li brings her index and middle fingers together, crosses her wrists in front of her body, and presses her fingertips downwards.

"Om."

The general lowered his body, intending to use his own body as a nail to pin down the tumor.

The three-colored tumor-like humanoid creature rebelled, trying to break free.

Ah Li was unable to press down with her fingertips, and her wrist trembled violently.

As the standoff continued, more and more blood began to seep from the girl's mouth.

However, the girl's expression remained unchanged throughout; there was no ferocity, no pain, only calmness.

When her body became so calm that it could no longer withstand the strain of this tug-of-war, her blood and qi reversed course, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. This mouthful of blood was immediately absorbed and condensed at the girl's hands, triggering an even greater magical effect.

at last,

The girl successfully pressed her wrist down, her fingertips pointing straight down.

"boom!"

The general has taken root in the land!

No matter how the three-colored fleshy tumor-like humanoid tried, it could not escape the general inside its body.

The spell continued, and the general formed from the blood porcelain bottle still needed her control, but it was easier than before.

At least, the three-colored fleshy humanoid figure cannot detach itself until its energy is exhausted.

Luo Xiaoyu, who witnessed the whole thing, swallowed hard.

Even though that three-colored fleshy humanoid figure wasn't as ferocious as the ones charging the defensive line in front, it was still here as a safety net.

Most importantly, those who were blocking the way could only stop them by fighting a bloody battle where they would lose time, but this girl managed to suppress a fleshy tumor all by herself.

Even if the tumor can heal at any time, it can't be removed, so it's meaningless right now.

Luo Xiaoyu didn't dare to try to put himself in that situation to see if he could do it. If it were him, he would have been turned into a pile of minced meat when he collided with that tumor just now.

At this moment, the feelings that had already been expressed were once again filled with intense jealousy.

Why is it that when I'm biding my time, my senior sister thinks I have no future and goes to my senior brother, while my junior sister feels she can't rely on me and goes to her junior brother?

While he was keeping a low profile, he had a stunningly beautiful girl of the same age by his side.

It's all about youth, so why is there such a huge gap between mine and yours?!

Jealousy is not entirely a negative thing; it depends on how you guide it.

The intense flames of jealousy transformed into a raging fighting spirit, unleashing Luo Xiaoyu's potential.

The black and white chess pieces in front of Luo Xiaoyu each emitted black mist and white smoke. The placement of each piece not only formed a formation but also shaped the feng shui.

At this point, he officially entered the level of Feng Shui formation.

The formation, which had been struggling to maintain its strength, was instantly reinforced, and Zhu Yiwen and the other formation masters felt a weight lifted off their shoulders.

Meanwhile, Luo Xiaoyu continued to make frantic moves, engaging in a fierce battle with the fleshy figure dressed in Confucian robes opposite him, creating a worthy opponent.

After a long period of dormancy throughout his youth, at a crucial moment, he encountered the head of the Twin Dragon Kings family, and Luo Xiaoyu persevered.

Not only did they not lose their composure, but they also took the opportunity to complete their final deep squat before jumping to build up their strength.

This remarkable achievement, even if it didn't amaze others, illuminated his own brilliance even more.

A bitter taste rose in Zhu Yiwen's mouth, partly from seeing others break through on the battlefield, and partly from the corpse poison creeping onto his tongue.

That person had no interest in competing anymore, but he couldn't accept that he would continue to be worse than others.

However, this kind of understanding of array formations is not something that can be acquired at will. Zhu Yiwen admitted that Luo Xiaoyu's accumulated knowledge of array formations was much deeper than his own.

But, a person's stomach is like their character.

This kind of unconventional guy was ridiculed and looked down upon by his family since childhood, and he was most likely to take a risky path.

Zhu Yiwen stopped suppressing the corpse poison in his body and let it erupt freely.

His fingertips turned black, and his face turned bluish-green.

With Luo Xiaoyu presiding over the grand formation, Zhu Yiwen broke free from its support, rose a step, stood before the formation, unfolded his folding fan, and spoke:

"Brother Luo, help me spread the restriction!"

Luo Xiaoyu remained silent, but made an extra move to pave the way for Zhu Yiwen.

Zhu Yiwen waved his folding fan, and several arrays appeared in front of the fleshy, Confucian-robed figure.

This formation was simple; the opponent broke it with a mere flick of their wrist.

Then, several more formations were erected, only to be broken.

In a duel between high-level formation masters, this low-level formation has no effect whatsoever on the situation.

But as more and more of these small formations broke, strange formation patterns began to spread across the fleshy, tumor-like figure in Confucian robes. It tried to dispel them, but could not.

The tumor itself is an evil spirit, and this corpse energy is the perfect mortal for it to attach itself to.

Zhu Yiwen's lips were purplish, his teeth were black, and his eyes shone with a bluish-green light, yet he wore a smile on his face.

This time, he's putting on a brave face at the cost of mortgaging his health and future!
He didn't care about the effects of the corpse poison seeping into his body; he only wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest when he was in the mood.

After array patterns appeared on the fleshy, Confucian-robed humanoid figure, it had a huge impact on it, completely distorting its subsequent manipulation of arrays.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luo Xiaoyu made a series of heavy moves, first neutralizing the opponent's attack on his own formation, then breaking through the opponent's own defense, and finally smashing the last piece hard against the opponent.

"Snapped!"

The Confucian scholar's robes were covered in sarcomas, and half of his body had collapsed.

If Luo Xiaoyu had played another move, he could have caused the opponent's body to collapse, but he didn't do that because even if he completely destroyed the opponent, he could recover immediately. Instead, he helped the opponent remove the restriction that Zhu Yiwen had placed on him.

Having freed up his energy, Luo Xiaoyu immediately began to cooperate with Mu Qiuying and Tao Zhuming to deal with the other two tumors. Zhu Yiwen continued to fan himself with his folding fan without stopping, keeping up with the progress.

Luo Xiaoyu glanced at him and warned, "If you don't stop now, you'll suffer a huge loss."

At this moment, lividity had appeared on Zhu Yiwen's face.

Some injuries, even if they can be healed with good deeds, may result in a living corpse, turning the person into an evil spirit, almost completely cutting off their path forward.

Zhu Yiwen: "Shut up, don't spoil your grandpa Wen's enjoyment!"

Luo Xiaoyu smiled.

Yes, he wasn't the only one whose youth was suppressed.

Mu Qiuying breathed a sigh of relief. Previously, she had let go of her obsession, but now, after witnessing Ah Li successfully suppress a fleshy tumor, she had a new direction.

When she was a child, facing the ancestral tablets in her family and listening to the elders tell stories of their ancestors, she was puzzled as to why, even though the ancestors were so powerful, they still worshipped the Liu family as the Dragon King and did not light lamps themselves.

Because our ancestor was also a proud and ambitious person, he encountered someone he truly admired and was willing to follow.

Her ten fingers, already cracked from playing the zither, continued to rise higher and higher. The sharp, overflowing sound cut into her flesh, making her look as if she were being disfigured, but she remained unmoved and continued to raise the pitch.

She had no way to break through on the front lines, nor could she take any unconventional approaches; all she could pick up was the unwavering support and watchful spirit of her ancestors.

With Luo Xiaoyu's assistance using formations and Zhu Yiwen's coordination with restrictions, the music immediately became solid and eerie.

Mu Qiuying inserted her skeletal, fleshy hands into the zither, then pulled off the strings, which she then pulled together to wrap around her neck before finally spreading her hands apart.

Pieces of flesh kept falling off her body.

Black patterns first appeared on the fleshy, tumor-like humanoid figure dressed in a Taoist robe, and then it was bound by invisible threads. No matter how it resisted, its throat remained hoarse, and the ghostly howl had to stop.

Tao Zhuming raised his chin.

At first, he focused a small portion of his attention on Ling Wuxing.

Tao Zhuming could understand why Runsheng and Lin Shuyou could take on a tumor-like humanoid figure single-handedly. Without such team strength, that young head of the Shuangmenting family wouldn't be qualified to have everyone set up a stage for him.

But you command the five elements, so why can you take on the challenge one-on-one?
Although this was a fake one-on-one fight, with injuries being exchanged from the start, and Tan Wenbin had already made arrangements to help Runsheng after he had regrouped, it still couldn't erase the fact that Ling Wuxing was a level below those two!

In particular, Ling Wuxing does not follow a pure martial arts path. The Ling family combines thunder magic with body refinement, leaning more towards dual cultivation of technique and body, pursuing the ultimate explosive power.

But even the strongest explosive power is meaningless against this kind of indestructible tumor.

But when did you make the Five Elements last so long without anyone noticing?
We're all from the Dragon King's lineage, so it's normal for your Five Elements to be a step ahead of your peers, but it's unreasonable for you to be half a step ahead of me!

Tao Zhuming was unaware that Ling Wuxing had obtained something valuable from Li Zhuiyuan.

He didn't believe that anyone in the world could improve the Dragon King's family's secret techniques with just a glance or a little thought.

Even Ling Wuxing didn't believe it when he saw the notebook.

Moreover, he had already been a loyal friend, repeatedly hinting to Tao Zhuming several times that he should "do more work."

The main reason is that this matter cannot be discussed openly, because any improvement to a martial arts technique or secret method is extremely rare and precious, and he cannot publicize it and take advantage of others.

In short, Tao Zhuming's resentment and anger had been building up for a long time.

The three players next door, Luo Xiaoyu, Zhu Yiwen, and Mu Qiuying, all gained momentum and suppressed their respective opponents.

It looks like they're about to come and help me.

Do I, the inheritor of the Dragon King Tao family, need your help?
Tao Zhuming spread his hands and looked at the fleshy, robed humanoid figure in the distance who had been exchanging magical attacks with him.

"Use essence and blood as a seal to stabilize the body!"

Tao Zhuming's eyes were sunken, and his body's essence and blood overflowed, gathering in the square seal in his hand.

"Use the living soul as a seal to suppress the spirit!"

Tao Zhuming looked listless and his breath was weak.

"May the common people be the seal, and may the Dao be protected!"

Luo Xiaoyu was preparing to set up an array to coordinate his attack, but his initial move was thwarted by the aura leaked from the opponent's seal.

Zhu Yiwen ground his teeth, which were already becoming sharper: That's good, it's not just me who's going crazy.

Tao Zhuming unleashed the square seal in his hand, charging straight at the fleshy tumor on the imperial robe with unstoppable momentum.

The tumor on the imperial robe released a series of ghost faces, all of which were pierced and shattered by Fang Yin, and the ghost fire contained in the mouths of the ghost faces was also swept back.

"boom!"

The emperor's robes and fleshy body were smashed open from the middle.

Tao Zhuming placed his right thumb against his brow, causing it to split open. He then sat cross-legged, transforming himself into an axis, intending to suppress the fleshy growth on the imperial robe with a square seal.

However, while his center of gravity shifted downwards, it only shifted halfway down. The resistance from the tumor on his imperial robe prevented his suppression from succeeding.

Tao Zhuming was very anxious. He knew that if he didn't succeed soon, he would have no reason to stop others from helping him.

No, we can't let others help us.

That girl could suppress a tumor all by herself, and so can Tao Zhuming!

"His!"

The shirt ripped open, revealing three marks on the chest.

These three seals were held by three Dragon Kings in the history of the Tao family. When a member of the Tao family is enlightened, he will be guided by the clan elders to use the Dragon King's seal to imprint his wisdom. Those who can leave a mark on the seal are of excellent quality.

When Tao Zhuming attained enlightenment, he inherited three seals in one go, which directly established his dominant position in the competition among the Tao family members of that generation.

At this moment, the three imprints were activated, leaving the body and crashing into the fleshy tumor in the imperial robe.

"Boom!"

Tao Zhuming successfully landed and suppressed the tumor on the imperial robe!

But it was clear that his suppression was very difficult; his body was trembling constantly, as if he were sitting on a volcano, about to be erupted and pushed open at any moment.

Tao Zhuming glanced at A Li with difficulty out of the corner of his eye.

"Pfft!"

Ah Li's left hand continued to form hand seals, while her right hand reached into the outer pocket of her backpack, where a can of Jianlibao was tucked, and she opened the pull tab.

The straw was also in this side pocket. First, I pulled it out, then inserted it into the beverage can. Then I took the Jianlibao (a type of Chinese liquor) out of the outer pocket, brought it to my face, opened my mouth, and bit the straw.

Tao Zhuming: "..."

On the formation side, each side has already suppressed its opponent.

But this suppression cannot last long; it is achieved by playing one's trump cards.

Anyone who takes them out of this environment and puts them in a third-party perspective would think this is a foolish move, because it is tantamount to cutting off their own escape route.

If things don't go smoothly, they, who are already severely overdrawn, may not even be able to escape in time. Moreover, such behavior is no less than exposing their vulnerable belly to their competitors.

Their impulsive actions were not only driven by passion, but also by the support of the rules established by Li Zhuiyuan within the wolf pack.

For them, losing is not scary, dying is not scary, but losing and dying in a frustrating way is the most unacceptable.

The rear has completed its duties and tasks; now it's time to look to the front lines.

When the sarcoma-like figures get excited, there's really no way to keep hiding your strength if you want to stop them.

The monk Yayoi's staff was covered in pus. At this moment, golden blood flowed from the left side of his body, like a golden Buddha in the world; black energy emanated from the right side, like a demon being born.

The monk was the main force, responsible for blocking and dealing damage, while the lamplighters around him did everything they could to help him share the pressure and provide him with a chance to catch his breath.

Luo Yang's palm technique was so skillful that his sister, who was originally being carried on his back, was repeatedly thrown off, circling the fleshy tumor several times before falling back onto her brother's back to regain her strength.

The brother's palm energy was channeled by the sister, and the two siblings joined forces, as if countless palm prints were being continuously applied to the fleshy tumor, forming a cage that trapped it.

The brother and sister's cooperation was simple and unadorned, much like the image of a heavy sword without an edge. However, their palm shadows had changed from yellow to white and then to red, indicating that they were using up their life force.

Feng Xionglin: "Brother Xu, come on in, don't be shy!"

Xu Mofan didn't stand on ceremony.

After punching his chest with both fists, Feng Xionglin suddenly stretched out his arms. Xu Mofan's spear tip pierced through and spun around, tearing out Feng Xionglin's tendons. He then used his movement technique to quickly approach the fleshy, tumor-like human figure.

Ignoring the sword energy washing over him, Xu Mofan focused on manipulating the spear. After creating some distance, Feng Xionglin's tendons were bound together with the fleshy humanoid figure.

Xu Mofan lowered his head, clutched his chest, and swayed for a moment before immediately raising his gun again and pulling the trigger cable back.

"Ahhh!"

Feng Xionglin roared continuously, moving in sync with Xu Mofan's movements. The two of them, in this literally bloody manner, trapped the tumor-like humanoid figure in the middle, making it impossible for it to move.

"boom!"

Runsheng punched the tumor in front of him, then turned to the other side, causing the Five Elements to end their entanglement and switch sides with Runsheng.

Compared to Runsheng's initial purely helpful role, the Five Elements now integrate in a more harmonious way. Runsheng takes the lead in attacking, while he focuses on restraining. When Runsheng smashes one of the demons, he goes to entangle the other. Together, the two of them stop the two fleshy tumors.

In the past, the Qin family would have loved such fierce battles, but this time their opponent could be smashed and rebuilt countless times, and the Qin family could no longer endure it.

The nine evil dragon phantoms on Runsheng's body had become blurred and dissipated, making Wuxing's condition even worse. He could even smell the burning sensation of his bones being charred by electricity.

Each time Lin Shuyou charged forward, he would smash parts of the tumor in front of him, sustaining injuries himself, before retreating and charging again.

Ah You wanted to free up his hands to roam and provide support, but he was stuck in one spot, facing off against the enemy. Even though the sacrifices on the other side of Hell were still going on, his speed and strength had to decline as his injuries worsened.

This kind of blocking is really unfair. If the other side only had three lives, or even doubled their lives, our side would have won long ago. But now we have to burn our own lives to block them.

The only exception was Wang Lin.

The chubby boy kept calling for backup while fighting.

Tan Wenbin had no support to mobilize, and even if he did, he would never be given a single attendant, because he still had the energy to call for reinforcements.

Currently, both the front and rear defenses have stabilized thanks to a collective burst of energy, but this situation clearly cannot be sustained for long.

Even Tan Wenbin had to admit that everyone had done their best to buy time for Xiao Yuan.

To witness such a scene of "united as one" on the river is truly an incredible miracle.

However, if Brother Xiaoyuan fails to succeed in time, the fate awaiting everyone will be a near total annihilation. Except for a very few, most people will no longer even have the basic condition to escape when the Little Hell is revived.

Tan Wenbin: "Just hold on a little longer, and we'll win!"

After shouting this, the other spirit beasts on Tan Wenbin's body fell asleep due to extreme exhaustion. He simply threw out the rusty sword, and the power of the Blood Ape burned on his body.

With no reserves and no spare capacity to deploy, the commander himself took to the field.

Ah Li finished drinking the can of beverage in her hand and threw it on the ground.

The girl only keeps the boy's copy.

She reached out and touched the Jianlibao (a type of Chinese herbal tea) in the outer pocket on the other side of her backpack. She didn't open it or take it out; it was for the boy later.

Ah Li's left hand continued to form hand seals. After finishing the drink, the sweet taste in her throat grew stronger and stronger; it was the taste of her own blood.

Mu Qiuying could no longer hold on. She looked almost inhuman now, like a piece of white meat being sliced ​​off a plate.

The girl turned around and looked at her.

Mu Qiuying's previously unfocused gaze sharpened again.

The girl's surname is Qin, but she is the granddaughter of Old Madam Liu and has the blood of the Liu family flowing through her veins.

Mu Qiuying knew that if the Liu family had not suffered a misfortune and declined, and if the girl had walked across the river by herself with a lamp, she would have had a very high chance of becoming her follower.

The girl looked at Zhu Yiwen again. Zhu Yiwen was already exhaling corpse energy, and his lips could no longer cover his two fangs. But after sensing the girl's gaze, he straightened his chest again and let out a low growl that was close to that of a zombie.

A-Li looked at Luo Xiaoyu.

Luo Xiaoyu continued to place his pieces, but his chessboard was already cracked, and the black and white pieces were gradually showing signs of death. He sat there, as if he were about to pass away.

Noticing the girl's gaze, Luo Xiaoyu's eyes revealed a kind of reminiscence similar to that of an old person on their deathbed. At this moment, all hatred and obsession vanished, leaving only the purest beauty to savor:
Senior sister's legs are so long, junior sister's breasts are so big.

Tao Zhuming was also at his limit, but he tried to adjust himself to look as relaxed and natural as possible in order to meet the girl's gaze.

But the girl didn't look at him.

Tao Zhuming: Yes, as someone who also comes from the Dragon King's family, she should have enough confidence in me, so there's no need to worry.

At the deepest part of the formation, all the defensive lines guard the target.

Li Zhuiyuan and Sun Qinghua sat facing each other.

The boy finally completed the subtraction of Sun Qinghua's spiritual thoughts.

His consciousness entered into this extremely youthful, pruned spirit.

In his youth, Sun Qinghua wore a yellow robe, had long hair, and stood on a mountain peak with a sword in hand, admiring the beautiful scenery while also letting the scenery admire him.

Sun Qinghua noticed Li Zhuiyuan standing beside him and said:

"Kid, it's dangerous here. You shouldn't be playing here. Go back to your parents."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Where is it dangerous?"

Sun Qinghua pointed to a spot in the distance with his sword in hand: "There, there's a big ghost. That big ghost loves to eat children. Are you scared?"

Before Li Zhuiyuan could answer, Sun Qinghua spoke up himself:
"It's alright, I'll kill this scoundrel and restore peace and beauty to this place!"

The memory flashed rapidly, and when it stopped again, the scene landed in a valley.

The Demon Mother is dead.

Sun Qinghua stood there, leaning on his sword, severely injured, his wounds permeated by the aura of the Ghost Mother.

Turning his head to the side, Sun Qinghua looked at Li Zhuiyuan and smiled:
"Kid, you can play here as you please from now on, there's no danger."

After saying that, Sun Qinghua flicked his hair, but his hair was covered with hardened clumps of blood and stood up straight.

"Alas, I am going to die. What a pity. I am still so young. But it's also good to die while I am still so handsome and dashing."

Sun Qinghua drew his sword, cut a stone tablet from the rock wall, and began to write on it.

Ignoring the rapidly fading vitality, he continued writing intermittently, striving to organize his words so that future generations who pass by and see this monument would be able to read his free and unrestrained style from the text.

After finishing, he slumped down in front of the stone tablet and asked:

"Kid, what do you think of this inscription?"

"very good."

"Haha, yeah, I think it's great too."

Later, as Sun Qinghua was about to be completely swallowed by his body, he looked back at the twelve stone coffins, searching again and again for what must have been himself at that moment.

Sun Qinghua slowly lowered his head.

His life was coming to an end; he was going to die.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand.

Sun Qinghua lowered his head and then raised it again.

He looked at Li Zhuiyuan blankly and asked, "Kid, what's wrong? I'm so sleepy?"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the opposite side.

Following the direction, Sun Qinghua saw the Ghost Mother rise again from the pool of blood.

"This evil spirit is still alive!"

Sun Qinghua wanted to stand up and fight again, but he found that he did not have the strength to do so.

"me……"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I can help you get back on your feet, but can you continue to overcome it?"

Sun Qinghua: "Of course!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "My power will destroy people's minds and drive them into madness."

Sun Qinghua: "As long as I can eliminate evil spirits and maintain peace in the world, I am willing to accept any price!"

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Sun Qinghua, raised his hand, and just as the boy's fingertips were about to touch Sun Qinghua's brow, he saw another gaze in Sun Qinghua's eyes.

That gaze was no longer young; it was aged, weathered, decaying, desperate, and lost…

This is the last remaining trace of consciousness in Sun Qinghua's withered body in reality.

Seeing that Li Zhuiyuan had stopped moving, the gaze began to plead with the boy.

Whether he regrets achieving immortality or fails to do so, he has failed. At this moment, he longs to relive his youth.

The resurrected Ghost Mother continued to expand, growing to an exaggerated size that covered the entire valley, making the area where Li Zhuiyuan and Sun Qinghua were located appear like a small boat on a black lake.

Sun Qinghua: "Hurry, we're going to be late! I need to kill the evil spirits!"

Li Zhuiyuan pressed his fingertips against Sun Qinghua's brow.

In reality, Li Zhuiyuan did the same thing.

The Black Book Secret Technique: Reversal.

Deep within the spirit of the young man lies Siyuan Village.

One by one, the fish flew up into the sky.

As the water level dropped rapidly, with a "thud," the boat on which the main body was standing ran aground.

Looking around, the entire village was a scene of devastation after the floodwaters receded.

……

Sun Qinghua, who had been as thin as dry firewood, regained his fullness.

His skin, his hair, and even the age he looks are all becoming younger.

He had used twelve corpses to live twelve different lives in the past. When he finally perished, he searched desperately but could not find his true self because he had long forgotten what he was like in the past.

Now, the young Sun Qinghua has returned.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes.

There was no ease in the boy's eyes, because Sun Qinghua, who had just become younger, had developed festering sores all over his body again.

This time, Sun Qinghua didn't let go as easily as before, but he couldn't maintain it for long either.

"what……"

Sun Qinghua tilted his head back and made a sound in his throat.

The short-term effect was noticeable: the umbilical cords that could not be severed on all the sarcomas withered, meaning that they lost their self-healing ability for a short period of time.

Sun Qinghua: "Child, I can't withstand the pressure from this demon mother. Why has it become so powerful and terrifying? I feel so weak, I can't hold on much longer!"

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Sun Qinghua. The boy didn't tell him directly that what he was actually fighting against was himself.

You can't imagine what a terrifying version of yourself you'll become through generations of planning and scheming.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hang in there a little longer, give me some time, for the sake of this beautiful scenery."

Sun Qinghua's neck kept turning stiffly, but it was clear that he was nodding vigorously.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, walked to A Li's side, and scanned the entire room to get a grasp of the current situation.

"Everyone, kill your opponents at all costs!"

Ah Li made a hand seal, quickly raising her downward-pointing fingertips upwards and then separating them to the sides.

The general exploded, and the tumor that had been held in place by the general was also blown apart.

A tightness gripped Ah Li's chest, and the world before her eyes became bizarre and grotesque, filled with countless grotesque figures and curses.

The girl closed her eyes, enduring severe backlash and immense pain, but she still reached behind her to take out the Jianlibao (a popular Chinese soft drink) and straw, opened the pull tab, inserted the straw, and handed it to the boy beside her.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and took it, then took a sip.

Ah Li opened her eyes, the terror subsided, and she was no longer lost.

Luo Xiaoyu placed a piece on the empty board and slammed his palm onto the board. The lumpy, Confucian-style chess piece he was playing against collapsed, and he collapsed onto the shattered board, convulsing all over.

Mu Qiuying tightened the strings of her zither, emitting a sharp whistle. The fleshy humanoid figure dressed in a Taoist robe was cut into countless pieces. Mu Qiuying herself slumped to the ground, like a pile of building blocks that would collapse at the slightest touch.

While Luo Xiaoyu and Mu Qiuying were making their move, Zhu Yiwen was also exhausting himself in cooperating with the creation of the restriction.

After completing the mission, Zhu Yiwen completely lost control. His eyes lost their sanity, and he only had a desire for fresh blood. Everyone else around him was either exhausted or very broken. His attention immediately fell on the boy.

He licked his lips, raised his arms, and jumped over.

Li Zhuiyuan held a talisman between his fingers and flung it out without turning his head. The sealing talisman, personally drawn by A Li, struck Zhu Yiwen squarely between the eyebrows. Zhu Yiwen plummeted to the ground, standing there blankly, motionless.

Tao Zhuming: "Help...help...help me..."

Tao Zhuming was unable to crush the imperial robe tumor he had suppressed on his own.

He tried his best, but it was not enough, so he could only seek help from Li Zhuiyuan.

They can distinguish between what's important and what's not, knowing when they can be willful and when they have to accept their fate.

Li Zhuiyuan walked behind Tao Zhuming, and the evil dragon flew out, hovering above Tao Zhuming's head.

A new force was injected, and Tao Zhuming successfully activated the seal, causing the tumor on the imperial robe to dissolve in a burst of light.

Tao Zhuming bled from all seven orifices.

Li Zhuiyuan: "He was the one in which the Valley Master built the Little Hell and officially became the Lord of Hell. He was the strongest among these beings."

Tao Zhuming's lips twitched into a smile.

The monk Yayoi, a fusion of Buddha and demon, plunged his staff into the tumor before him, then stirred it, causing pus to splatter everywhere in an instant.

The monk stood with one hand supporting his staff, the other hand held upright in front of him, his breath extremely weak, almost at the point of death.

Xu Mofan swept his spear horizontally, causing Feng Xionglin's tendons and skin to fly off, and the tumor-shaped humanoid figure to turn into a small mountain of flesh.

Feng Xionglin lay on the ground, his skin and flesh turned inside out, tendons and skin hanging out, his eyes lifeless.

Xu Mofan held the gun, trying to stand, but couldn't, and knelt down along the gun barrel.

With a barrage of palm strikes, the pus inside the tumor was completely squeezed out, and it collapsed with a thud.

Luo Yang lunged forward one last time, landing on all fours and kneeling on the ground. Zhu Qing landed right on his back, and the brother and sister were piled on top of each other.

The older brother raised his hand to sense his younger sister's breath.

The younger sister placed her hand in front of her older brother:
"Brother, what number is this?"

Not all snipers who are spotters can land the final blow on the tumor-like humanoid figure in front of them.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Wang Lin, who was still there, evenly matched with the smallest tumor.

"Runsheng, in twenty breaths, open your qi gates fully. If Wang Lin is still standing, kill him first!"

Many of the people lying on the ground smiled when they heard the boy's command.

While everyone could accept collective severe injuries and overexertion, Li Zhuiyuan's side still had reserves, but he couldn't rest easy, as there was still someone who dared to keep his trump card hidden.

Runsheng's gaze fell on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin felt a chill on his neck. He knew that the boy was not threatening him.

The chubby boy lunged forward, twice as fast as before, and directly towered over the head of the fleshy tumor in front of him, slapping it down with his palm.

"Buzz!"

Dense black characters overflowed from his palm, covering the entire fleshy tumor. Then the characters caught fire, incinerating the tumor.

After landing, the chubby boy swayed and appeared to be about to fall.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Ten breaths left!"

Wang Lin opened his eyes, then lay down heavily on his side and closed them again.

Among the remaining fleshy humanoids, one, two, three... all had writing appear on their bodies, which restricted their movements.

With each restriction, a section of Wang Lin's chest would collapse, blood would gush out, his body would tremble violently, and in the end, his eyes would roll back, and he would almost faint.

"boom!"

Runqi opened its energy gates, and the scars on its body seemed to come alive, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy.

At that moment, everyone felt a strong sense of unease.

If in the past one was merely bowing down due to circumstances, then with this level of power being displayed, no one can still harbor any illusions.

The situation had already been set up.

With one punch, he smashed the tumor in front of him to pieces; with another punch, he smashed another one to pieces.

As Ling Wuxing knelt on one knee, watching the awe-inspiring surge of energy from the fist, the descriptions of the Qin family from his grandfather's generation came vividly to life in his mind.

With such overwhelming force and such severe injuries, even with his power amplified by opening all his energy gates, Runsheng could no longer unleash as many punches as he had in the past.

Lin Shuyou pulled out the talisman needle.

Tan Wenbin appeared behind the fleshy tumor in front of Lin Shuyou, his rusty sword piercing through the tumor's foot, pouring in resentment to fix it in place.

After doing all this, Tan Wenbin quickly retreated, shaking his head at Ayou.

In any case, Xiao Yuan needs to have someone in good condition by his side.

Ah You put the talisman needle back.

Runsheng punched, smashing the fleshy, tumor-like humanoid figure to pieces.

After that punch, Runsheng staggered back several steps and sat down on the ground.

Despite feeling completely weak and experiencing excruciating pain, Runsheng didn't take it seriously. Instead, he began to worry whether he would still have the strength to walk into Fengdu Ghost City in a few days.

The ghost town is on the mountain, the ghost street also faces upwards, and the coffin shop is even higher up. Walking around... is quite tiring.

The tumour-like humanoids, unable to continuously replenish and repair themselves from their bodies, were no longer so terrifying. Once they were all eliminated, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and looked at Sun Qinghua.

At this moment, Sun Qinghua's lower body was almost completely ulcerated and suppurating. In a little while, the restraining effect on this enormous body would also disappear.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his backpack and took out a prefabricated supply.

I feel quite embarrassed. My master made such a big bet, and I still fed Him pre-made canned food.

But this thing is indeed convenient.

Once the plastic wrap is torn off, fruits, side dishes, and drinks are readily available, and incense and candles light automatically. Moreover, considering that Runsheng and Li Zhuiyuan worship the Great Emperor very frequently, a pole resembling a TV antenna has been specially added to the prefabricated small offering table. As long as it is pulled out and then pulled outward, it can be pulled out like a sail to reveal the portrait of the Fengdu Great Emperor.

Li Zhuiyuan placed the small offering table in front of Sun Qinghua.

The boy spoke:

"If you cannot control the Demon Mother, it will go out of control and harm the surrounding creatures."

There is only one way to completely avert this calamity: you must take this demon mother with you to worship the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and then lead her into Fengdu Hell.

This is the only way to satisfactorily resolve the current situation:

Let Sun Qinghua, as the Valley Master, submit to Fengdu.

In this way, it's as if the emperor has absolute causal and legal reasoning to take over this mess.

Given the vastness and immensity of Fengdu Hell, suppressing the smaller hells below would prevent them from shaking for a short period of time without any problems.

The Emperor would certainly be extremely pleased, as this is the perfect interest rate he desires most.

Li Zhuiyuan wasn't solely focused on the Emperor's benefit; rather, it was a solution provided by Heaven—to puncture the abscess in advance and reduce its harm.

From the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, allowing the Great Emperor to control a small hell in addition to Fengdu is tantamount to adding another tail to an already uncontrollable scourge.

But Li Zhuiyuan felt that he didn't seem to have any reason to consider the will of Heaven in such matters. Even if there might be a great flood in the future, at least for now, things would be calm.

The boy could have manipulated Sun Qinghua into performing the ritual, but he didn't because he wanted to give Sun Qinghua some respect before his death.

In fact, the Sun Qinghua who erected the second stone tablet and came back to life was not, strictly speaking, the original Sun Qinghua.

Sun Qinghua: "In this way, can we avoid widespread bloodshed?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Sun Qinghua: "The Great Emperor of Fengdu..."

Li Zhuiyuan saw a look of bewilderment and helplessness on Sun Qinghua's face as if he had just heard about a mythological figure. At the same time, the young man also caught a glimpse of resentment deep in Sun Qinghua's eyes.

The former was a normal reaction from the young Sun Qinghua, while the latter was the instinctive rejection from the current Sun Qinghua. After all, all twelve generations had been imitating the Great Emperor's immortality, and in the end, everything they had nurtured had to be sacrificed to the Great Emperor. It would be difficult for anyone to remain calm in that situation.

However, the dominant figure now is the young Sun Qinghua.

“Alright, I’ll perform the sacrifice…”

Li Zhuiyuan spread his palms out and pressed them down, and a majestic ghostly phantom appeared behind the boy.

When this aura appeared, everyone except the monk Yayoi showed the expected shock in their hearts.

I had already guessed it, but I was still shocked.

If Qin Liu, the head of the Twin Dragon Kings' family, is currently more concerned with appearances than substance, then his background in Fengdu can definitely fill that gap.

Li Zhuiyuan began:

"I, Li Zhuiyuan, the young lord of Fengdu Hell, hereby call upon the Great Emperor's name."

Young Master of Fengdu?

Everyone finally understood why the Great Emperor would risk such a taboo and personally take action against the Dragon King's faction for the sake of this young man.

Tao Zhuming: The heads of the two Dragon King families, how upright and honorable, are actually princes sitting in the underworld?

Ling Wuxing: When he takes revenge in the future, will he send my family to hell?

Li Zhuiyuan had no interest in guessing how much of an impact his new identity would have on them once it was officially confirmed.

He certainly wouldn't explain that because the Great Emperor had caused turmoil in Hell after his last intervention, he was no longer able to help him as before.

There's no need to go into too much detail about the background; it's best to leave enough room for the reader's imagination.

"Buzz!"

An immense pressure descended upon the small, prefabricated altar; the miniature portrait displayed the majestic and dignified countenance of the Great Emperor.

After seeing this, Li Zhuiyuan also felt that he might have been a bit too disrespectful to his teacher.

The Emperor's will descended, preparing to accept the surrender of the Valley Master of the Lesser Hell.

Sun Qinghua looked at Li Zhuiyuan, then at the portrait, and said in disbelief, "This is the Great Emperor?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, go ahead and worship. If you bring the Ghost Mother into hell, you will also be condemned to hell."

Sun Qinghua nodded, held incense in both hands, and began the sacrificial ceremony:

"Gods above, witness this sincerity, protect my people, and grant them eternal peace and well-being. Today, I, Sun Qinghua, voluntarily enter Fengdu Hell to pay homage..."

Sun Qinghua's eyes blazed with fury, yet he was powerless to control his body, leaving his younger self to make the choices.

The portrait of the emperor on the altar is high above, seemingly situated above the underworld, looking down upon the subjects who are prostrate at his feet.

The young Sun Qinghua paused, his face still showing reverence, his body trembling under the influence of the Emperor's aura. Yet, he suddenly stiffened his neck and, with a youthful recklessness, shouted at the Emperor's portrait:
"I will never worship you, you evil spirit who covets immortality!"

Sun Qinghua's sudden change of heart caught Li Zhuiyuan off guard; perhaps that's just what youth is all about.

After cursing the Great Emperor, Sun Qinghua continued the sacrificial rites:
"I, Sun Qinghua, voluntarily enter hell and pay homage to Fengdu..."

"Under the tutelage of the young lord!"

(End of this chapter)