Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 469

Sun Qinghua became a disciple of Fengdu Shaojun.

In his eyes, even the most mysterious and powerful Emperor Fengdu was a malevolent spirit seeking immortality, while Li Zhuiyuan, though the young ruler of Fengdu, was still a living person.

Sun Qinghua had no idea how crazy his "future" self would go in pursuit of immortality.

Just as many people, when looking back at their past selves, feel that they were naive, innocent, extreme, and immature, they also unconsciously avoid looking into those youthful and spirited eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan stood to the side, and the boy did not intend to offer any explanation for this unexpected turn of events.

There was no control, that's all. It wasn't him who manipulated Sun Qinghua into arguing in front of the emperor, nor was it him who made Sun Qinghua go and pay homage to him.

The unsettling factors in the ancestral homes of the Qin and Liu families have not yet been completely resolved, and now another small hell has been added. No matter where trouble arises, the consequences will be borne by oneself.

The emperor in the portrait nods slightly.

For the Great Emperor, what harm is there in the fact that the Lesser Hell is affiliated with the Young Lord's Mansion? The Young Lord's Mansion also belongs to Fengdu.

Sun Qinghua's body began to petrify from bottom to top.

His true self is gradually fading away.

If the two hells merge, or if one side actively merges into the other, then he, the carrier of consciousness in this small hell, has no reason to continue existing.

This is a sacrifice, and also an offering.

A look of relief appeared on Sun Qinghua's face.

Previously, he had been struggling to resist the invasion of the "Ghost Mother," but now he finally had the leisure to observe his surroundings.

He saw a familiar stone tablet from his memory, and even though it was no longer standing but had fallen down, he still recognized it at a glance.

He smiled.

However, when his gaze shifted back and he saw the second and third stone tablets, his smile gradually froze.

Although his memories were erased by Li Zhuiyuan, he is not an idiot.

How could the Demon Mother be so powerful?

Why are so many people lying here?

Why did the stone tablet, which I had just carved, fall down, and why does it bear the marks of time?

Sun Qinghua turned to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked:
"You lied to me?"

Li Zhuiyuan did not answer.

Sun Qinghua nodded and continued:
"Thank you."

The petrification process continued, and when the rest of Sun Qinghua's body had turned to stone, leaving only his head, he opened his mouth again:
"Do not pursue immortality."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't know how."

Sun Qinghua slowly closed his eyes and uttered his last words in this world:

"Youth...is wonderful."

He had completely turned into a stone statue.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou understood, walked over, picked up the stone statue, carried it to the chair, and placed it there.

After being petrified, Sun Qinghua returned to his original position and suppressed the small hell that he had personally built.

At this very moment, within the Fengdu Hell, that colossal being, so immeasurably majestic, once again exhibited unusual activity.

The tomb owner in the underworld raised his head, and from the stagnant underworld, a separate curtain of water branched out beside him.

At the very bottom of hell, a single "Namo Amitabha Buddha" is transmitted upwards, adding another layer of hell to be converted.

However, this time, the Five Ghost Emperors and the Ten Kings of Hell, along with all the ghost officials, were no longer confused or at a loss, because the Great Emperor was currently in Hell.

The tomb owner and the Bodhisattva would not let any opportunity slip by, but they also knew when to stop. After getting what they wanted, they immediately quieted down.

The imposing figure fell silent, but the black outline of "him," which had been completely hidden in the darkness, could now be seen, proving that the Emperor's true form was sitting at an angle.

The resurgence of the Lesser Hell has been transferred to Fengdu, and the instability of the Lesser Hell has also been transferred here.

Fortunately, with Fengdu's resources and the Emperor's true form, it was still able to suppress it steadily.

However, this also led to another related consequence.

That means if one day the body of the Fengdu Emperor goes out of control and collapses from Hell, then this little hell will also be resurrected along with it.

At the edge of the highest level of hell, Yin Meng looked down and noticed the change. Instead of being worried, she happily ran back to the main hall. She cut open one of her official robes and sewed it into a burlap sack, and began to carefully select offerings for Run Sheng on the altar.

"Hehe, he should like this, he should like this too."

Anyway, the house is piled full of offerings. The offering table in this hall is winding and twisting. If it were really placed outside, it could circle the 400-meter track of a middle school countless times.

Normally, the emperor doesn't seem to enjoy these offerings much, and keeping them at home to display is a waste. It's better to take them out and let him help use up the inventory.

After a long selection process, the sack was quickly filled. Considering that she had to carry it out of the underworld, she couldn't carry too much. Yin Meng turned her head and looked at the very center of the offering table.

The more valuable the offering, the closer it will be placed to the statue of the Emperor.

Of course, those two lazy, rotten dogs are an exception.

Yin Meng opened the sack and put the offerings that had been put in earlier back in their original places.

There's nothing here that Runsheng doesn't like to eat.

Yin Meng, holding the now-empty sack, came to the very center of the offering table:
"Choose the most expensive one!"

……

Lin Shuyou bandaged his injuries; after all, he had been in a gruesome state for so long.

However, since no talisman needles were used, the problem wasn't too serious.

At this moment, excluding Xiao Yuan who hasn't started practicing martial arts yet, he felt that he should be the strongest person in the entire arena.

Ah Li walked up to the small mountain of bloody, mangled flesh, raised her hand and pointed forward, then opened her palm upward.

Pieces of shattered blood porcelain flew out from the rubble and pieced together in the girl's palm, eventually returning to its original blood porcelain form.

After seeing this, Lin Shuyou felt that he might not be the strongest in the entire arena.

Because it had been blown apart, even when it was pieced back together, the cracks on it became even deeper and coarser.

The Blood Porcelain Bottle is not picky about its food; devouring is its instinct. However, the food that is most effective for its recovery and is most suitable for it is actually fresh blood.

This is clearly shown in the murals that Zhao Yi copied: generation after generation of goddesses nurtured it through human sacrifice.

The blood-stained porcelain bottle in the girl's hand trembled violently. Now broken, its appetite was even stronger; it longed to devour almost everyone present.

These people were all extremely high-quality human sacrifice offerings.

Ah Li tapped the porcelain bottle with the knuckles of her other hand.

The trembling of the blood-stained porcelain bottle gradually weakened.

Such beings, lacking spirit and driven only by instinct, cannot be truly tamed, mainly because they lack the intelligence to do so.

Ah Li wasn't taming it, but rather assimilating it with her own "dream".

The effect was quite good. Not only did it quiet down, but when it released its hunting energy earlier, it also deliberately avoided Li Zhuiyuan's team.

But this also means that, apart from Ah Li, even if anyone else in the world could suppress and seal it, they would not be able to use it as a magical artifact that could be normally controlled.

If Ah Li is gone one day, this blood porcelain bottle will have to return to its sealed place, where it will never see the light of day again. If it falls into the wrong hands, it will become a great calamity.

Li Zhuiyuan looked around at his surroundings; now he had another problem to deal with.

As he grew stronger, the boy gradually understood why the dragon kings of the past had left behind so many unresolved issues.

This wasn't intentionally left for future generations to gain experience and temper their skills; it was simply a matter of necessity.

In fact, the Dragon Kings with established lineages have already minimized this instability.

If you think about it, if you were to die suddenly one day, the harm that would leave behind is quite considerable.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that once he broke through the tribulation of adulthood imposed upon him by the Heavenly Dao, he should start making arrangements for the evil objects in his possession.

Before this, there was no need for it. It wasn't that he lacked a sense of responsibility, but rather that, from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, the more minor troubles you have, the more hesitant the Heavenly Dao will be to eliminate you, the major trouble.

Ah Li walked up to the boy with the blood porcelain bottle in her arms, put the bottle back in her backpack, and zipped it up.

Li Zhuiyuan patted his pocket, and three decks of metal playing cards flew out, took shape upon landing, and formed two shields around the young boy and girl, exhaling more than they inhaled towards the surrounding crowd.

shouted:
"Official general, evil spirits will only be killed, not saved!"

The fact that one person gains or loses is actually somewhat awkward.

But if you just stand there without saying or doing anything after you come out, it will be even more awkward.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Making stretchers to help carry people."

The two generals, one for each side and one for each side, said: "Yes, sir!"

The two or three people exchanged glances, put away their weapons, and began to move the seriously wounded from the ground.

They used to be able to join the cheerleading squad and liven up the atmosphere, but now their status has declined further, and they've been reduced to paper puppets doing odd jobs afterward.

They were very worried that if this continued, that person might not bother to take them with him when he went out in the future.

If that's the case, then I really won't have the temper to argue or lose my temper with that guy, White Crane Boy.

Boy: "Hehehe, hehehe, hahaha!"

Lin Shuyou: "What are you laughing at?"

The spirit medium said, "You're still young, you've never been to a government office, you don't understand those guys who bully you because of their seniority..."

Lin Shuyou: "You have more seniority than them."

The boy said, "I despise those who rise to power by flattering others and then put on airs by stepping on the senior members!"

Lin Shuyou: "Don't be so happy."

The spirit medium said, "Hmm? Why are you speaking up for them? Whose spirit medium are you anyway?"

Lin Shuyou: "Even you can see the problem, how could Brother Xiaoyuan not see it?"

The spirit medium said, "So what? You're the only spirit medium."

Lin Shuyou: "There are now Buddhist evil spirits in Fengdu Underworld. We can obtain the blessing of the True Lord because of this, which will not have a significant impact on our absolute strength, but what about the two generals Zeng and Sun?"

Boy: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Emperor didn't agree!"

Lin Shuyou: "Disagreeing before doesn't mean disagreeing now, and disagreeing during the ritual doesn't mean disagreeing in person."

Do you think if Brother Xiaoyuan had the people at the ancestral temple in his hometown of Fujian bring out the spirit tablets of the Two Generals of Increase and Loss, and then Brother Xiaoyuan himself went to Fengdu to descend into hell again to place the spirit tablets of the Two Generals of Increase and Loss in Shaojun's Mansion... would the Great Emperor really blow up their spirit tablets?

The boy exclaimed, "How is this possible? A dignified official, the chief of the underworld, has his spirit tablet enshrined in the netherworld..."

Lin Shuyou: "Bodhisattva is also in the underworld, so it's a perfect reunion."

The spirit medium said, "Spirit medium, how come you've suddenly become so much smarter? Are you running a fever?"

Lin Shuyou: "I've always kept the development of Guan Jiangshou in my heart."

The boy said, "Are you crazy? Sending two spirit tablets in is one thing, but you want to put the entire list of spirit tablets of the officials and generals into the underworld? Do you want the Bodhisattva to rebuild the new spirit tablets of the officials and generals in the underworld and start a war with the Great Emperor?"

Lin Shuyou: "So, you also think that the Emperor can accept sending only two divine cards in, right?"

Boy: "Eeya ya ya ya!"

Lin Shuyou finished bandaging his wound and went down to help.

Everyone was completely drained, a large number of them were half-dead, and only a few were still able to get up and work.

Especially some guys, like the monk Yayoi and Xu Mofan, who used their last bit of strength to pose after dealing with the fleshy humanoid in front of them.

Lin Shuyou thought this was silly; he should save that energy for walking instead of lying on a stretcher.

Tan Wenbin stood there with his eyes closed. His sensory abilities had been severely depleted during his previous command and control, turning him from someone with sharp hearing and eyesight into someone who was deaf and blind.

Lin Shuyou found a rope, tied it around himself, and tied the other end to Brother Bin's wrist.

Tan Wenbin understood and followed Lin Shuyou forward.

Runsheng sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan walk up to him, Runsheng said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Xiao Yuan, I'm still too weak."

When others say these words, it sounds like they're asking for more benefits or greater promotions, but Runsheng is expressing self-blame, feeling that he hasn't done well enough, such as not being able to throw more punches after opening his valves fully.

"Runsheng, this is not your problem."

Through his own planning and development, Runsheng was able to continue to move forward along the path that Uncle Qin had taken.

The problem is that Uncle Qin initially followed the most orthodox path. Although the old lady often said he was slow-witted, Uncle Qin was a true genius of the Qin family lineage.

When the centipede was sealed within him, Uncle Qin was able to choose the corresponding fighting style according to the power released by each layer of the seal, which is the best manifestation of his orthodox foundation.

In this respect, Runsheng is far inferior to Uncle Qin. Moreover, Runsheng has not practiced the "Qin Family Observation of Dragons Method" for very long. Some problems are not obvious in normal times, but in special periods, the limitations of forcing growth will be revealed.

Fortunately, Runsheng also has an advantage that Uncle Qin does not have, namely Runsheng's special physique.

"Runsheng, when you get back, eat more good food to nourish your body."

"Okay, I'll eat what I'm good at."

Runsheng thought Xiaoyuan meant for him to eat more.

Actually, Li Zhuiyuan planned to capture more evil spirits in the future to nourish Runsheng's body.

The collapsed main hall provided a large amount of materials, and soon several long stretchers were made.

There were too many people lying down and too few standing, so everyone was crammed into a bus, lying down one by one.

Lin Shuyou, along with two reinforcements and a few others who still had some strength, pulled the stretcher and moved it.

Tan Wenbin's five senses are closed, but with traction, he can still help to exert more force.

As for Zhu Yiwen, who had become a half-zombie, Li Zhuiyuan had Lin Shuyou put a rope around his neck, with the other end of the rope attached to a stretcher.

There was a small bell in the backpack, and Li Zhuiyuan stuffed a guide talisman drawn by A Li into it.

The boy held the girl's hand with his right hand and shook a bell with his left. Behind him, Zhu Yiwen raised his arms and kept jumping like a zombie, propelling the long stretcher forward.

When they arrived at the ghostly, frozen area, things suddenly became much simpler.

Although these souls will not be able to break free from the seal for three days, ghostly hands have already broken through the ice layer and are exposed.

After these long stretchers were dragged up, the stretchers and the people on them were moved forward in a relay, just like sitting on a conveyor belt.

As Li Zhuiyuan walked through the center, "crack!" A crystal-clear white skeletal hand broke through the ice, holding the Ghost Seal in its palm.

It was previously promised that it would be returned upon the triumphant return.

Li Zhuiyuan did not go to receive the Ghost Seal, but instead said:

“Hold my Ghost Seal and guard this little hell for me.”

After the seal is lifted, all the rules and regulations here shall remain the same and shall not be changed without authorization.

After I left, the gates of hell closed and could not be opened. However, if any wandering souls escaped and committed evil, you would be held responsible.

When I return and reopen the Gates of Hell, I will personally seek rewards and promotions for those who have rendered meritorious service!

The skeletal hand held up the Ghost Seal and slowly descended, disappearing into the ice.

Below, the Central Ghost Emperor responded first: "Your subordinate obeys."

Immediately, the Five Ghost Emperors responded, "We obey your command."

Finally, all the minor hell officials collectively emitted a soul-piercing cry:

"I will obey the young lord's decree!"

Everyone lying on the stretcher clearly heard this shocking sound.

Some sighed, some pondered, some felt helpless, and some pretended to be unconscious.

As soon as the stretcher was dragged out of the valley, the enormous gate behind them slowly closed.

Once the gate was sealed tightly, it no longer transformed into the black mist that enveloped the entire valley, but instead became a wisp of white smoke.

It was morning, and the rising sun finally pierced through the eerie mist of the area, casting its light upon it, creating a dreamlike, ethereal scene. The beautiful view that Sun Qinghua had envisioned had come true.

That's right. This beautiful scenery is all show and no substance. If some bored hikers come here to explore, they could easily get lost and unable to find their way out.

Li Zhuiyuan decided that once the local project started, it would be best to erect a monument or set up more warning signs. As long as he fulfilled his obligation to warn people, if anyone dared to come in again, the consequences would not fall on his head.

The group stopped where they were. In the small hell, there was a ghost hand conveyor belt and the road was flat. But now they were in the primeval forest and there wasn't even a decent road. If they forced themselves to continue, they would probably die from the jolting.

Tan Wenbin unbuckled the keychain from his waist and handed it to Lin Shuyou. His voice was hoarse, and he made a grasping motion with his hand under the key.

Lin Shuyou understood, started a fire, and threw the keychain and all the mountain spirit and wild demon signs on it into the fire to burn.

Each mountain spirit and wild creature left its mark on this sign. When the sign is burned, they will not only sense it, but also feel pain for a short period of time.

However, from their perspective, this should mean that they and others encountered trouble in the Ailao Mountains.

The good deeds that were due to them have already been done on the riverbank.

This time, let's see who's bold enough to venture deep into the area to provide backup.

The group rested where they were.

Li Zhuiyuan began to give each of them basic treatment for their injuries.

There are only two ways to deal with this group: either kill them all without leaving a single one alive, or kill none of them.

The boy chose the latter.

It's not about bestowing favors, but rather that there's no need for it.

There's nothing to worry about.

Just like before when they were desperately trying to buy themselves time, they didn't hesitate much, because even they themselves believed that the boy had no reason to kill them.

This may be the transformation that all the Dragon Kings of past dynasties experienced during their journeys across the river.

It has nothing to do with benevolence or loyalty, but rather it is a new tacit understanding and a new situation that naturally arises between the Dragon King and his competitors after reaching a certain stage.

When everyone was just starting out on the river, it was a time of deceit, intrigue, and fierce competition. This process of struggle could not be omitted or skipped.

Only by undergoing this kind of tempering can one complete their own transformation and be qualified to continue moving upwards, becoming the Dragon King who leads and represents this generation of martial arts world.

Therefore, the Dragon King could not possibly be truly benevolent and loving. Even someone as naive as Chen Xiyuan would not hesitate to smash someone's head with her flute.

The Dragon King's perspective might be one of disdain that transcends base desires.

At that time, standing at the highest peak, upholding the will of Heaven, they saw a different landscape in the martial arts world and had no intention of getting involved in the battles. They were even too lazy to care about the development of inherited forces. They felt that looking down at these things was like a child playing house, which was boring and tedious.

Therefore, it's not that the Dragon King doesn't pursue immortality, but rather that those who become Dragon Kings have a different perception of life and the passage of thousands of years.

Just as Sun Qinghua was dedicated to protecting this beautiful scenery in his youth, the Dragon King has devoted his entire life to this landscape that has existed for thousands of years.

Isn't this also a kind of immortality in another sense?
Luo Xiaoyu is receiving treatment from the teenager.

The boy's soul power nourished his parched spirit, making him feel incredibly comfortable and at ease. He was also deeply impressed by the boy's profound spiritual foundation.

However, just as he was enjoying himself, the boy suddenly stopped moving.

Luo Xiaoyu opened his eyes and saw the boy squatting beside him. Although his hand was still above his forehead, the boy's expression had turned thoughtful.

Is this a sudden realization?
It's like an epiphany, but it's also different. An epiphany has points, aspects, and directions, but a teenager's epiphany is more like a simple divergence.

But no matter what, this state of being is precious, and Luo Xiaoyu will not disturb it.

However, the more he tried not to do something, the more likely it was to happen. The itching in his chest grew heavier and heavier. He tried hard to suppress his cough, but the more he suppressed it, the more he couldn't help it.

Already severely injured, he couldn't hold back and had no choice but to:

"cough……"

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and continued to infuse Luo Xiaoyu with soul power.

Boy: "Sorry, I was just spacing out for a bit."

Luo Xiaoyu: "I should apologize for disturbing your precious epiphany."

The boy said, "I was just spacing out. I can continue anytime."

Luo Xiaoyu: "..."

Ah Li also came to help. She first picked up the needle and thread to sew up Mu Qiuying's skin and flesh, and then helped Feng Xionglin put the rubber band back in to secure it.

Mu Qiuying: "Thank you for your trouble, Miss."

Ah Li ignored her.

Feng Xionglin: "Miss, don't be so polite. I don't need that many tendons. You can cut some out and use them. The bones are fine too. Just knock some out and take them with you."

Ah Li stopped what she was doing and started planning seriously.

Feng Xionglin: "..."

Ah Li ultimately didn't do that.

After tying Feng Xionglin's knot, the girl stood up and went to attend to the next patient.

Feng Xionglin breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt very guilty, and said:
"Girl, don't worry, when I get back I'll secretly rummage through my ancestral graves and get you some of the bones and bits from my ancestors. They'll be top-notch ingredients, and they'll taste delicious even if you stew or boil them!"

Ah Li ignored it.

Li Zhuiyuan finished treating Luo Xiaoyu and stood up.

Luo Xiaoyu began, "Senior..."

Li Zhuiyuan stopped and looked at him.

Luo Xiaoyu: "May I visit your residence and attend your lectures?"

Li Zhuiyuan pondered for a moment.

Luo Xiaoyu: "It was my rudeness, I shouldn't have been so abrupt..."

Li Zhuiyuan was thinking about what other chores around the house Luo Xiaoyu could help with.

So far, Luo Xiaoyu's skill in formations is the highest among his peers, even surpassing Zhao Yi's.

It would be a shame not to take such a well-formed mule home and use it to grind grain.

For example, there are things you want to do, but they require a lot of thought and effort, so you're too lazy to do them.

Prune the peach grove and set up a formation that covers it to improve the living comfort of Qing'an.

Centered on the pavilion at the entrance of the village road, a large array was set up at the entrance of the village that would not affect ordinary people. This way, people like Master Sun would not go to the wrong place when they came to explore next time.

If all else fails, set up formations in all the fields that Grandpa contracted to improve soil fertility and increase yield.
Li Zhuiyuan: "Leave your contact information to Lin Shuyou and wait for further notice."

Luo Xiaoyu: "Thank you, senior."

Li Zhuiyuan walked to Xu Mofan's side and squatted down.

Xu Mofan: "This time... I've... I've gained another insight into the art of shooting."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Me too."

Xu Mofan: "Heh...heh..."

Next, they came to Zhu Qing and Luo Yang.

The brother and sister lay together on a stretcher.

Luo Yang: "Treat me first..."

Zhu Qing: "No, treat me first..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You are all of the same blood, so you will recover much faster than others. You can make up for your lifespan with good deeds, so there is no major problem."

The boy fed each of them a pill.

The Five Elements were in a terrible state, as if they had endured inhumane torture with an electric branding iron.

Li Zhuiyuan crushed the pills, poured them into water, and then poured the water into every hole on the body.

Ling Wuxing: "My family must already be worried."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Our family has lived like this for decades."

He commanded the Five Elements to close their eyes and remain silent.

He did not plead for leniency because pleading would be pointless.

You can tell what kind of person someone is like just by looking at them in Lujiazhuang.

This is yet another Liu Qingcheng... no, that Liu family dragon king, but he's not as terrifying as him.

Tao Zhuming looked at the boy squatting in front of him and said:

“My family says my house is very clean, and I think so too.”

Li Zhuiyuan nodded, placed his palm on the other person's forehead and poured in a portion of his soul power. The boy then got up and walked to the next person's side.

This time, Li Zhuiyuan did not squat down.

Because the chubby little boy on the stretcher wasn't unconscious, but sleeping soundly.

The boy really wanted to pull the paper out of Wang Lin's body and take a good look at it.

He wasn't interested in the value of the paper itself, but rather in the person behind Wang Lin who wrote it or the lineage that held it.

Extreme opportunism can be considered another form of ingenious craftsmanship.

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Zhu Yiwen.

Zhu Yiwen's arms were still raised in front of him, and the talisman on his forehead fluttered lightly in the wind.

This guy got food poisoning simply because he was greedy.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and removed the talisman from Zhu Yiwen's forehead.

"Roar!"

Zhu Yiwen's face contorted as he lunged at the boy.

The evil dragon emerged and roared at Zhu Yiwen, suppressing his zombie-like ferocity.

A clear look also appeared in Zhu Yiwen's eyes.

He realized his current state, looked up, and sighed.

"Ugh……"

Li Zhuiyuan: "There is a way to remove the corpse poison from your body without affecting your foundation."

"Ugh!"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to Runsheng in the distance: "Once Runsheng's body recovers a bit more, he can help you extract the corpse poison."

Zhu Yiwen smiled and said, "Then I need to wash myself clean and marinate myself with some spices beforehand."

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to the monk Misheng, who was sitting cross-legged on a stretcher.

Boy: "Have you thought it through?"

The monk Yayoi said, "As a monk, I do not lie. I have thought it through, but I may change my mind at any time."

As he said this, the monk Yayoi turned his head to look at Li Zhuiyuan. His left eye was kind, while his right eye was ferocious.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't like trouble, and I especially don't like guessing. I'm used to choosing the easiest way."

Monk Yayoi: "Benefactor, could you grant this humble monk a request?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Speak."

Monk Yayoi: "If one day you, benefactor, visit Qinglong Temple, and if this humble monk works diligently and cooperates from within and without, I humbly request that you be kind enough to grant me this favor..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "And then?"

The monk Yayoi laughed and said, "Please be merciful and give me a few more pats. Leave no one alive except this humble monk."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I agree, but I might change my mind at any time."

Monk Yayoi: "May Buddha have mercy~"

From the distant woods came rustling sounds, which meant that helpers had arrived.

Strangely, despite the considerable commotion, there was not a trace of demonic energy.

Before long, a group of ordinary animals from the mountains and forests, who were completely unintelligent, ran out and started circling the stretcher. They had been influenced and manipulated.

Finally, a man rushed out of the woods, his clothes torn, his shoes gone, and his hair disheveled.

Some people are able to seize opportunities not simply because of good luck, but because they can seize them again if given the chance.

After Lin Shuyou burned all the signs, not a single mountain spirit or wild demon dared to come to his rescue. The only one who came was someone Li Zhuiyuan had told to leave, who then drove back to Yuxi on his own after some time...

Lord Wood.

……

"Xi Yuan, thank you so much this time. I really don't know what I would have done without you coming back with me, sob sob."

Ding Rou parked the car at the entrance of Siyuan Village and buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

This time when she went back, besides saving her father from a critical moment, she also experienced a series of strange events in her hometown. If it weren't for this girl always by her side, she might have already suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide.

"Sister Ding, remember to go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist."

"Yes, I will. I plan to go to a hospital in Shanghai tomorrow. I really didn't know before that my mental problems were so serious that I was even experiencing hallucinations and auditory hallucinations."

Goodbye, Sister Ding.

Chen Xiyuan opened the car door and got out.

"I wonder if the little brothers have finished this wave yet."

Chen Xiyuan walked happily along the village road and saw Xiong Shan working in the fields on the other side of the road. She waved to him warmly.

Xiong Shan responded with a smile, saying, "Miss Chen, you're really quick. Young Master Li and the others haven't returned yet."

Chen Xiyuan said "Oh" and nodded. Although she was a little disappointed, it was within her expectations.

Normally, she walks along the river very quickly, but this time there were some twists and turns. As she followed the instructions and smashed the objects one by one, one of them didn't obediently wait for her to knock on it. Instead, it dared to take the initiative and come looking for her.

As it turned out, the evil spirit diverged from her and went to Ding Rou's hometown, scaring her half to death. Fortunately, she got back in time and smashed it to pieces.

"Sigh, after we get back, should we go and pay our respects to the old lady?"

Chen Xiyuan plucked a withered leaf from a nearby tree, muttering to herself as she did so:
"Go to pay respects, or not... should I go to pay respects?"

Chen Xiyuan changed to a different leaf and continued pruning.

Two leaves in a row, the last one plucked, were used to pay respects.

"Alright, let's go find Qing'an first."

Chen Xiyuan returned to Nantong immediately after finishing her business there, without bothering to find out any news from the martial arts world. She was unaware that not long ago, the Fengdu Emperor had taken action against the Dragon King Ming family.

The flute in his hand emitted a continuous, faint light.

Chen Xiyuan placed the flute in front of her, her face showing hesitation.

The raw material for her flute comes from bamboo from the Dragon King's ancestral grave. This luster indicates that someone in the family is responding to her in a manner similar to ancestor worship. Generally, such urgency only occurs when something truly serious happens in the family.

At this point, both writing letters and setting up formations would take some time, so Chen Xiyuan looked toward Aunt Zhang's small shop by the village road.

I walked over, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

This time, there was no long wait; the call was answered almost immediately after it connected.
"Hey, Xi Yuan."

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Xi Yuan, promise Grandma you won't hang up the phone right away, okay? I can tell the old lady looks a bit off; she seems quite anxious."

Clearly, the person on the other end of the phone was worried that their granddaughter would hang up immediately upon hearing their voice, so they let the grandmother answer first.

Chen Xiyuan calmly replied, "Okay."

Chen Ping said, "Xi Yuan..."

Chen Xiyuan: "If you're not going to talk about it, I'm hanging up."

Chen Ping said:
"Invite them to come over and have a seat at home."

(End of this chapter)