Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 470

"Whom should we invite?"

"Who do you want to invite?"

"There are quite a few people we can invite here."

"You know which one I'm talking about, Grandpa."

"There's no need to invite him; he'll come on his own."

"When?"

"When he thinks he has the power to kill you, it shouldn't be too long, it should be soon."

"Did he only kill my grandfather?"

"I don't know, I can't guarantee it, all I can do is try my best."

"Xi Yuan, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

"If you agree not to open the domain, I can go back now, break your legs, and bring you here."

"Hahahaha!"

"In a while, you won't be laughing anymore. Even though I've told you countless times at home, you still don't understand how serious this matter really is."

You haven't truly interacted with him, so you don't know just how terrifying... not terrifying, but formidable, no, outstanding.

"Grandpa, I understand now."

"There's still a chance now. Before everything is laid out, I think we can still talk things over. Once it's all out in the open, it'll really be too late."

"Xi Yuan, you just got back, right?"

"Ah."

"Then get some rest. Don't overwork yourself out there. If you get bored, come back early. Your grandma is at home. We can take care of you."

“I’m afraid if I go back now, I’ll really have no home left.”

"Xi Yuan, please help your grandfather ask him one more time. I think he'll agree to come."

"He hasn't come back yet."

"Yes, he's very busy right now."

"I'll tell him when he gets back."

"Okay, if he agrees, tell Grandpa in advance."

"Did I give you time to prepare?"

"It's not the kind of preparation you're thinking of. We're preparing to open the main gate of our ancestral home to welcome them. Our family is, after all, a prestigious clan, so we can't be shortchanged on proper etiquette."

"okay, I get it."

"Why don't you talk to your grandma some more?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the Chen family matriarch came through:

"Xi Yuan."

"Oh, Grandma."

"Take good care of yourself. No matter when or what happens, remember to eat well."

"Yes, I will, Grandma."

After hanging up the phone, Madam Chen turned around and looked at her husband, who was sitting on the rocks next to her, facing the sea, holding a gourd of wine.

The waves were calm and almost silent because of the phone call, but now that the call has ended, the sound of the waves continues.

The old lady of the Chen family walked to her husband's side. She saw that the Wangjianglou token on her husband's waist was trembling, but it was clear that her husband did not intend to respond, much less attend the meeting.

Chen Ping took a sip of wine.

Old Madam Chen: "It seems you're truly frightened?"

Chen Ping replied, "Mm."

Old Madam Chen: "Why are you so stubborn?"

Chen Pingdao shook the wine gourd in his hand: "Zhizhi, others may not understand me, but don't you understand me? I've been a stubborn person since I was young."

Jiang Xiuzhi: "I just don't understand, is it really that difficult? If you're wrong, just admit it and make things clear. At worst, I'll go with you to kneel down before my sister and wait for her to decide what to do."

Chen Ping looked up at the azure sky and said, "But I didn't do anything wrong."

Jiang Xiuzhi: "You..."

Chen Ping lowered his head and said, "I did what I thought was right. If I had to say I was wrong, the mistake was that I didn't do what I thought was right thoroughly."

Jiang Xiuzhi: "Doesn't that make it even easier to explain?"

Chen Pingdao shook his head: "Zhizhi, if someone walked up to you and said that I didn't go all out to kill you, but only left you on the verge of death, giving you a chance to live, so you should be grateful to me, wouldn't you think that person was crazy?"

Jiang Xiuzhi closed her eyes.

Chen Ping said, "Heh, even if I can fool everyone else, I can't fool myself."

Before we went there, we didn’t actually know who we were going to deal with. When I sensed the presence of my granddaughter and an old friend, I hesitated, raised my hand halfway, and couldn’t bear to kill them all.
But in fact, this glimmer of hope was not something I deliberately left, because at the time I felt that he was already doomed.

I waited for that woman to come and confront me, but she didn't come.

I guessed at the time that he might not be dead.

Even if she hadn't died, given that older sister's temper back then, she should have come, at most a little later, but she still didn't come.

I was thinking, could it be that that woman has suffered so much these past years that her personality has completely changed?

Jiang Xiuzhi: "Feeling sorry for them?"

Chen Ping said, "It breaks my heart."

Jiang Xiuzhi: "Chen Pingdao, you old beast, you deserve to die!"

Chen Ping said, "When that person called me through Xi Yuan and asked me directly, I knew that it wasn't that the woman's personality had changed, but rather that she had someone else to rely on."

Only a broken pot will give up and crash; if you're holding a precious jade in your hands, you'll naturally be able to hold it steady.

"Hehehe, that's wonderful! That person didn't die! That's wonderful! That woman has finally seen a turning point! That's wonderful! The Qin and Liu families have turned their misfortune into good fortune!"

Chen Pingdao took a large gulp of wine, held it in his mouth, and swallowed it heavily. His eyes began to redden.
"But I didn't expect that person to be this good, so incredibly good."

Jiang Xiuzhi: "Old man, I really don't understand. You've lived a life of simplicity and detachment, and your Chen family has always stayed away from the conflicts of the martial world in Qiongya. Why would you suddenly get involved in this kind of thing?"

Chen Pingdao waved his hand: "Zhizhi, you should go back first. The thread and fabric have arrived, so you can sew up the shroud for me now."

Jiang Xiuzhi said nothing more and turned to leave.

Chen Pingdao lay down on the reef, facing the sky above him, and murmured:
"Yeah, why are you being so strange?"

Xi Yuan opened her domain as soon as she gained wisdom.

I knew then that my Chen family generation had something to do.

If this old man doesn't do it, then my Xi Yuan will have to.

But after I did it, I became even more confused and lost.

How could this be the source of a calamity unseen in a millennium, a source of great turmoil and evil?

Chen Pingdao held the gourd to his mouth, poured all the wine inside, and then smashed the gourd hard into the sea.

"boom."

The waves surged and crashed against the shore.

Why does it look more and more like the precious darling you hold in your hands?

……

Chen Xiyuan put the microphone back.

At the entrance of the convenience store, Shi Tou and Hu Zi stood there, each holding a coin, sniffling as they patiently selected what they wanted to buy.

Rural children in this age group don't have much pocket money, so they hesitate more when buying things, trying to prolong the feeling of happiness as much as possible.

Following her younger brother's old ways, Chen Xiyuan would buy something while settling her phone bill, sometimes something a little more expensive, and Aunt Zhang would then deduct the phone bill from her account.

After selecting her items and paying, Chen Xiyuan, still preoccupied with the contents of her grandfather's phone call, which suggested something must have happened in the martial arts world recently, gave her purchases to the younger brother of the two boys as she left the convenience store.

Stone and Tiger were stunned as they watched Chen Xiyuan walk away.

The two brothers lowered their heads and looked at the packets of cigarettes that had just been stuffed into their hands.

Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "Come on, I'll return the cigarettes to you, you can use the money to buy your own."

Tiger handed the cigarettes to the counter.

Shi Tou tugged at Hu Zi's cotton coat and whispered a few words in his ear. Hu Zi took the cigarette back, and the two children ran away.

Aunt Zhang shouted, "Hey, you two, don't secretly learn to smoke!"

When Chen Xiyuan arrived at the door of the bearded man's house, she saw Xiao Yingying riding back on a tricycle.

Inside the tricycle were two large jars of wine that had just been bought from a wine shop in town.

Chen Xiyuan asked, "Do you know what's been happening in the martial arts world lately?"

Xiao Yingying stopped the car and shook her head at Chen Xiyuan.

She was born into the martial arts world, but she doesn't understand it.

Chen Xiyuan helped lift the two jars of wine off the tricycle.

Xiao Yingying turned around.

Chen Xiyuan: "Are you going out again?"

Xiao Yingying: "Buy wine."

Chen Xiyuan: "Didn't we already buy it?"

Xiao Yingying: "He's so happy you're back, he's afraid that's not enough."

After Xiao Yingying rode away on her bicycle, Chen Xiyuan carried two jars of wine onto the dam.

On the dam, Lihua sat there making paper offerings.

The funeral business of Li Sanjiang's family is getting better and better. Whether it is paper offerings or incense and candles, they have no worries about selling them. Since they have a distributor in the city, they have never stocked up on goods. They basically make a batch and then quickly send it out to deliver another batch.

Pear Blossom stood up and greeted her warmly, "Miss Chen, you're back."

Chen Xiyuan: "Has anything major happened in the martial arts world lately?"

Pear Blossom smoothed her hair at her temples and said, "My husband and I retired from the martial world a long time ago."

Actually, in the beginning, Xiong Shan would also try to find out news about the martial arts world, mainly because he wanted to hear about Young Master Li's exploits. But as he searched, he couldn't find any such person.

Pear Blossom was still puzzled, while Xiong Shan felt a lingering fear.

Later, I simply stopped bothering to find out.

Chen Xiyuan put down the wine jar and walked to the edge of the dam.

Beside the medicinal herb garden below the dam, Benben sat on a small stool with a large checkered cloth in front of him, covered with dots.

Benben held a calligraphy brush in his hand and drew circles on the grid.

Master Sun squatted down beside him, clapping and cheering excitedly every time Benben drew a circle.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, this is it, this is it! My grandson-in-law is indeed a genius, a genius!"

When he couldn't contain his emotions, Master Sun would hug Benben's head and give him a big kiss on the head.

Benben pouted, looking helpless.

Originally, when Li Zhuiyuan and A Li were not at home, Li Hua would not have needed to send her son over to keep the young master and young lady company, and Benben would also be able to have a holiday.

As a result, after Master Sun recovered from his injuries, he immediately gave him a lesson, directly teaching him formations.

Teaching elsewhere wasn't enough; to show his sincerity, Master Sun always taught in the peach grove.

Benben glanced at Xiao Hei, who was lazily lying next to him, sunbathing.

Little Black opened its eyes, glanced at the child, and wagged its tail gloatingly.

“Come on, grandson-in-law, concentrate, let’s continue.” As Chen Xiyuan walked by, Master Sun stood up and bowed to her, and Chen Xiyuan returned the bow.

After hearing Lihua address the other person as "Miss Chen," Master Sun roughly guessed the other person's background and identity.

Chen Xiyuan asked, "Does the Daoist know what has happened in the martial arts world recently?"

Master Sun shook his head: "I don't know. I am so happy here that I don't want to leave."

Turning my head, I saw that my "Le" had ridden away on the big black dog while I was getting up to bow.

Master Sun hurriedly apologized to Chen Xiyuan, then turned and chased after her, calling out as he went:

"Grandson-in-law, just one more lesson, just one more lesson, just one more lesson!"

Chen Xiyuan walked into the peach grove.

Soon, a heavenly duet of zither and flute, inaudible to ordinary people, emanated from the peach grove.

The music stopped abruptly as soon as it began.

Qing'an: "You seem to have something on your mind."

Chen Xiyuan put down her flute: "Yes, my grandfather asked me to invite my little brother home for a visit."

Qing'an: "Your grandfather is scared."

Chen Xiyuan: "It should be related to what has happened in the martial arts world recently."

Qing An waved his hand, and the wine jar flew to him, ready to go.

"Talk about it."

Chen Xiyuan: "I don't know, I'm asking too."

Qing'an's fingertips tapped lightly on the wine jar, while a cold wind howled through the peach grove.

A short while later, everything returned to normal.

Qing'an pushed the wine jar back to its original position:

"Ok."

Chen Xiyuan: "I don't know if my little brother will go this time."

Qing'an: "He should go. Since your grandfather is afraid, it means that kid should have more confidence now."

Chen Xiyuan: "I'm quite worried about my little brother going."

Qing'an: "You reap what you sow."

Chen Xiyuan: "I can understand that."

Qing An: "The fact that you can come back here means that he has already made an exception for you. For people like them, this is not easy."

Chen Xiyuan: "I know that my little brother is kind at heart."

Qing'an turned his head and looked at the pool of autumn water.

This kind comment left him speechless once again.

Qing An waved his hand:

"Go to sleep."

Chen Xiyuan: "I haven't eaten yet."

Qing'an: "Then let's go eat first."

"it is good."

Chen Xiyuan walked out of the peach grove.

Su Luo, who was lying under the peach tree reading a book, moved the book aside and watched the girl's departing figure.

He knew that if that girl hadn't been skilled in music and a descendant of an old friend, she would have been hung up and whipped countless times in this peach grove.

Qing An looked at Su Luo.

Su Luo smiled and said, "It seems you don't want to drink today?"

Qing'an: "Drink, every time we drink, it'll be one less time we have."

Su Luo took out a wine pot and cups, sat down in front of Qing An, poured wine, and drank slowly with him.

Qing'an: "Your days are numbered. Are you scared?"

Su Luo shook his head: "You forgot, I died a long time ago. I crawled out of my grave. I have no regrets about being able to enjoy these carefree days after death."

Congratulations! You're finally going to be free.

Qing An: "Yes, we're about to be free. Since that kid is no longer hiding his true colors, it means he's reached his peak. I should start preparing properly too. I can't lose face on that day."

Su Luo: "It's going to be very exciting."

Qing An: "I have already experienced the real excitement. What I want to do is to show him the excitement of my era."

Raising his glass and swirling the wine inside, Qing'an smiled and said:
"The only reason a Dragon King's sect could be so afraid is because it is a kindred spirit. It must be another Dragon King's sect that has already suffered that kid's revenge."

Good,

That kid has a lot of enemies.

Ha ha,

I'm going to wait for that kid to come and beg me properly, to make me feel comfortable and happy.

Only in this way will I agree to follow his suggestion.

"Where on earth do they go to cause trouble and chaos!"

Su Luo chimed in, "You're really good to that person. When the time comes, that person's enemies will definitely be severely weakened. Then, if that person puts in a little more effort, one enemy will be wiped out."

Qing An's gaze narrowed slightly, and all the fallen petals in the peach grove floated still.

In an instant, countless faces appeared on every peach tree, and even on every peach blossom.

Without exception, these faces all looked listless and weak; they were hungry.

The suppression of Nantong for so long has prevented evil spirits from breeding in this area, but isn't this also a form of food storage?
After a thousand years of trials and tribulations, Qing'an is indeed no longer the Qing'an it once was, nor does it retain its former glory.

The problem is that his "weakness" is precisely because he is still in Qing'an.

When he no longer remembers that he is Qing An, he will transform into another being that he has painstakingly sealed away until now, a terrifying demon that has accumulated countless side effects due to the abuse of the Black Book's secret techniques.

Su Luo looked left and right, realizing she had said the wrong thing.

Qing'an downed the wine in his cup in one gulp and said:

"If there is a living Dragon King, I will not argue with your statement."

Without the Dragon King's support, if I were to make a move, he would need to push me down from behind to finally bring down this wall.

If they came back to life and saw this scene,
That would make me laugh to death.

……

With the help of the animals summoned by the Wood King, the group was transferred to a small mountain village on the outskirts of town late at night.

The mountain village was very small, with fewer than twenty households. After the animals had all left, the Wood King entered the village, knocked on the villagers' doors, and said that he was a tour group that had been in a car accident and had fallen off a cliff. Many of them were seriously injured, and he was willing to pay a reward in exchange for their help.

Without discussing money, the villager whose door was knocked on immediately put on his clothes and sent his wife and children to notify the rest of the village. Soon, all the villagers ran outside the village and carried the injured one by one into their own houses for care.

At night, the sound of pounding medicine could be heard incessantly, and smoke rose from every household's chimney.

Xu Mofan accepted the medicinal soup handed to him by a little girl from the village and drank it. The soup had little effect on his recovery, but he still cherished it.

The little girl also brought a bowl to Feng Xionglin on the next bed. When Feng Xionglin took it and drank it, the little girl looked curiously at the pretty bows on Feng Xionglin's body.

In the kitchen, the little girl's mother called her to go to the henhouse to collect eggs. The little girl responded crisply and ran out.

Feng Xionglin: "This village is so close to that valley. If we hadn't resolved this disaster, and that thing had really turned around and caused trouble, wouldn't this village definitely be gone?"
Of course, we also gained immense merit, and we feel embarrassed to take such credit; we cannot accept it with equanimity.

Xu Mofan: "I can. When I decided to stay, I didn't consider the merit."

Feng Xionglin: "Heh, you rascal."

The little girl brought in the food: a large bowl with rice at the bottom and vegetables and juicy cured meat on top.

After finishing his meal, Feng Xionglin got out of bed with some difficulty, picked up the kerosene lamp beside him with his left hand, and tapped on Xu Mofan's bed board with his right hand:

"Hey."

"doing what?"

"Go pee."

"go alone."

"I'm afraid of the dark."

Xu Mofan glanced at the lamp in Feng Xionglin's hand and shook his head: "I'm not in a hurry."

Feng Xionglin: "Heh, what's wrong? We've come this far, and you're still reluctant to give up that pee?"

Xu Mofan closed his eyes and offered no explanation.

Feng Xionglin shakily carried the kerosene lamp, and as he reached the doorway, Xu Mofan's voice came from behind him:

"Can't it be done here?"

"Isn't this because I was afraid the smell would bother you?"

"I do not mind."

“I mind. I’m going to call all my friends. It’s late at night, so we need to be all together when we go out to pee. We also need to choose a place with a nice view.”

After Feng Xionglin finished speaking, he walked out and happened to bump into Xia He, who had just woken up from her coma and was pale-faced, and had come here to find the young master.

"Hey, hey, watch out for the light! Watch out for the light! Don't break it!"

Is my young master inside?

"Yes, yes, hurry up and go in to help him pee. He's about to burst from holding it in. He clearly wants to pee but isn't allowed to."

"Huh?" Xia He's already pale face turned deathly white at these words. She covered her mouth in disbelief, "My young master's...that place...could it be..."

"Find two tomatoes, that's just enough to make a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"Master!"

Feng Xionglin smiled and continued to move outside. Once outside, he let out a few peculiar shouts.

A man and a woman, supporting each other, walked out of the house across the street. Both of them were seriously injured.

Feng Xionglin pointed to the kerosene lamp in his hand and asked, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

The two nodded.

Feng Xionglin: "I apologize to you both. I have failed you and have not lived up to your vows to follow me."

"Boss, we took advantage of you. We didn't actually help you much."

"Compared to the followers of others, the two of us are really not up to par."

Feng Xionglin looked up at the sky and said, "The moon is beautiful tonight. Let's go to the well in the center of the village and make a clean ending. It will be a proper conclusion and we won't have lived this part of our lives in vain."

The three seriously injured men walked very slowly, and blood was seeping from their bandaged wounds, but none of them cared.

Feng Xionglin thought he would have a lot on his journey, but in reality, he had no distracting thoughts and not even any extra emotions.

Perhaps it's because they were completely convinced and had no regrets.

When I was a child, I was always puzzled when I heard stories of people traveling across the river. If they were fighting for the Dragon King, wouldn't it be a fight to the death? How could there be a reason to light the lamp a second time to admit defeat?
Even if you lose, you can't lose face! If you can't kill them, fight them to the death!
But the reality is, if there's absolutely no hope left, what's the point of doing anything?

Furthermore, you will genuinely feel that the other person is indeed more suitable to be the Dragon King than yourself.

The three of them moved slowly, and after the last turn, they arrived at the center of the village.

Around the old well, many groups of people were gathered, each group containing a person holding a lamp borrowed from the family they were staying with.

Feng Xionglin's lips twitched, then he couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Damn it, this is the first time in my life I've ever seen someone have to wait in line to admit defeat by lighting a lamp!"

(End of this chapter)