Corpse Recovery Diver

Zhang Xiuxiu struggled to swallow her saliva, too afraid to resist, while next to her, Zhang Chi did not understand Zhao Yi's intentions.

Zhao Yi smiled slightly and said, "The mysterious illness on your body is almost uncontrollable; it will inevitably flare up within half a year. However, I only promised to cure one person, so you siblings must decide who will receive the treatment."

Zhang Chi's expression changed.

Zhang Xiuxiu turned to her brother without hesitation.

Zhao Yi picked up the tea on the cupboard, poured it out to wash his fingertips, and walked out of the shop to approach the young man nearby.

Li Zhiyuan: "Having fun?"

Zhao Yi: "Very interesting."

Li Zhiyuan: "Then, all right, let you go first."

Zhao Yi: "How's that possible? Surely, it's Ah You's turn first."

The simple preparations were already complete. An empty offering table had only two candles on it, and there wasn't even a prayer mat underneath.

Behind it were two stretchers, with Yin Meng sitting there, while Run Sheng was still sleeping, snoring louder than before.

In front of the stretchers were two open mountain backpacks, filled with water and drinks. To outsiders, it looked like they were going camping.

Zhang Xiuxiu brought out some steaming porridge and buns, and after placing them down, she walked to Zhao Yi's side and whispered firmly:

"We've decided; please cure my brother."

"Oh."

Zhang Xiuxiu brushed her hair and turned to leave.

Zhao Yi: "Close the door, hide in the inner room, and don't come out tonight."

"Yes, thank you."

Zhang Xiuxiu returned to the shop, put the boards back, and soon, the shop was dark.

Zhao Yi picked up a bun, smelled it, took a bite; it was a pork bun, and the taste was really good.

Next to him, the two sisters watched the entire scene unfold.

Liang Yan: "Alas, we've ruined our looks now."

Liang Li: "And we've aged."

Zhao Yi glanced at them and said, "You two just keep being naive, really."

He didn't like others harboring thoughts about him, unless that person could suppress him like the one surnamed Li.

Zhang Xiuxiu was indeed smarter than her brother.

That night, there were no stars or moon in the sky, not as if veiled, but more like stripped away.

Time slowly passed, and then the clocks in some shops on the street rang the midnight chime one after another.

Beneath the harbor area, where the waves surged in response, this movement continued to spread outward.

The sound of Buddhist chanting quietly rose, solemn and majestic, yet it did not cleanse the darkness here; instead, it made it feel even more oppressive.

Li Zhiyuan stood behind the offering table, with Feng Shui power surrounding him, creating a presence akin to Emperor Fengdu.

Then, the young man holding a piece of talisman paper slapped it downwards.

As the talisman paper self-combusted, the flames of the two candles on the offering table turned black.

"Silence!"

As soon as the young man spoke, orange-yellow lanterns were hung from both sides of the street, continually rising into the sky, resembling eyes looking down and suppressing the Buddhist chant.

Deep in the water, near two pillars, empty seats bore shadowy figures cloaked in official robes, each exuding an aura of authority, as they reviewed the approval process for foreign ghosts to come ashore and worship Fengdu.

Yet, facing inward, they seemed like Yin Officials, but facing outward, traces of the Kasaya could be seen.

Groups of lonely, untamed ghosts chained in shackles moved from the waterbed.

Just begun, there was still a long way before they officially reached the shore.

Yet, this did not hinder the advance of the vanguard.

"Splash... Splash..."

Three figures emerged from the water surface first, with blue and red faces, their eyes like lightning, tusks fierce, they were Zeng and Sun!

Whatever time it was, these two were always at the forefront, serving as the vanguard.

In principle, there should be a guiding child in front of them.

Well, the child is here this time, just arrived a bit early.

Zeng and Sun, with forms appearing as three, did the first thing upon landing, which was to bind the chains originally held in their hands to their bodies.

Immediately afterward, the three raised their weapons high, with three sticks of incense burning atop, eliciting purple smoke of merit from behind.

With the Three-step Praise, the figures continuously flashed from where they stood to the next place, quickly shortening the distance.

Li Zhiyuan: "Lin Shuyou."

Lin Shuyou stepped to the offering table, with the Double Mace in hand, a profile with defined edges, and a straight back.

The tension had already passed; the anxiety had also subsided. At this moment, he and the child felt the same—left only with the impulse for a great battle.

In Li Zhiyuan's palm, the red line extended, forming a bond with Lin Shuyou in front of him.

Zeng and Sun were binding the lock chain to continuously replenish the Divine Body's consumption after manifestation.

As for Lin Shuyou, the moment the red line was formed, he instantly felt the world before him became so clear, as if even the originally cold Ghost Street was actively trying to make peace with him.

Li Zhiyuan didn't set up an array in advance here, because the entire Ghost City was an array.

As long as the Great Emperor consented, he could continue to assert authority here.

However, Zhao Yi, who was always ready to lend his brain from behind Li Zhiyuan, noticed the boy's fingertips twitching slightly under the offering table, while the orange lanterns above flickered now and then.

At this moment, what are you playing at, Li?

Zhao Yi looked up, starting to deduce in his mind.

Li Zhiyuan: "Stop calculating; save your energy for me."

Zhao Yi showed a courteous smile, halted his deduction, and switched to angrily scolding Li in his mind.

Lin Shuyou had been waiting for the voice of Brother Xiao Yuan to echo from the depth of his heart, prepared to listen to Brother Xiao Yuan's battle strategy.

He heard it.

Li Zhiyuan: "Drop everything and fight to the death."

Child: "This..."

Lin Shuyou: "Child, what Brother Xiao Yuan means is, we have no retreat; we can only fight with all we've got, even if it means death, we must stop them!"

Before the child could raise any doubts, Lin Shuyou, in an absolute commanding posture, completely took over his own body.

Shuping opened, the stripes appeared, and the True Monarch's aura burst forth.

The White Crane True Monarch raised both arms, the two golden maces reflecting a sharp luster under the lantern's light.

The next moment, the White Crane True Monarch charged towards Zeng and Sun.

Now, despite being in different camps, seeing the former colleague actively challenging them, both Zeng and Sun were shaken, their blood boiling, determined to have a good battle tonight!

However, just as they prepared to counter, they noticed the White Crane True Monarch in mid-sprint, the mark on his forehead spinning, his body igniting in milky white flames.

Zeng and Sun halted collectively, astonishment in their eyes.

They anticipated a fierce battle, knew no one would hold back, but never expected the child to voluntarily burn his Divine Soul right from the start!

For countless years, they, as Yin Gods, continuously descended upon the Divination Child to exorcise demons, all to gain that precious merit to make their Divine Souls more resilient.

How could he bear to do it?

At the moment Lin Shuyou's Divine Soul ignited, Zhao Yi's mind immediately ceased cursing Li Zhiyuan, turning instead to open-mouthed direct output:

"Li, didn't you ever consider, what if your gamble is wrong?"

"You can leave."

Zhao Yi's eyes reddened, cursing: "You're crazy, how dare you, aren't you afraid at all?"

Before coming, he thought it was a tragic yet valiant play, but who would have thought, just as the curtain rose, Li demanded everyone risk their lives first.

Li Zhiyuan: "You should have guessed by now."

Zhao Yi: "Guessed what?"

"You fear losing because you can surrender. I can't afford to lose, so I'm not afraid."

"Slap!"

Zhao Yi slapped himself hard across the face.

As the red palm print appeared on his face, his smile turned ingratiating:

"Li, I just slightly lost control of my emotions."

Li Zhiyuan ignored him.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, I just wanted to vent a little."

The boy said nothing.

"Ancestor, let me be next."

"Okay."

The burning of the Divine Soul brought a significant boost to the White Crane True Monarch's power, and with the additional support from Ghost Street, as he crashed "boom" into Zeng and Sun's midst, neither dared to counter directly, choosing instead to retreat and avoid his edge.

General Zeng: "White Crane, are you mad?"

General Sun: "White Crane, what do you seek?"

The White Crane True Monarch looked haughtily at Zeng and Sun with his Shuping, an arrogant expression emerging on his face.

At this moment, he completely overshadowed his once high-and-mighty colleagues in momentum, like a proud white crane soaring in the sky, looking down below.

The White Crane True Monarch let out a melodious chant from his throat:

"Tonight, Evil Ghosts~only kill, no mercy!"