Corpse Recovery Diver

Open the umbrella, and the body arrives by the pond. Besides the ripples from the raindrops, it seemed there were several undercurrents carrying mud and rushing into here.

In the past, no matter how much emotional garbage Li Zhiyuan dumped in here, the fish fry would excitedly and quickly enjoy it.

But this time, they were obviously eating and digesting slowly, to the point of appearing listless and sickly.

Because what Li Zhiyuan poured in here before was external emotional garbage, but this time it wasn't.

Body: "Haven't you always longed to gain emotions? Why, even though the emotions this time are so intense, did you voluntarily throw them in here?"

Crouching down, he continued to hold the umbrella in his right hand while his left hand stirred the water a few times.

"You are certain there can be no unexpected events in your cognition, just following a process. Yet, does this process still make you feel uncomfortable?"

"Chasing such boring emotions and fearing they might affect your state, you discard them. I cannot understand the point of this futile effort. What does it mean?"

"Being a person is truly pointless, a burden."

...

The real Ghost Street.

After Run Sheng died, the iron lion started attacking the Yin family. Its terrifying defense and explosive power could not even be truly dealt with by those earlier generations of deceased Yin family ancestors; they could only be crushed one by one.

Furthermore, the ghosts in the waters beneath the pier seemed endless. Even though a large group had been wiped out by the Yin family, they still continuously surged in.

Enough ants can indeed bite dead an elephant, especially since the opposing camp has a terrifying iron lion at the moment.

Initially, when the Yin family came out, they were divided according to a very obvious hierarchy of strength, based on the order of death through the years: the earlier one dies, the more they are at the forefront.

This routine is quite suitable for street thugs' fights, charging bravely at the forefront to motivate the small fry behind.

But here, it's somewhat inappropriate. To maximize benefits, the weakest should charge the first line as cannon fodder to probe the way, allowing those behind to adjust their tactics.

However, this spontaneously formed irrationality is also a kind of inevitability.

The ancestors go first, and the descendents stay behind, after all, they are generations of the Yin family, and in the eyes of the front-line Yin family, aren't the ones behind their own children?

Yin Meng's grandfather naturally ended up at the last because he was the youngest child in there.

"Pfft!"

Li Zhiyuan opened a can of Jianlibao and, while drinking, took out a handful of "last one" or "last two".

Before Zhao Yi went to his death, he left a bag on the spot, containing a few tools and devices, and yes, mostly this bag of medicine pills.

The extremely precious pills were being eaten as candy by Li Zhiyuan, with soda as the solvent.

Good things, if not consumed, are wasted, and there's no worry about rejection by the body at the moment.

Under the ghost surge, breaking like flooding over a dam, plus the iron lion's near-cheat sweeping, the Yin family forming Deadmen were growing fewer.

Meng Meng, though bearing resentment towards the Great Emperor, wouldn't publicly declare it, as most people's ancestral tombs and burned-paper ancestors hold no substantial meaning.

Rather than saying the Yin family was repaying their ancestor Yin Changsheng, it was more about fulfilling their family name's promise.

Other surnames don't have such an opportunity to gather; if they did, they'd likely do the same. This is the cohesion of the clan.

After finishing the can of drink and eating all the "candies," the boy's hair became wet, starting to steam.

Li Zhiyuan looked up. The disintegration of a large number of ghosts and the extinction of Yin family members made the spectral energy swirling above grow increasingly intense.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the iron lion.

Everyone knew what it really was, but it was coy despite the transparency.

Its presence here was the manifestation of the Bodhisattva's will.

Many elements in myth and legend differ greatly from reality, yet the mythological background adds excitement upon seeing it, especially when you prepare to attempt to suppress it.

Li Zhiyuan stood up, walked to the altar, and lit incense again.

The Yin family could not hold on any longer. With the death of the foremost elders, the younger ones' time of resistance became increasingly short, which truly explained the saying of unworthy offspring.

Yin Meng's grandfather finally got the chance to act, smashing several ghosts before being crushed by the iron lion's paw.

"Boom!"

He was the last one, and this strike declared the complete failure of this blocking attempt.

Li Zhiyuan placed the incense into the incense burner.

As to what exactly the Great Emperor is, he's still in the exploration stage.

But one thing the boy can confirm is that the Great Emperor truly does not care for his descendants.

This has nothing to do with whether the descendants were cursed or not; even viewing it from the Great Emperor's perspective, even if they'd rather become Deadmen to aid Him after death, the Great Emperor would not show any emotional response.

The longer one lives, the less human they become; you cannot apply a human template to Him.

Looking post-event in Zhuge Liang's light, whether it was initially drowning the Great Emperor in causal accusations leading to His angry mandate to destroy the family, or later Yin Meng's sacrifice, including Zhao Yi's submission of the Lazy Dogs.