Corpse Recovery Diver

Great Emperor, is he really getting angry?

In the past, Li Zhiyuan was unsure, but yesterday at Mr. Zhai's doorstep, when he heard the Bodhisattva refer to him as... the Direct Disciple in the conversation with the Great Emperor.

The young man was certain that the Great Emperor was not a living, breathing character.

Everyone used him as a blade, the difference being, the Great Emperor's way of wielding the blade made Li Zhiyuan more accustomed, while the Bodhisattva's use-and-discard approach made it difficult for the blade to favor him.

Ghosts surged like tides, rushing toward Li Zhiyuan.

That iron lion also ran among them.

Li Zhiyuan formed seals with his hands, then raised his left arm, pointing to the sky.

Among the orange lanterns above his head, one transformed into a massive eyeball.

Li Zhiyuan covered his right eye again with his right hand, and blood flowed out this time, not from a mist of blood, but from the actual eye socket.

The eyeball above his head also bled, shooting out like sparks, igniting the thick ghost energy of resentment above.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Columns of Karmic Fire fell, and many ghosts were burned away on the street.

Several columns struck the iron lion, forcing it to lower its head in defense.

Li Zhiyuan left the offering table and began to run. He hadn't trained in martial arts, so his speed wasn't extraordinary, but amidst the street of Karmic Fire, he was actually the safest one.

The iron lion crouched there seemed to sense something, slightly raising its head, but at that moment, another column of fire struck, enveloping its entire body.

When the Karmic Fire dissipated, Li Zhiyuan had already reached the lion.

The lock chain was the best ladder, and it lay prone, allowing Li Zhiyuan to ascend to its top in one breath.

The massive tail silently drew near, very close to the young man.

In Li Zhiyuan's mind appeared the way it killed Zhao Yi; it liked to devour and chew those it hated with a ritualistic manner.

It hated Zhao Yi so, there was no reason it wouldn't hate him, probably even more so.

The hand that the young man was about to extend, he retracted.

The tail appeared, binding the young man.

The iron lion opened its maw wide, intending to chew and swallow the young man.

Li Zhiyuan was waiting for this opportunity, his hand pointing at the gaping blood-red mouth below.

The lantern overhead instantly transformed into many eyes, the Karmic Fire from above that hadn't fallen yet gathered all together, guided, and smashed into the iron lion's maw.

"Buzz!"

The Karmic Fire burned, melting the lock chain on the iron lion, then the next layer of illusionary cover was also incinerated.

In an instant, Li Zhiyuan saw its true form, tiger head, single horn, dog ears, dragon body, lion tail, qilin feet—Tidings!

Exposed in its true form, it looked like an egg peeled of its shell.

It began to wail, its body twisting and cracking.

At this point, it was meaningless to care for anything else, Li Zhiyuan was flung away by its tail, and as he landed, he rolled sideways to reduce the impact. He wasn't killed instantly, but he rolled with his head bleeding.

"Thud!"

Tidings' body fell to the ground, like a piece of fat thrown into a frying pan, being rendered away.

The scorching flames splashed around, forming indiscriminate coverage, and Li Zhiyuan was in the midst of it, unable to avoid it.

The young man bowed his head, watching his hands wrinkle visibly, feeling like a piece of clay about to melt into water.

Too tired, too lazy to struggle, let death come, at least he took this one down with him.

"Whoosh..."

A huge lock chain emerged from beneath the water, forcefully wrapping around one of Tidings' legs, then swiftly pulling it down.

Thus, Li Zhiyuan, on the brink of being burned to death, was pulled away from the roasting range.

Instead, during the pull, the remaining ghosts on the street were all incinerated alongside, and as Tidings was dragged underwater, the water boiled, emitting endless piercing screams.

Countless ghosts still submerged, yet to ascend and worship, lost the opportunity to come ashore forever.

Li Zhiyuan sat on the ground, he could only maintain this position without moving, because his skin and flesh had shrunk severely, sticking to places, and any slight movement would mean tearing his own flesh.

In front, the street was utterly clean, all debris and filth cleansed by fire, as if nothing had ever happened tonight.

"Ah..."

A low moan escaped Li Zhiyuan's throat.

His eyes closed, he entered a dying state.

For ordinary people, at this stage, consciousness falters in and out like high-frequency naps, just waiting for the ultimate "long slumber."

But Li Zhiyuan, in his blurred consciousness, saw another scene.

He saw himself sitting naked in the truck's passenger seat, completely unclothed.

The truck continued forward, but outside the window was not a road; at this moment, the truck seemed to have sunk to the riverbed somewhere, surrounded by yellow river water.

"Ah..."

Li Zhiyuan's consciousness snapped back, his vision returning to Ghost Street.

Chants resounded again, emanating from the dock.

A solemn and majestic aura began to gather, no longer ghosts entering from the water but monks clad in Kasayas, marching in neat rows, chanting scriptures, forming eight orderly rows, coming ashore from the dock and advancing along Ghost Street, increasing in number, impossible to count.