Corpse Recovery Diver

A massive palanquin was lifted, carried by a group of Arhats.

On the palanquin lay a terribly charred dog, with fur burnt to such a miserable state that it was unclear whether it was alive or dead. Its original fur color appeared to have been white.

On the dog's body was placed a golden statuette of a Bodhisattva, the size of a baby.

After resolving all roadblockers, the Bodhisattva disembarked, preparing to enter the Ghost Gate, into the Underworld, to control Fengdu.

The sound of the Brahma entered his ears, making Li Zhiyuan very uncomfortable. He couldn't catch his next breath, a long note emanated from his throat, and his consciousness drifted to the other side of the brink of death.

Still beneath the yellow water's surface, still inside the truck, still naked, but this time he saw within the cabin, numerous crystal-clear white bones gripping his body, clinging tightly. The bones in the back, unable to grasp him, held onto the bones in front instead.

This bone chain that was gripping each other extended out of the truck window, forming an unimaginably long line outside, drifting continuously underwater.

This time, Li Zhiyuan turned his head, looking towards the main driver's seat.

Zhao Yi's left hand was resting on the steering wheel, a lit cigarette pinched in his right hand. The cigarette butt hadn't gone out in the water, still gleaming but no longer burning.

Similarly, Zhao Yi was also naked, surrounded by many bones gripping his body, extending far out, with no end in sight.

The difference was that the extension from Li Zhiyuan's side went out through the passenger window, while Zhao Yi's went through the driver's window.

This exaggerated bony extension made the truck appear miniature, like a toy.

His consciousness once again returned to reality.

That breath caught up with him again.

Li Zhiyuan returned to Ghost Street; he ought to die because living right now was exceedingly painful.

The softness and bonelessness Zhao Yi felt during his most tormented time seemed much better than the teenager's current state. The young man felt like a piece of thoroughly boiled ribs, easily falling off with just a gentle touch.

Yet, at this moment, Li Zhiyuan suddenly burst with a rather strong will to survive because he wanted to retain one more perspective.

Though, this was becoming increasingly difficult.

The next breath was again hard to maintain.

Li Zhiyuan's sight once more fell inside the truck, and this time, he exerted maximum effort to turn around and look through the middle window towards the back compartment.

Tan Wenbin, Lin Shuyou, along with Liang Yan and Liang Li, were sitting opposite each other. Tan Wenbin was teasing Lin Shuyou about something, while the sisters whispered to each other.

This was supposed to be a very normal, still picture. However, none of them were dressed, all were naked...

In harmony with the smoky yellow hue, it truly exuded the feel of an oil painting.

Moreover, around everyone, there were crystal clear, translucent bones wrapping them. These bones were packed tightly in here, almost suffocating the entire back compartment, making the scene even more bizarre.

Li Zhiyuan saw Run Sheng lying there—receiving the same treatment, but could not see Yin Meng, who should have been lying by Run Sheng's side, also in a slumber when they came.

Furthermore, the stretcher Run Sheng lay on was gone. In short, all the items needed to unload from the truck were, at this moment, not inside.

Li Zhiyuan knew he had gambled correctly.

Here, death was merely a new beginning.

The greatest difference between the Great Emperor and a Bodhisattva is the basic treatment provided by the Great Emperor to his subordinates who accomplish tasks for him.

"Squeak… squeak squeak…"

The cabin's car radio emitted static noise.

It was initially fuzzy but gradually became audible, with a familiar voice coming through.

"Liangliang, Liangliang?"

"No!"

Xue Liangliang rejected.

Li Zhiyuan's lips curved slightly; Brother Liangliang had listened and understood his hint.

"Comrade Xiao Xue, I know I've indeed made an unreasonable request, but rest assured, after this matter, I will compensate you within my capacity in other aspects."

At the instant these words from Mr. Zhai were transmitted from the radio, Li Zhiyuan felt intense pain rushing through his body.

Sitting in the passenger seat, his flesh shrinked, actually becoming "boiled" as it was in reality.

This left Li Zhiyuan somewhat helpless; in this dying state, it was supposed to be convenient to escape the painful reality.

Now, both sides of the brink offered no relief; he still had to endure this torment.

On the driver's seat, Zhao Yi's body displayed distorted, irregular cracks; he had been bitten to death by Tidings in its mouth.

Liang Yan and Liang Li, the two girls, had their upper bodies drenched in red; they were stomped to death by Tidings.

Tan Wenbin also was completely red, but his redness had layers, gradually fading from top to bottom, as he was smashed into a bloody mist on the ground by Tidings' tail, bearing the initial impact point.

Run Sheng, on the other hand, bore several blood lines. Though stomped to death, he was resisting until his very end, dying mid-resistance.

The only normal depiction was Lin Shuyou.

Because he was the only one maintaining a whole body, standing in death.

Among the various naked, tragically posed wax figures, Lin Shuyou appeared so unique and abrupt.

In front, the half-transparent bones closest to him began to disperse, the crystalline clarity gradually merging into his body.

The bone chains for everyone were long enough; as the front ones shattered, those behind immediately followed up.

Li Zhiyuan knew that all of this was due to Mr. Zhai's compromise over the radio.

However,

"Brother Liangliang, it's still not enough; this is just the base salary..."