Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 323

In an instant, it was as if everyone else in the courtyard had disappeared, leaving only the boy and the well in front of him.

The thing shot straight up from the bottom of the well, as if it wanted to break out of the well in the most powerful way.

All the pressure and aura it carried were directed at the boy in that instant.

Ordinary people simply cannot withstand such deliberate targeting; their mental and physical consciousness will be crushed and shattered in an instant, turning them into madmen who live in fear forever.

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes slowly widened. The boy was not only fearless, but also puzzled as to why "the other party" dared to provoke him.

If you were the ferocious black dragon that stirred up storms and ravaged both banks of Jiujiang back then, I would probably have taken a different approach based on my understanding of your absolute power.

But right now you are just a remnant spirit, without a physical body, and not even a decent soul. And yet you dare to act presumptuously in front of me.

In terms of strength and status, you are inferior to me.

Therefore,
Who gave you this confidence and courage?

The two sides' momentum clashed imperceptibly.

"Roar!"

An angry roar came from below the well, but gradually the roar began to weaken, while the sharpness in the boy's eyes grew stronger.

How could someone who carries the weight of two Dragon Kings be frightened by a mere remnant spirit of a black dragon?

Even real dragons were displayed on the altar in the east room of his house, filling it to the brim.

"Crack, click, click..."

The sound of friction came from the well wall below again, but this time it came from downwards, not upwards.

It went down, disappeared into the well water, and sank to the bottom.

Li Zhuiyuan's surroundings returned to normal, and the boy withdrew his hand from the manhole cover.

Lin Shuyou stood there rubbing his eyes. His eyes had been very itchy, and his vertical pupils were in a confused state of being open and closed.

Sensing danger but unsure of its source, they could only try to close the distance between themselves and Xiao Yuan in a state of confusion and tension.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Zhao Yi asked, "What's inside? It's pretty arrogant."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be something your ancestor left behind in Jiujiang Town, Jiaohou."

Lin Shuyou: "Are the other remains of Zhao Longwang in the well?"

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes at Lin Shuyou: "I'm talking about the remnants of that dragon."

"Oh." Lin Shuyou scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then pointed to the well and asked, "So, a black dragon is suppressed in this well?"

Zhao Yi: "Barely... I guess so."

Lin Shuyou: "But when I came in just now, I couldn't see any trace of a seal in this yard, and even now, there doesn't seem to be anything special on this manhole cover."

Zhao Yi: "Suppression does not necessarily require sealing."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The coughing in the room has stopped."

Zhao Yi: "Ayou, come inside and take a look."

Lin Shuyou didn't move.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Go in."

Lin Shuyou entered the house.

The room was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Lin Shuyou slowly walked towards the bedroom and pulled back the curtain.

Suddenly, he felt a dizzying sensation as the world spun around him.

Lin Shuyou immediately activated his vertical pupils, revealing the aura of a True Monarch, which suppressed the ambiguity of spatial orientation.

Looking closer, I found the bedroom was completely dark.

Lin Shuyou knew that he had not yet fully broken through the strange environment in the room.

The next moment, the ground began to tilt, the roof gradually twisted, and the surrounding walls began to rotate.

Lin Shuyou's vertical pupils revealed anger. He clenched his fists and gathered his strength. Faced with this increasingly complicated situation, he decided to try to break it with force.

Just then, Brother Xiao Yuan walked in from outside.

As the boy walked, he waved his right hand to both sides, and soon the room became completely "quiet".

Li Zhuiyuan looked towards the bedroom and said, "We didn't come with any absolute malice. Of course, if you want to continue playing, I'm happy to oblige."

"call……"

The bedroom curtains seemed to be half-blown open by the wind, as if someone were lifting the curtain to invite someone inside.

Lin Shuyou went in first, and the curtain was drawn down to stop him.

The owner inside meant that only Li Zhuiyuan was allowed to enter.

Li Zhuiyuan spread out his right hand, his palm filled with a mist of blood, preparing to forcibly seize control of the room.

Sensing the boy's actions, the curtain was lifted again.

Lin Shuyou went inside, followed by Li Zhuiyuan.

Zhao Yi pushed his own wheelchair. He was already panting heavily as soon as he entered the living room, but he still tried his best to keep pushing himself forward.

The wheelchair reached the curtain and made a thud.

The curtain, which should have been gently draped, remained completely still, while Zhao Yi himself, along with his wheelchair, was jolted backward.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted from the inside, and Lin Shuyou came out, came behind Zhao Yi, helped him push the wheelchair, and then lifted the curtain with his hand to let Zhao Yi in.

After that, Lin Shuyou did not come in again, but walked to the door of the house and stood with his arms crossed.

Zhao Yi knew that, given Li's style, he would only let the "bodyguard" out after confirming that there was nothing in the bedroom that could pose an uncontrollable threat to him.

The bedroom was very large, like three rooms put together in one space.

The interior is furnished in an antique style, with a study filled with ancient books; a music room with zithers and harps; and a bed, an old-fashioned wooden bed with exquisite carvings.

"Crunch... crunch..."

Silk threads extended from the bed, binding and entwining themselves throughout the room.

Amidst the rustling sounds, an old man on the bed slowly sat up.

All those threads were wrapped around his body.

The old man was very old and had long lost the ability to move freely. He could only rely on the silk thread to move and pull his body.

When he "sat up," he met the eyes of the boy standing at the foot of the bed.

“Rustle…rustle…”

The old man's fingertips trembled slightly, connecting to the music room through silk threads, where he plucked the strings, producing a friction sound that, if listened to carefully, could be heard as "speaking."

"I was unaware of your presence and apologize for not welcoming you properly."

The old man adopted a very humble posture, not only because the boy had been able to compete with him for control of the room earlier, but also because the boy had just managed to agitate the remnant spirit of the black dragon in the courtyard.

This remnant spirit wouldn't be disturbed for no reason; it can only mean that it sensed a destiny that interested it and wanted to compete and show its strength.

Even more frighteningly, the remnant spirit of the black dragon eventually admitted defeat and went down on its own.

This is far more effective than sending out invitation cards; it's the most genuine touchstone.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I apologize for my abrupt visit and for being impolite, but I have something to ask you, please let me know."

The old man said, "I will speak freely and without reservation."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why is the remnant spirit of the black dragon here?"

The old man said, “Well, it’s a long story. If you, young friend… no, esteemed sir, are willing to listen to my rambling, please take a seat. It’s a pity that Ah Ping has gone out to buy groceries, and there’s no one in the house to serve you tea. Please forgive my poor hospitality.”

Li Zhuiyuan pulled up a chair next to him and sat down: "Please speak."

Zhao Yi gently pushed his wheelchair as he listened and toured the site.

What interests him most are the ancient books on the bookshelf.

He had hoped to find something unexpected, but he was disappointed because the ancient book had great literary value but no esoteric value.

There were many painting barrels nearby, filled with paintings, and Zhao Yi reached out and moved some around.

The old man began to tell his story:
"Does Your Excellency know of the Zhao family of Jiujiang?"

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Zhao Yi and replied, "I know."

Zhao Yi lowered his head and touched his nose. He had a premonition that the sins committed by the Zhao family would be brought to light again.

"The ancestor of the Zhao family of Jiujiang, Zhao Wuyang, the Dragon King of the Zhao family, once suppressed a generation of martial arts practitioners."

When the Dragon King's lifespan was about to end, he went to Jiujiang, suppressed a black dragon, and took his final bow.

My ancestors worshipped the Zhao family's Dragon King.

Zhao Yi: "May I ask your surname, sir?"

The old man said, "My surname is Jin, Jin Xingshan."

Zhao Yi: "But there is no one with the surname Jin around the Zhao family's Dragon King."

Zhao Yi had read his ancestor's notes and knew that his ancestor had not traveled the river alone. Two people who worshipped him accompanied him to the end and helped him achieve the position of Dragon King.

Later, one of them retired from the martial world and lived a carefree life; the other established his own sect, but this sect was not as good at "managing" as the Zhao family, and it was quickly lost in the long river of martial arts.

One was surnamed An, another was surnamed Sun, and none were surnamed Jin.

The old man said, "You've misunderstood. My ancestors didn't follow the Zhao family dragon king across the river. It was the Zhao family dragon king who came to Jiujiang, received the dragon king's order, paid homage to the dragon king, and accompanied the dragon king to suppress the black dragon."

"It was my inaccurate description that caused you to misunderstand."

Zhao Yi: "I offended you with my words."

The old man continued, "To be able to obey the Dragon King's order is an honor in itself. Moreover, my family has been rooted in Jiujiang for a much longer time. Compared to the Dragon King who came to Jiujiang in his later years, my Jin family is more like the natives of Jiujiang."

Therefore, helping the Dragon King suppress the black dragon is a good deed that benefits the local community, and it is our bounden duty.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhuiyuan recalled the four families of the Old Heavenly Gate.

Back in Zhangjiajie, a fierce general, at the height of his power, intended to break out of the tomb and lead his ghostly army to conquer the world once more.

Finally, Qin Kan, the Dragon King of the Qin family, arrived in Zhangjiajie and issued a Dragon King's order. The four families of Laotianmen came out to assist the Dragon King in suppressing the general.

The old man said, “According to my family’s records, the black dragon was in its new stage back then. It was violent and ferocious, with endless blood and energy. Fortunately, the Zhao family’s Dragon King was incredibly brave and fought it until the river surface was covered with red tides.”

Unfortunately, the Dragon King was old and no longer in his prime. Although he defeated it, he could not completely eliminate the evil creature. He could only leave arrangements in Jiujiang to let time wear down the evil spirit of the dragon after its death and prevent it from reappearing.

My ancestor was one of the guardians of one of these arrangements.

Li Zhuiyuan: "How should it be arranged?"

The old man said, "After the Dragon King defeated the black dragon, he beheaded it, pulled out its tendons, broke its bones, and skinned it."

The most difficult and dangerous to suppress was the dragon's head, which was entrusted by the old dragon king to a descendant of the Zhao family for personal suppression.

It is said that the old Dragon King once said that his time was up and that leaving his body to build temples and mausoleums would bring shame to the previous Dragon Kings and be ridiculed by the Dragon Kings of the future.

Therefore..."

The old man held Zhao Wuyang in high esteem; in other words, the old man's family had worshipped Zhao Wuyang for generations.

Although not of the Zhao family bloodline, he was extremely proud that his ancestors could suppress the black dragon together with the Dragon King.

Li Zhuiyuan said directly, "The old Dragon King used his own head to suppress the head of the black dragon."

The old man said, "That's right. Back then, it was enshrined deep inside the Suojiang Tower."

Li Zhuiyuan: "So, besides your Jin family and the Zhao family, there are two other families?"

The old man said, "Yes. However, the dragon's head, tendons, and bones have all been suppressed and destroyed. Only the black dragon's skin... is covered with the greatest resentment of the black dragon before its death. It is the most difficult to suppress and will take longer."

For generations, the old and decrepit family has been silently suppressing this.

Logically speaking, even if my ancestors were not as talented as our forefathers and could not gain the Dragon King's approval, it shouldn't be this absurd.

Even if it takes two more generations, this matter should be concluded so that the black dragon can never reappear in the human world.

The problem is, for some reason, generation after generation has tried to suppress it, but they have never been able to completely eradicate the black dragon's skin. It has remained to this day, and has even given rise to a remnant spirit.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is it really because you don't know the reason?"

The old man was silent.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Or maybe you actually knew the reason a long time ago, but you didn't dare to say it."

The old man pulled at his face and the corners of his mouth with a silk thread, revealing a helpless smile, and said:

"Please don't forget, Your Excellency, this is Jiujiang."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It was the Zhao family who took away the head of the Zhao family's Dragon King from deep within the Suojiang Tower without authorization."

The old man's eyes showed astonishment.

It's already shocking to know such a thing, let alone for the other party to say it so casually.

It was as if they didn't take the renowned Zhao of Jiujiang seriously at all.

Zhao Yi sighed inwardly. Well, as expected, it was another disaster caused by his ancestors.

The one who retrieved the ancestor's head from the Suojiang Tower was Zhao Luhai.

Li Zhuiyuan got up, went to the music room, and helped adjust the wiring.

The old man must not have "spoken" this much in a long time, as his voice became increasingly muffled and distorted towards the end.

The whole story is quite simple.

Zhao Wuyang came to Jiujiang to suppress the Black Dragon in his old age. After killing it, he was too weak to continue to wear it down.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that Zhao Wuyang himself might not be good at formations, which might also be a reason for this.

Each generation of Dragon King has its own characteristics, and it's normal for them to have shortcomings.

The Dragon King, who came from humble origins, certainly had a disadvantage in this regard, but of course, his advantages were also unmatched by others.

The Dragon King himself was not skilled in formations, which is why he needed to issue a Dragon King's decree to borrow the power of the local mystical sects.

Zhao Wuyang himself certainly didn't want to leave any future troubles, but he really didn't have any better methods, and besides, he was about to perish at that time.

This, however, gave later generations the opportunity to harbor wicked intentions, because the authority to suppress the black dragon was delegated from the very beginning. The Jin family of Jiujiang was already mentally prepared for the longest part of the operation, which involved suppressing the dragon's skin.

The other families should have been wiped out long ago, otherwise even if Zhao Luhai was stupid, he wouldn't dare leave the Black Dragon's head there and take back his own ancestor's head.

In Zhao Luhai's view at the time, the black dragon had long since vanished, and it was a waste to keep the ancestor's head under the Suojiang Tower. It would be better to move it home to provide shelter for future generations.

However, this action disrupted the integrity of the entire arrangement, allowing Zhao Wuyang's head to remain under the Suojiang Tower, thus maintaining the continued suppression of the remaining black dragon in the Jiujiang region.

This is somewhat similar to the peach orchard in Nantong now, except that Qing'an is not dead yet.

In short, the Jin family, who were responsible for suppressing the dragon skin, suffered a great misfortune because of Zhao Luhai's actions back then.

What was originally a long but predictable task has been transformed into an endless cycle of lifetimes.

How many years of blessings did the Zhao family ancestors enjoy "after death" in the ancestral home, while the Jin family suffered so much hardship while they were alive?

Li Zhuiyuan walked back to the bedside and asked, "You don't even dare to ask the Zhao family why they did this?"

The old man seemed to have made up his mind and simply spoke his mind: "Only the Zhao family can go to that tower to take the Dragon King's head. My ancestors not only dared not ask, but they also immediately arranged for the family's 'decline' and disappeared from Jiujiang."

The Zhao family may do such a rebellious thing, but if you dare to ask, they will immediately silence you.

The Jin family ancestor was indeed wise; the Zhao family believed that the suppression of the Black Dragon was over.

However, if the Zhao family finds out that the Jin family is not finished yet and still retains part of the Black Dragon's skin, then they will be guilty of possessing a treasure.

Admittedly, the Jin family could have offered up the black dragon's skin and let whoever wanted it take it, but they didn't. They still wanted to fulfill the promise made by their ancestors to the Dragon King and continue to shoulder their responsibilities.

This sense of righteousness and awareness stands in stark contrast to the corrupt and despicable Zhao family.

The old man said, "If it were simply a matter of insufficient strength, that would be one thing, but ever since then, something has happened to the Jin family..."

With the silk threads wrapped around him, the old man turned around, exposing his back to the two of them.

Its back was covered with black and white scales, which seemed to possess some kind of vitality and were constantly swaying.

Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward, placed his palm on the scales, and the blood mist slowly dispersed as he examined the area.

These scales are not just on the surface of the skin like cowhide dermatitis; in fact, they are present throughout the elderly person's body.

It can be said that the old man was enduring this torture at all times.

The old man said, “I am like this, my father is like this, and all those with the bloodline of the Jin family will be like this. After adulthood, they will start to grow these scales, which will become more and more serious until they are in a state of living death.”

Li Zhuiyuan: "This has been corrupted by evil spirits."

It can also be interpreted as a curse from that black dragon.

Originally, this wouldn't have happened. Zhao Wuyang's plan included protecting the Jin family, but after that protection disappeared, the Jin family continued to suppress the Black Flood Dragon's hide, which was equivalent to fighting the Black Flood Dragon's malevolent intent alone.

Zhao Yi, sitting in his wheelchair, had already turned his head away.

Zhao Yi's sense of good and evil has always been more ambiguous than Li Zhuiyuan's. Li Zhuiyuan has a clear set of rules, while Zhao Yi is more inclined to rely on his own subjective judgment.

But in this situation, you can't comfort or deceive yourself, and you certainly can't ignore it.

The old man said, "So, the Jin family is not pretending; it has truly fallen into decline."

If every family has this disease in their bloodline, generation after generation, the blood will become thin.

Moreover, the Jin family has not yet abandoned the oath they made to their ancestors and the Dragon King.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the study, stood in front of the desk, and picked up a pen.

"She didn't have it."

"You mean Ah Ping?"

"Ah."

“Aping is a child I picked up in winter. In the field below Suojiang Tower, Aping was abandoned in a basket by her parents. When I went over and lifted the blanket, Aping’s face was frozen purple.”

She is not of my blood, so naturally she is not affected by this.

Furthermore, although A-Ping can take care of herself, she has mental disabilities. Despite her advanced age—she'd be a grandmother in most families—her mental age is forever that of an eight-year-old.

"Eight years old?"

Zhao Yi blinked. Why hadn't Ayou noticed that he had interacted with and chatted with that old woman?

But then I thought, it's quite normal that Ah-you didn't notice...

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is this your only adopted daughter at home now?"

Old man: "Hmm."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is there no one else?"

The old man said, "No, there are only me and A-Ping in this house."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

The old man said, "I have failed my ancestors."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Your Jin family has already paid enough for this. It is the Zhao family that has let you down."

The old man said, “But I eventually gave up. It was too painful, and the burden was too heavy. I don’t want my descendants to suffer the same torment, this endless torment.”

Li Zhuiyuan: "Can Aping draw and write?"

The old man said, "She will. My daughter, Ping, has been a child prodigy since she was little."

There are calligraphy copybooks and painting scrolls on the desk, many of which are newly written or painted.

The old woman was already in that state, so naturally she wouldn't have the leisure to write or paint anymore. These are A-Ping's works.

It is clear that the old man truly poured immense love into this adopted daughter.

When the old woman was a child, the old man must have spent a lot of energy and patience teaching her how to live, how to take care of herself, and how to write and draw.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the painting he had just finished, blew on it, walked to the bedside, and presented it to the old man.

The old man glanced at it, and immediately, a piercing screeching sound came from the strings.

The painting Li Zhuiyuan drew was the one the old woman posted on the missing person notice board.

Old man: "This...this is?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Aping sells crispy candy under the Suojiang Tower. She is the one who posted this picture on the notice board."

No wonder the drawing is so good and the handwriting is so nice, but the description below is very vague, and even the most important contact information is missing.

Considering that A-Ping's mental age is only eight, it's understandable that she overlooked such crucial information.

"crunch...crunch...crunch..."

The silk threads in the room began to tremble.

The old man looked at Li Zhuiyuan with a deep sense of wariness.

Moreover, he was prepared to take action against Li Zhuiyuan.

Zhao Yi knew he had misunderstood, so he said:

"The Zhao family's ancestral home has been burned down, and the outer residence will also be disbanded in a couple of days. In short, the Zhao family is gone."

Shock reappeared in the old man's eyes.

Only the Xuanmen sects within the Jiujiang region truly understand the terror of the Jiujiang Zhao family, a family that has produced a Dragon King.

The old man asked, "Who...who attacked the Zhao family?"

Zhao Yi glanced at the boy and replied, "Me."

Old man: "Your Excellency... are you?"

Zhao Yi: "My surname is Zhao."

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

The sound of the strings was drawn out.

After a long while, he managed to reassemble his words:
"Which...Zhao?"

"Zhao of Jiujiang, I've sent all my ancestors to the underworld."

"Buzz. Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The old man's heart was in turmoil, but his initial wariness had vanished.

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "Why did Aping paint this picture?"

The old man did not answer.

Li Zhuiyuan: "A person with the mind of an eight-year-old should not be able to draw things they have never seen before."

The old man said, "What A-Ping drew is her childhood."

Li Zhuiyuan raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

The old man felt a tremor in his fingertips as a thread was pulled beyond his control, and above his head, on the ceiling above the bed, a painting was unfolded.

The person in the painting was drawn by A-Ping, but the old man's painting skills are better. Although it is a painting of a person, the one above the old man's bed is obviously more lifelike.

This painting is not only ancient, but its four corners and edges are also mottled with varying shades, traces left by tears that have repeatedly soaked it.

The old man looked up and said, "Our Aping... wasn't she pretty when she was little?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm, it's hard to tell, this is her when she was little."

The elderly woman said, “How could I not see it? Even now, when my daughter Aping goes out, she is still neat and clean, completely different from other elderly women her age.”

Li Zhuiyuan: "There's no way around it. If you're always pretending to be a ghost or a madman, it's hard to look good."

Old man: "What?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "But her daughter is very beautiful because she works hard to earn money so that her daughter doesn't have to do farm work."

Old man: "You mean..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Her granddaughter is even prettier. She likes to wear green dresses. Although she has fewer friends, she is still living a carefree life. Now she has skipped a grade and has more classmates and friends."

Old man: "Do you know her?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

The old man looked at Li Zhuiyuan in disbelief and asked, "She is...your grandmother?"

Zhao Yi: "My grandmother."

The old man was stunned.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You don't need to be wary of us or try to hide anything from us. We have no interest in using your bloodline as a weapon."

Zhao Yi: "Let's be frank. As you can see, with our strength, we don't need to waste so much time talking to you about what we want to do to you or the Jin family."

The old man said, “I have a daughter… When my daughter was born, the first time I saw her, I had the idea of ​​betraying the family’s ancestral teachings.”

I am a selfish person, and I cannot imagine what it would be like for my daughter to suffer such pain.

Ultimately, I made a decision: I would send her away.

"You handed her over to a human trafficker?"

"Well, because I don't know where she was trafficked to, but my daughter's fate is very strong, she is not destined to die young. My Jin family has a long history of long life."

The more suffering one endures, the longer one lives; I think this is its revenge.

Zhao Yi: "That's not safe enough either."

The old man said, "When the human trafficker returns to Jiujiang, I will kill him and bury the secret of where my daughter is."

Zhao Yi: "That's good, that's a good idea."

The old man said, "I could still get out of bed back then. I was afraid that one day I wouldn't be able to resist missing her and would go looking for her. But if I brought her back and kept her in this house, I...she..."

Is she alright now?
You—no, you just said she has a daughter and a granddaughter? She must be…doing alright, right?

“At first, life was quite difficult because my husband passed away early, and my son-in-law also passed away early. But now, in the village, we are living a life that is among the best.”

Two years ago, when I first returned to Nantong, Cui Cui's room already had a TV, and there was plenty of snacks and soft drinks.

The old man said, "She's suffered so much... my daughter... haha..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I see the scales on your back are starting to stir. Calm down first, and we'll talk properly later."

This kind of thing needs to be dealt with calmly by the old man. Li Zhuiyuan was worried that he might get too excited and close his eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan pushed the wheelchair and left the bedroom with Zhao Yi.

When I arrived at the entrance of the hall, I saw that Ah Ping had returned.

Lin Shuyou was calling her "Grandma" repeatedly as they sat chatting on a bench in the yard with Aping. The scene was perfectly normal and didn't seem out of place at all.

Both Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi's gazes fell on the well.

Zhao Yi: "I've found my skin, Brother Xiao Yuan."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay, here's the skin for you."

Zhao Yi: "I feel that the remnant spirit is also destined for me, and it suits me very well. What do you think, Brother Xiaoyuan?"

In terms of value, the remnant spirit of the black dragon is undoubtedly more precious.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, here you go too."

Zhao Yi: "Really, ancestor?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Well, as for the leather, you should ask the Liang sisters to help you sew and fuse it. Their skills are definitely more exquisite."

Sew the dragon skin onto one's own body is not just a simple needlework task; it also involves fusion and repulsion, with a very low success rate, and failure means death.

Let alone the Liang sisters not having that ability... even if they did, they're still unconscious and we don't know when they'll wake up.

"Hehe, Xiao Yuan, I was just joking."

"Me too."

"The remnant spirit is yours, of course, you surnamed Li."

(End of this chapter)