Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 324

Ah Ping went to cook.

Lin Shuyou went to help.

Li Zhuiyuan sat on the manhole cover with paper and pen, writing and drawing.

With someone surnamed Li around, Zhao Yi was too lazy to think about it. He shrunk back in his wheelchair and squinted in the sun.

From the kitchen, the sounds of Ah Ping and Lin Shuyou chatting and laughing could be heard from time to time.

Actually, with more contact, it's no wonder that Ayou hasn't realized Aping's mental state yet.

Many people become like children when they get old.

At her age, A-Ping is willing to chat and laugh with young people, and coupled with her sophisticated and neat attire, it's easy to see that she is embracing a younger generation and is very wise.

The meal is ready. It's a simple home-style dish, not particularly lavish, but it looks, smells, and tastes delicious. I steamed a little extra rice.

Li Zhuiyuan sat down beside him, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat.

Zhao Yi leaned slightly towards the boy and asked, "Is everything planned out?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Design what?"

Zhao Yi: "I saw you sitting there just now, writing with great ease. It shouldn't be difficult for you."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Before we fully and systematically obtain the Jin family's method for suppressing the Black Dragon Skin, there is no way to make a plan in advance."

Zhao Yi: "I don't believe it."

This job is indeed difficult, but Zhao Yi feels that he can do it, so he doesn't believe that the young man can't do it.

Li Zhuiyuan: "If it's just about taking the dragon's skin and remnant spirit, then it's indeed not difficult."

Zhao Yi: "That's still a bit difficult. Take it easy, take it slow, I'm not in a hurry."

Li Zhuiyuan finished the rice in his bowl, ladled half a bowl of soup for himself, picked it up, and slowly drank it.

Zhao Yi ate very little and was the first to put down his chopsticks. Now, with his hands folded in front of his abdomen, he looked somewhat gloomy.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, thank you for your hard work. Please be more thoughtful. This family has had a tough time."

Li Zhuiyuan remained noncommittal.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, Zhao Yi asked, "What were you doing sitting on that manhole cover just now?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Painting."

Zhao Yi shrugged: "Okay."

Aping added another large bowl of rice for Lin Shuyou, and then brought out a wooden tray from the kitchen with a bowl of medicine and a bowl of porridge on it.

There were two small bites of the side dishes from lunch on the porridge, just enough to taste them.

He carried a tray in his left hand and entered the hall. In his right hand, he carried a wooden bucket half-filled with water, with two towels hanging beside it.

Lin Shuyou finished all the food on the table, put down his chopsticks, stretched, and said contentedly:
"Ah...I'm so full."

Zhao Yi: "Go wash the dishes."

"okay."

Lin Shuyou put away the bowls and chopsticks and went into the kitchen to wash them.

After sitting in the courtyard for a while, Li Zhuiyuan got up, took a stack of papers, and went into the house.

The old man has recovered.

After feeding the elderly man his food and medicine, Aping helped him clean up his body and is now tidying up his bed.

A-Ping did all this with a smile on her face.

Every day, she has to make her own crispy candy, sell it, buy groceries, clean the house and yard, and take care of the elderly.

She didn't feel like she was suffering; she was very happy.

When she was little, Jin Xingshan would make osmanthus-flavored candy for her because she loved it. She also had a habit of wetting the bed for a long time, and Jin Xingshan would always help her clean up, change the sheets, and wash the blankets with a smile.

She didn't have many random thoughts in her mind. She just felt that since Jin Xingshan had treated her this way before, it was only natural for her to treat him this way now, even though she was already quite old.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the bedside. The old man's eyes were open as he looked at the boy.

After A-Ping left the bedroom, the old man used silk threads to support his body and sat up.

The boy placed the paintings in front of the old man, who, with trembling hands, turned the pages one by one.

The painting depicts Liu Jinxia, ​​Li Juxiang, and Li Cuicui, and includes not only frontal portraits of the figures but also some accompanying scenes.

For example, Li Juxiang was picking vegetables on the dam, Cuicui was happily spinning around on the country path, and Liu Jinxia was playing cards with three other old ladies.

Li Zhuiyuan deliberately highlighted Liu Jinxia's personality at the mahjong table. She was assertive; except when facing Liu Yumei, she was the docile Xiahou sister, but when facing others, she was incredibly powerful.

The painting deliberately depicts Liu Jinxia standing on tiptoe, leaning close to the old woman, and adjusting the cards in front of her to help her recalculate the score.

Granny Hua was furious, feeling that she couldn't possibly have miscalculated. She sat there, supporting her back, and glared angrily back at Liu Jinxia.

“Hehe…hehe…hehe…”

Laughter came from the strings.

No matter how old their children are, they are still children in their parents' eyes.

Although Liu Jinxia in the painting is already a grandmother, in Jin Xingshan's eyes, she is just a child who takes playing games with her friends very seriously.

The next painting stunned the old man.

In the painting, Liu Jinxia sits behind a table with a solemn expression; on the table are a compass, abacus, and talisman paper, and behind her hang various banners with magical patterns.

Ordinary people are often extremely curious about ghosts and gods, but once they enter the realm of metaphysics and experience the consequences of taboos, they will realize just how terrifying it is.

The old man didn't want his daughter to follow the same path.

Li Zhuiyuan: "This is a quick way to make money and has a high income. Don't worry, she can't even be considered an expert. Even if she's doing spiritual healing, she'll repeatedly remind her clients to continue going to the hospital and taking their medicine."

The old man nodded.

Turn to the last picture.

The scene in the painting should be in the kitchen of a rural house. A little boy is lying on the door panel, and Liu Jinxia is sitting next to the little boy with a calligraphy brush in hand, drawing talismans and chanting incantations.

The boy was tied with a string, the other end of which was tied to Li Juxiang, who was writhing on the ground in pain.

The old man remained silent for a long time.

He didn't ask if the little boy in the painting was the same teenager in front of him, but instead, his eyes reddened as he said:
"The ghost lingers!"

Relying on their strong will to ward off evil spirits is considered the ultimate trick of Liu Jinxia and her daughter.

Normal customers, unless offered an irresistible price, would not agree to the mother and daughter's services.

Liu Jinxia helped Li Zhuiyuan exorcise the evil spirit in this way because Li Weihan had taken care of her and her daughter.

This kind of tough fate does indeed come from ancestral inheritance; the Jin family's destiny is inherently special. But in addition to this, this "inheritance" is also mixed with a curse from the black dragon.

Jin Xingshan thought that by sending his daughter away, he could protect her and keep her safe. His idea was not wrong, and it did indeed work.

However, the curse of the black dragon is not so easy to escape, especially after the black dragon's skin was reborn with a remnant spirit, which was filled with hatred towards the Jin family.

As Jin Xingshan became increasingly powerless to suppress it, it became more and more solidified, and its retaliation became increasingly severe.

This is why, despite all three having tough lives, there is a clear progression in their fates.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "Tell me in detail how your Jin family suppressed this black dragon skin, and I will resolve this matter completely."

The old man had always been wary of Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi, especially when Li Zhuiyuan brought up his descendants, the old man instinctively began to play dumb.

There are countless similar stories in the martial arts world. Sometimes, a family is suppressed and targeted because of the characteristics of its bloodline or destiny. In the end, the whole family, including future generations, are reduced to tools. This is not uncommon.

However, after the boy showed him the paintings, the old man's last bit of doubt was dispelled.

He is now completely convinced that the boy has a past relationship with his daughter's family.

The old man said, "There are no books or written records anymore. There used to be, but I destroyed them all myself."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You can just tell me verbally."

The old man said, "Then I'll try to speak slowly. If there's anything you don't understand, please feel free to ask..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Please speak as quickly as possible."

Old man: "Uh... okay."

Next, the old man began to recount the methods and history of the Jin family in suppressing the Black Dragon Skin.

As Li Zhuiyuan had previously guessed, the Jin family had a special destiny, and it could be said that they were born to make a living in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).

Zhao Wuyang may have been drawn to this aspect of the Jin family's ancestor back then.

The Jin family's historical suppression of the Black Dragon Skin involved using their own destiny as a medium to forcibly neutralize the resentment remaining on the Black Dragon Skin.

This method was tiring, arduous, and painful. The Jin family persisted in it until the Zhao family took Zhao Wuyang's head from under the Suojiang Tower. When the Jin family, now without protection, continued to suppress the Black Dragon Skin in this way, their destiny began to be corrupted by the Black Dragon.

The jiao is a very special creature. So many legends about jiao transforming into dragons actually illustrate its awkward existence at this stage.

In physiognomy and fortune telling, all descriptions related to "Jiao" imply incompleteness or hidden dangers.

As Li Zhuiyuan listened, he scribbled on a piece of paper. This time, he wasn't just drawing; he was starting to design.

As the boy wrote, his pen paused slightly.

He discovered a problem.

In the early days, the Jin family, using their own destiny and professional methods, did indeed try to dispel the resentment of the dragon's skin. However, later, due to the changes caused by the Zhao family, and after the Jin family's destiny was corrupted by the black dragon...

This suppression, ironically, has become a form of "sacrifice and sustenance".

It can be said that the Jin family played a crucial role in enabling the Black Dragon Skin to give birth to a remnant spirit.

This is a cruel truth.

Jin Xingshan was probably caught up in the situation, and since his grandfather and father had all come from the same lineage, he wouldn't have noticed anything unusual.

As soon as Li Zhuiyuan entered the courtyard and "greeted" the remnant spirit of the black dragon in the well, doubts arose in his mind.

If there is a powerful being inside, even without binding it with ropes, he can still make this remnant spirit behave properly.

However, Jin Xingshan inside the house was already in this state, so if the remnant spirit of the black dragon wanted to escape, he was actually powerless to stop it.

This means that the relationship between the Jin family and the Black Dragon Skin has changed from one of unilateral oppression to one of nurturing.

Admittedly, objectively speaking, this is also a kind of "suppression method," like cutting off flesh to feed a tiger, so that the remnant spirit of the black dragon can stay here and not harm ordinary people.

But the remnant spirit of the black dragon was also thinking about its own future. Seeing that Jin Xingshan was about to run out of energy, it had to take the initiative to find a new member of the Jin family.

Liu Jinxia, ​​Li Juxiang, and Cuicui were the future caretakers that Canling had prepared for himself long ago.

The old man said, "I've finished speaking. Is there anywhere else I can help you...?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay, I understand."

Old man: "I..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Leave the rest to me."

The elderly man still found it difficult to adapt to this way of communicating with the teenager.

He was happy to pass on the Jin family's heritage to the boy without reservation, but many key points that he himself found difficult to understand, which he wanted to elaborate on and explain in more detail, were all asked by the boy to be skipped.

There was a sense that the Jin family's traditions meant nothing to the young man.

Although the boy's attitude was rather cold, he was still very polite to the old man, so the old man did not think that the boy was deliberately mocking the Jin family's unique skills.

The old man asked, "How long are you going to prepare... what are you planning to do?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's do it this afternoon, and try to get everything done before evening."

elder:"……"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Since it has taken your family's wealth..."

The boy paused, then changed his approach:
"Now that I've discovered the underlying patterns and essence, I'm going to use the most direct method to solve it."

The old man said, "Don't...act impulsively."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Helping you is the right thing to do, and it is one of the things I came to Jiujiang to do this time; but helping your daughter is something I am willing to do. For their sake, I must nip all potential problems in the bud."

"You saw it too, in that painting, your daughter and granddaughter, they helped me."

The old man said, "This is her...great blessing. Heaven has been kind to the Jin family."

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, the old man exclaimed in shock:

"You mean, she, and her children, were also..."

Li Zhuiyuan interrupted the old man: "I will take care of it, very soon."

All previous doubts vanished at this moment, and the old man pulled on his neck with a silk thread, making him nod as forcefully as possible.

Because he knew he was powerless to help, if his daughter and her descendants still couldn't escape being entangled with the black dragon, the only one who could help them escape the disaster was the young man in front of him. He had to believe that the young man would definitely succeed.

Li Zhuiyuan changed the subject and asked:
"Do you want to see her, or rather, see them?"

A deep longing instantly appeared in the old man's eyes. How could he not want to see her? For his daughter, he had even broken with ancestral precepts. It could be said that for so many years, he had been suffering from the pain of missing her almost every moment.

Fortunately, he also had an adopted daughter, and he poured all the love he had for his biological daughter into A-Ping.

Love is mutual. Aping noticed that the old man was constantly reminiscing about people by looking at objects, and she probably also realized that the old man's health was getting worse. That's why she secretly copied the painting hanging above the old man's bed and posted it on the missing person notice board.

Normally, a hand-drawn version of hers, without any specific information, not even contact details or address, would not get a response at all. But Li Zhuiyuan, who was playing under the Suojiang Tower that morning, saw it.

Of course, this kind of "play" was not aimless from the beginning; in fact, it could be said to be driven by utilitarian motives.

Just like how Zhao Yi bumped into the fugitive while having breakfast last night, Li Zhuiyuan agreed to go downstairs to visit the scenic spots this morning, thinking he should take the initiative and help out.

While it is said that everything is preordained, if you stay cooped up at home, you are undoubtedly increasing the difficulty of receiving what is meant for you.

The old man said, "Let's just not see it."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I said I would handle things here."

The elderly woman said, "She's already so old, and she has a granddaughter. There's no need for her to know that she was adopted."

Li Zhuiyuan: "She already knows."

All of this is Liu Jinxia's fault, because her uncle, before he died, only cared about satisfying his own cravings.

The old man said, "Then she's not interested in coming all this way to see me, is she?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "As you get older, it's true that you're more open-minded, but if given the chance, I think she would also like to come and see you."

Old man: "I..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Even if you were the one who let her be abducted, from a father's perspective, you are very competent."

Old man: "Really...is it okay?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I can make the arrangements."

The elderly man said, "Thank you... thank you."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Later, we'll have to carry you to the yard again."

The old man said, "I will cooperate with everything, no matter what you ask me to do, even if it means giving up my life, which is already worthless."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's not that bad. Even if you're on your deathbed right now, I have a way to keep you alive for a few more days until you see her before you die."

The old man said, "That's wonderful..."

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the bedroom.

The old man said, "I haven't dared to ask... your identity yet?"

Li Zhuiyuan lifted the curtain and answered as he went out, "Her neighbor."

Zhao Yi once again laboriously pushed his wheelchair into the living room.

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan come out, he immediately asked:

"How about it?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It can be resolved quickly; it involves one's destiny."

Zhao Yi: "Fate, that'll be resolved soon... Li, are you planning to use your own fate to clash with the black dragon?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Isn't this the best way to deal with the remnant spirits?"

Zhao Yi: "But this method can easily damage one's mental state if one is not careful. Isn't what you're doing too risky?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "We also use this method when we sew up your skin."

Zhao Yi: "That's good. This is a good opportunity for you to try it out first. Next time you sew the dragon skin for me, you'll be more skilled."

Li Zhuiyuan: "In addition, doing this will also clean up the resentment left in the dragon's skin, saving us the trouble of peeling it off and dealing with it later."

Zhao Yi: "Why does it sound like they're washing intestines?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "The principle is similar."

Zhao Yi: "I like to eat it with a bit of the original flavor. If it's washed too clean, it won't have that flavor."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi: "You don't actually think I'd be affected by that thing's resentment, do you?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay."

Zhao Yi: "Thank you."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Since you're free anyway, help me contact Tan Wenbin and ask him to find a way to arrange for Liu Jinxia and her family to come here and meet Jin Xingshan."

Zhao Yi: "No need to trouble Tan Daban."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Can you handle this?"

Zhao Yi: "Leave it to me."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded. Zhao Yi had a strong sense of compensation towards the Jin family.

Previously, Jin Xingshan mistakenly thought he was Liu Jinxia's grandson, but Zhao Yi readily accepted him as her "grandmother".

Li Zhuiyuan: "I think it's unlikely that Lao Tian's plan will succeed."

Zhao Yi: "Whether Lao Tian succeeds or not, it won't affect my going back to recognize him as my godmother. My Zhao family has committed so many sins, this Zhao guy deserves to be her grandson."

In the bedroom.

Jin Xingshan continued looking at the paintings; this was the first time in many years that he had learned about his daughter's situation.

He especially liked the painting of playing cards, and he lingered on it for a long time with his fingertips.

But at that moment, the portrait seemed to be set on fire, and a patch of yellowish hue appeared.

The old man was stunned and somewhat at a loss. Fortunately, the yellowing did not spread and did not affect his daughter's area. It only completely covered up an old lady who was playing cards at the same table.

Jin Xingshan opened his mouth, his eyes revealing fear, which then layered and gradually evolved into awe.

He roughly guessed who the boy was.

……

The preparation is very simple; all you need is an offering table.

When Lin Shuyou went to make preparations, Aping saw him and quickly set up the offering table. After lighting the candles, she deliberately kept her distance from the offering table, standing under the eaves, not daring to enter the courtyard.

She used to help Jin Xingshan prepare for ancestral worship, but every time the ceremony started, Jin Xingshan would ask her to stay as far away as possible.

It wasn't because she was an adopted daughter and therefore unworthy to offer sacrifices to the Jin family's ancestors, but because Jin Xingshan didn't want it to have any impact on her. Even though she wasn't of Jin family blood, he was afraid of the worst-case scenario.

Lin Shuyou carried Jin Xingshan out and placed him on a platform made up of several benches behind the offering table.

With a flick of his finger, Jin Xingshan sent out a thread that wrapped around the manhole cover, while the other end was tied to his wrist.

This scene is very similar to the method that Liu Jinxia came up with herself.

It can only be said that Grandma Liu does have a "family talent" for learning.

Li Zhuiyuan stood next to Jin Xingshan, took another thread from the other man, and instead of tying it to his own hand, he wrapped it around a nail.

"It's time to start."

Jin Xingshan's eyes were resolute, and he uttered a deep, incomprehensible sound.

Soon, a faint friction sound came from below the wellhead.

The remnant spirit awoke.

The silk threads trembled, and Jin Xingshan closed his eyes. The scales on his back instantly became active, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Buzz!"

The manhole cover trembled; the remnant spirit of the black dragon was about to come up for a meal.

Li Zhuiyuan activated his Yin-walking technique and saw that the already limited blood energy in Jin Xingshan's body began to flow in reverse and was then stained black.

The old man's body has reached its limit, and he most likely won't be able to withstand this round of "suppression".

The main problem is that in the past, when the Jin family held this ceremony, there were many supporting arrangements, but this time, Li Zhuiyuan did not prepare anything except for the offering table.

This is equivalent to forcing Jin Xingshan to confront the remnant spirit of the Black Dragon directly. The remnant spirit of the Black Dragon also sensed the special nature of today and was therefore extremely excited.

Li Zhuiyuan flicked the nail away and wrapped the silk thread around his middle finger.

The next moment, just like the experience when I first entered the courtyard, all the people and things around me disappeared, as if there was only myself and the well in my field of vision.

Oh, and Jinxing Mountain too.

He knelt there, incredibly small and almost transparent.

The boy was experiencing the environment here, which was on a spiritual level, or it could be understood as a dream, like the one created by the dream ghost.

As long as you have enough strong mental strength to rely on, you can be very "free" here, and you can present things that cannot be visualized in reality.

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Jin Xingshan.

Jin Xingshan can speak here now.

"I'm sorry you had to see this..."

The gap in their mental state is crystal clear at this moment.

Although Jin Xingshan is now old and nearing the end of his life, when he was young and first took over from his father to suppress the Black Dragon Skin and came here, he was far smaller and more solid than the young man before him.

When Jin Xingshan first saw the boy in front of him, he thought he hadn't "come in" and was still in reality.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you need me to help you get out?"

Jin Xingshan only played a starting role; it was thanks to him that I was able to get here.

Now that I'm in, Jin Xingshan is no longer of any use.

Jin Xingshan: "I think watching it come to an end is the goal of many generations of my Jin family."

But then, after a moment's thought, Jin Xingshan said, "I think I should leave..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Then you can stay here."

Jin Xingshan: "Won't I become a burden to you...?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "No."

Actually, there was one more thing Jin Xingshan didn't say. He was too embarrassed to say it. He was worried that he would be affected, his spirit would be destroyed, and if he died, he would never be able to see his daughter again.

He was a very contradictory person, constantly wavering between ancestral precepts and his daughter, yet he was also an perfectly normal person.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I promised you I would let you see your daughter."

"boom!"

Behind them, the manhole cover burst open, accompanied by a roar.

Li Zhuiyuan had greeted it before, and it had backed down then. But this time, after sensing Li Zhuiyuan's presence, its ferocity was stirred up once again.

Jin Xingshan looked behind the boy: "It...is here..."

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and faced the black dragon.

It wasn't particularly large, and its shape resembled a giant python, but it was thicker and more robust than a python. The horn on its head also gave it a special air of majesty.

Its physical form is long gone, and now only this little bit of skin remains, but the newly born spirit, at least on a spiritual level, has made itself complete.

"Roar!"

Facing the boy, it opened its mouth wide and issued a provocative statement.

Li Zhuiyuan took a step forward, once again confronting the remnant spirit of the black dragon.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon pounced.

With a "boom," it failed to touch the boy, but was blocked by an invisible barrier in front of him.

A phantom image of an offering table appeared behind Li Zhuiyuan. The memorial tablets on the table were all cracked, revealing a sense of decay.

Even so, it still helped the boy withstand this round of strangulation from the remnant spirit of the black dragon.

On both sides of the offering table, long green banners with gilded decorations are hung, embroidered with lifelike golden dragons.

Even though the spirits of the Dragon Kings of the Liu family have all vanished, the Dragon King's residence is still the Dragon King's residence.

Upon seeing this, the old man lowered his head again and knelt down in worship.

The rows of memorial tablets made him uneasy.

In the eyes of his ancestors, Zhao Wuyang was an unparalleled figure, and in his eyes, Zhao of Jiujiang was an even greater giant in this region.

And the only family in the world capable of displaying so many memorial tablets is the Dragon King.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon roared furiously, its body pounding against the ground.

Theoretically speaking, this should be the Black Dragon's home ground, the depths of its consciousness, and it even has the ability to devour destiny. But this one in front of it is too hard... it really can't bite it.

Even though he was a large man, he was still no match for the boy in front of him in terms of solidity, which was achieved through attrition.

If this continues, it's hard to say who will be the first to give up.

After venting his anger, the remnant spirit of the black dragon turned around and prepared to return to the well.

It knew that with the boy present today, it would be unable to eat the offerings. If the boy were still here next time, it planned to leave.

However, as it returned along the same route and was about to approach the well,

"boom!"

Another invisible barrier appeared, blocking the remnant spirit of the black dragon.

Another illusory offering table fell down, covering the well opening. All the memorial tablets on it were cracked, but the red and gold stripes on both sides still silently proclaimed its majesty.

Jin Xingshan looked at the offering table in front of him, and then at the second offering that appeared in the distance.

The Jin family had been in decline for a long time, and Jin Xingshan didn't pay much attention to matters of the martial arts world. He couldn't understand these two altars.

Based on the current situation, it can be inferred that this young man possesses the lineage of two Dragon King families.

But how could that be possible...? That doesn't conform to legal principles.

Even if one member of the Dragon King's family marries another member of the Dragon King's family, legally he can only represent one family.

The fact that the young man was able to conjure two solemn and majestic offering tables here shows that he is absolutely righteous in his actions. Otherwise, not only would they not appear, but his actions would also bring him karmic retribution.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon launched another attack on the Qin family's altar, but it still couldn't break through.

Its body spun around, and the remnant spirit of the black dragon once again faced the direction where Li Zhuiyuan was, letting out a roar, but this time, it was clearly a little weak.

In fact, when Li Zhuiyuan arrived here and the remnant spirit of the black dragon emerged from the well, the outcome of the battle was already a foregone conclusion.

But what Li Zhuiyuan wanted was not simply to defeat it, but to control it.

To capture them alive, we'll have to pay a higher price and use more sophisticated methods.

Ideally, the remnant spirit should be destroyed on a spiritual level, so that it will fear you whenever it sees you and never dare to cause trouble again.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and reached forward.

His spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, and a majestic figure appeared before the youth—the Emperor of Fengdu.

The emperor's phantom made the same gesture as the boy, raising his hand and then, together with the boy, extending his hand forward.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon began to hide; it was afraid.

But the Emperor's hand still managed to grasp it.

The boy closed his fingers, clenched his fist, and held it tightly.

The emperor closed his fingers, clenched his fist, and tightened his grip.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon let out a mournful wail.

With a loud "bang!", the black dragon's body was severed in two.

The head extends forward, and the tail extends backward. After circling around once, the head and tail connect, and the head opens its mouth to swallow the tail.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon became complete, but although its size had shrunk by almost half compared to before, it was not as solid and began to become somewhat translucent.

Li Zhuiyuan continued forward, deliberately stepping out of the area protected by the Liu family's altar, and even passing through the illusory image of the Great Emperor.

After hesitating for a moment, the remnant spirit of the black dragon was still driven by its ferocity, seeing this as a good opportunity, and charged at the boy again.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hands together in prayer and recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra.

The boy never considered himself a successor of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but the undeniable fact is that there are probably few people in this world who have received a more comprehensive lineage from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva than he has.

Moreover, he had even absorbed the Bodhisattva's lotus platform.

In short, by using his spiritual energy as a means of consumption and by employing feng shui techniques, Li Zhuiyuan successfully conjured a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in front of himself.

It's not big, only half the size of the phantom of the Fengdu Emperor in the background, but the remnant spirit of the black dragon has also shrunk considerably compared to before. Hmm, it's enough.

"boom!"

The remnant spirit of the black dragon crashed into the Bodhisattva statue, and golden flames ignited on its body, causing patches of it to gradually vanish into nothingness.

He immediately began to back away in terror.

Although it was a newly born spirit from within the black dragon's skin and did not inherit the complete memories of the original black dragon, it understood that what was appearing here was extremely abnormal!

Unlike the black dragon's remnant spirit, which was terrified and at a loss, Li Zhuiyuan was becoming more and more adept at handling this environment.

This confrontation is increasingly resembling a game between array masters, only in a different setting.

Back then, in the wave of the dream demon, I could only sway the river to transform the dream demon from a "false wave" into a "real wave," because I was far less powerful and composed than I am now.

If I could return to that wave, even without the karmic intervention of Wei Zhengdao, the Great Emperor, and the Turtle, I could still have a good fight with that Dream Demon.

To put it bluntly, his only shortcoming right now is that he hasn't practiced martial arts, but his improvement in other areas, after wave after wave of tempering, is quite astonishing.

The black dragon's remnant spirit struggled rapidly, finally extinguishing the flames on its body, but its body began to appear translucent.

It is now desperate. It can't fight back, and it can't outlast the enemy. It wants to escape home, but its door is blocked.

Therefore, when Li Zhuiyuan continued to move forward, the black dragon dared not attack again, but deliberately flew upwards, trying to increase the distance between itself and the boy as much as possible.

But frankly speaking, this place is only so big, and because the remnant spirit of the black dragon has been repeatedly injured, the scope of its "dream" is gradually shrinking.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and looked at the black dragon's remnant spirit, which was cowering on top of him in fear.

The boy hesitated for a moment, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Actually, he could "create" that person, but the boy worried that once he created him, he might lose control.

In the end, Li Zhuiyuan still decided to create it. In terms of rank, that one was also a Dragon King, but he was very incompetent.

Wei Zhengdao's figure appeared above the black dragon's head; he was the size of a normal person.

next moment,
Wei Zhengdao raised his foot and stomped down on the black dragon's head!

"boom!"

Li Zhuiyuan felt a wave of dizziness, because his mental energy was being frantically extracted!

Sure enough, it got out of control.

He was clearly a "fake person" he created by relying on the inheritance of cause and effect, but once he appeared, he began to cause trouble instinctively.

Li Zhuiyuan planned to slowly torture the remnant spirit of the black dragon, peeling away its layers like an onion, leaving only the purest essence.

Therefore, I had been controlling the force of my shots.

But Wei Zhengdao's kick directly shattered the remnant spirit of the black dragon, turning it into a cloud of mist!

As Li Zhuiyuan staggered backward, enduring the dizziness in his head, he also had to keep an eye on what was above him, worried that Wei Zhengdao might actually be kicked to death by the remnant spirit.

Fortunately, a creature the size of a python fell from the black mist.

It's not dead yet; it's quite resilient.

That's true. If this thing were so easy to kill, Zhao Wuyang wouldn't have needed to dismember and suppress it after defeating it.

Even though Li Zhuiyuan is not facing the Black Dragon from back then, this characteristic of its has remained.

However, even so, the black dragon was on the verge of collapse.

Its eyes were bloodshot, and extreme terror brought its mental consciousness to the brink of collapse. But whether it is human or beast, it is often the most easily agitated at this time.

It looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

Li Zhuiyuan was still in a state of regression, as if he had been drained too much by Wei Zhengdao's appearance. After his mental strength was exhausted, the illusory images of the Bodhisattva, the Great Emperor, and the Liu family's offering table behind the young man all dissipated.

Finally, the boy even slumped down, landing right in front of Jin Xingshan.

Jin Xingshan immediately stood in front of the boy, placing his left hand on his right, and the Jin family's secret technique was flowing.

In the past, Jin Xingshan was able to "suppress" the black dragon because the black dragon needed him to feed it.

But now, the black dragon's eyes were filled with terror and a desire to kill the boy. It didn't care about the meat from Jinxing Mountain, and it knew even better that if the boy left, he would be helpless if he came back to deal with it after recovering.

A living person can recover their energy simply by eating and sleeping well, but a spirit like this needs to accumulate energy over time and be fed by generations of people, which is incomparable.

The remnant spirit of the black dragon made a desperate gamble and charged towards Li Zhuiyuan.

"what!!!"

Jin Xingshan shouted and charged towards the black dragon in order to protect the boy.

In fact, if the black dragon were more conscious, it would have discovered that all the phantoms the boy had previously created had vanished, but the Qin family's offering table at the wellhead remained standing.

This is a flaw, meaning that the boy hasn't reached his limit yet and is still blocking its door.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan, who was in a state of exhaustion, changed from sitting to cross-legged.

Jin Xingshan was still on the charge when his decision to send his daughter away made his image less tragic. But no matter what, he dedicated his life to suppressing the Black Dragon, which can be called sacrificing himself for righteousness.

Only his ancestors have the right to comment, but even if his ancestors were to appear and see how his descendants are living generation after generation, they would probably find it difficult to utter any words of criticism.

Li Zhuiyuan interlaced his fingers and formed a hand seal.

At the Zhao family's ancestral home, he received a ray of white light.

Actually, when Zhao Yi calls him "ancestor" now, it's not entirely a joke.

Li Zhuiyuan:
"Junior Li Zhuiyuan beseeches the Dragon King of the Zhao Family... to suppress the dragon!"

As Jin Xingshan charged forward, he suddenly felt his vision blur beside him, and then a towering figure appeared.

Jin Xingshan felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. Zhao Wuyang was not only the ancestor of the Zhao family, but also the spiritual totem of his Jin family.

Moreover, in comparison, the Kim family are the true inheritors of Zhao Wuyang's legacy.

With tears streaming down his face, Jin Xingshan, having traversed countless years and generations, finally stood beside Zhao Wuyang once again, fighting alongside the Dragon King.

The one most affected was actually the Black Dragon. When Zhao Wuyang's phantom appeared, memories of being tortured and killed by this elderly Dragon King resurfaced.

Zhao Wuyang is this black dragon's greatest nightmare.

It can be said that at this moment, the consciousness of the black dragon's remnant spirit had collapsed.

As a result, the platform itself began to vibrate and crack.

Li Zhuiyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, raised his right hand and made a fist.

Zhao Wuyang raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

Li Zhuiyuan clenched his fist in front of him.

Zhao Wuyang clenched his fist.

"boom!"

The black dragon began to melt and fell to the ground.

Soon, only a handful of black skin remained.

Jin Xingshan bent down and spread out the dragon skin. Inside, there was something wriggling like an earthworm. It was devoid of any malevolence or impurities. After sensing the aging Jin Xingshan, it was so frightened that it shrank into a mosquito coil.

Li Zhuiyuan got up, walked over, and grabbed the red earthworm in his hand.

Jin Xingshan: "Does this mean..."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded and said:
"Thanks for your hard work.

From this day forward, your Kim family is free.

……

Siyuan Village, Shinan Town, Nantong.

Li Juxiang splashed the water from washing clothes outside the dam and saw Old Tiantou standing at her door again.

These days, Li Juxiang has gotten used to it; Old Tian comes once in the morning, noon, and evening.

She didn't knock on the door, and wouldn't come in even when invited, as if she was just checking to make sure all three of them were home before leaving.

When Liu Jinxia learned about this, she cursed angrily: "In the past, we would have reported this to the police station to arrest this old spy!"
But today, Old Tian took the initiative to speak:

"Xiang Hou, Xiang Hou, hehe."

He spoke broken Nantong dialect.

Li Juxiang walked over with a smile and asked, "Uncle Tian, ​​is something the matter?"

Old Tian took out a lottery ticket, handed it over, and said:
"I drew a lottery ticket and won a luxury trip to Mount Lu for three people."

(End of this chapter)