Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 392

Nantong Grand Hotel.

Room 909.

"Crash!"

The sound of the French windows shattering came from inside the room.

The array master who was sitting in another room on the floor stood up; the thin man on the carpet at the door of room 909 slowly stood up.

They both heard the noise inside, but neither dared to go in without permission.

Once you enter the public sector, you must abide by the rules.

In the lobby of the Grand Hotel, Yu Shuzheng was talking with Secretary Xu.

Nantong is Secretary Xu's hometown.

However, she had already obtained a Beijing household registration and brought her parents to Beijing as well. In her conversation, she revealed a faint sense of estrangement from her former hometown.

This is a form of separation; one is proud of their new household registration status and doesn't want to involve outsiders in too much of their past, which they implicitly consider a stain.

Yu Shu couldn't understand why Li Lan would choose such a person as her secretary.

He and Li Lan were in different departments and had different responsibilities, but they had often crossed paths and cooperated in the past. Although Li Lan was not a member of the Xuanmen sect, her style of doing things often left this seasoned veteran amazed.

A hotel staff member passed by and instinctively asked some questions in Nantong dialect, to which Secretary Xu replied in perfect Nantong dialect.

Yu Shuzeng transformed into a storyteller and traveled to all corners of the country, including the countryside of Nantong.

This Secretary Xu is quite interesting. He is proud to be from Xinjing, yet he still speaks his hometown dialect authentically, no less so than an elderly person from the countryside who has had little contact with the outside world.

With the typhoon approaching, some preparations were made outside the hotel, and items that could easily be blown away by the wind were moved inside.

Yu Shu finished his conversation with Secretary Xu and walked to the hotel entrance.

The glass door was constantly being slightly deformed by the strong wind outside, as if it were holding its breath.

Yu Shu took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and before he could light it, his ears twitched slightly. He turned to the side and looked up.

But after waiting for a long time, no broken glass fell, not even a single shard of glass.

He instinctively thought that something might have happened in the room on the ninth floor.

I wanted to take the elevator up to check, but I ultimately restrained myself from doing so.

Since we're not in the same department, it's not convenient for me to interfere in the other person's affairs unless they issue a collaboration request.

Rubbing his nose, Yu Shu recalled the scene he had witnessed that day: Li Lan and the boy sitting in the same car.

He keenly sensed that something was about to happen in Nantong, and it was highly likely to be related to this couple.

Unfortunately, neither women nor boys were subjects he could investigate.

"Sigh, this line of work is really difficult."

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled.

"Fortunately, my special job, like that of the foundry workers, means early retirement."

The masked woman appeared on the ninth floor.

She opened the door to room 909.

At first glance, everything inside seemed normal; Li Lan was sitting on a sofa, drinking coffee.

But as the masked woman went inside and closed the door, the scene before her eyes suddenly changed.

All the floor-to-ceiling windows had disappeared, and the wind and rain outside were raging in, blowing everything in the room.

Li Lan stood by the window, her hair flowing freely.

Masked woman: "Director Li..."

Li Lan turned around and looked at the masked woman.

From the masked woman's perspective, the director's eyes were bloodshot.

The moment their eyes met, the masked woman lost consciousness and stood there, stunned.

Li Lan withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the raging wind outside.

She should have died long ago.

She is still alive because her son did not kill her that day.

This allows her to now possess both the perception of a participant and the perspective of an observer.

“Son, you should have killed your mother. If you had killed your mother, maybe it would have been your mother crawling out of the sea right now, instead of her.”

Or perhaps, in your eyes, Xiaoyuan, the one you approve of more is not me, your mother, but her.

But son, I am your mother.

Don't be afraid.
"Mommy's here. Mommy's here to help you and protect you."

Li Lan lifted her leg and took a step forward.

But she only completed half of her movement before freezing in place.

From that moment on, not only did she stop, but the wind and rain around her also stopped.

Because it has arrived.

She thus lost her function as an eye.

Little turtles crawled out of the bathtub drain, the air conditioner fan, and every corner of the room.

Their numbers increased and they became more and more dense, constantly converging on the spot where Li Lan was standing.

When an item with side effects loses its sufficient positive effects, it is naturally time for it to be destroyed.

Although Li Lan's body was unable to move, the intense emotional fluctuations in her bloodshot eyes had disappeared, replaced by a cold indifference.

"In your eyes, is my son already doomed?"

……

Xu Ming: "Boss, A-Jing is missing."

Zhao Yi immediately looked at Old Tian.

Old Tian hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that he was not the one who told him.

But his hand swayed weaker and weaker, because his bloodshot eyes had been quite noticeable the whole way, and Chen Jing might have noticed something was wrong because of that.

Zhao Yi: "Old Tian."

Old Tian: "Alas, young master, it's my fault. I've been living a comfortable life for too long and I'm no longer suited to this pace on the river."

Zhao Yi: "Old Tian, ​​what can I say to you? Do you know how important A-Jing is to me? Do you know how much good deeds I've done for A-Jing, and how many times I've called that Li fellow an ancestor?"

Old Tian shrank his neck and dared not utter a sound.

Liang Yan: "Boss, what do we do now?"

Liang Li: "I'm turning around now to chase after A Jing and see if I can bring him back?"

Zhao Yi sighed and said, "You all know how fast A-Jing is. You all know how desperately he would rush to rescue his brother Yuan when he learned that Yuan was in danger. Even if you could catch up, could you fight A-Jing first?"

Liang Yan: "Then let's turn back to Nantong, boss."

Liang Li: "That's right, let's go back together!"

Xu Ming pursed his lips, said nothing, and simply nodded with difficulty.

Zhao Yi: "Never mind, never mind. You two are my betrothed wives, Lao Tian is an elder in my heart, and A Ming is my loyal brother."

Ah Jing is important, but how could I possibly let you deliberately jump into that deadly pit of fire?
This place is safe enough; let's set up camp here.

Let's wait.

Once things are settled there, we'll go collect A-Jing's body and offer condolences to the man surnamed Li.

I'm in a bad mood, please leave me alone for a while.

After saying that, Zhao Yi walked into the tent that had already been set up, zipped it up, sat cross-legged, supported his forehead with his hand, looking sad and motionless.

……

On the road in Si'an Town, not far from Shinan Town, amidst howling winds, a boy the size of a primary school student was carrying an adult on his back, running at an extremely terrifying speed.

Chen Jing: "Brother Yi, if we just leave like this, won't Sister Yan and the others follow us right away?"

Zhao Yi: "No, I left a puppet there, which is enough to keep them in check."

Chen Jing: "Brother Yi, is Brother Yuan really in grave danger this time?"

Zhao Yi: "It's almost certain that he will die."

Chen Jing: "Then why did you tell me this, Brother Yi?"

Zhao Yi: "Because you're willing to die for someone surnamed Li."

Chen Jing: "But I am me, Brother Yi, why..."

Zhao Yi: "The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!"

Chen Jing: "But the boats have all capsized..."

Zhao Yi: "Damn it, then hurry up and get them out! People are worth countless times more than fish!"

……

Siyuan Village, at the village entrance.

Its form was shrouded in a thick blackness, and its presence could only be revealed in the fleeting moments of lightning and thunder.

next moment,
It opened its eyes.

The eye is located between its eyebrows.

A beam of red light appeared, and an invisible halo poured down like mercury, covering the entire Siyuan Village.

Sitting in the coffin, Li Zhuiyuan finished the last can of specially made Jianlibao beside him.

The crude medicinal liquid, which also had the effect of stimulating mental potential, had a fishy, ​​spicy, and bitter taste that was indescribably unpleasant.

Li Zhuiyuan relied on it to maintain his condition throughout the day.

Now, all my previous preparations have finally come to an end and I am facing the final review.

The examiner's initial style is consistent with what you have predicted.

This at least ensures that the worst outcome won't happen, such as all your preparations and arrangements becoming a joke.

"Snapped!"

Li Zhuiyuan snapped his fingers.

In the northernmost farmland not far from the village entrance, the array was activated, drawn by the feng shui power that the boy had previously drawn in and bound within it.

In an instant, it ignited like a raging fire.

The aura of the Emperor of Fengdu descended.

However, this aura was not very strong; in fact, it could be described as somewhat faint.

In the past, when Li Zhuiyuan used his influence to "borrow the tiger's might," the scale of his actions was always much better than this time.

This is because the Emperor of Fengdu had taken precautions long ago.

Being used as a pawn in daily life may bring some trouble and burden, but in the end, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks, resulting in stable and considerable income.

But this time, the emperor was clearly unwilling to have a direct confrontation with this person, not because he was afraid, but because it wasn't worth it.

At least in the Emperor's eyes, his "disciple" was not worth that price.

Li Zhuiyuan knew this too, so he made his "master" the first to "show himself".

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat; let's use it to offset the loss first.

Next, it's time to verify the solution.

known conditions:

The Emperor of Fengdu was unwilling to face the giant tortoise, but was the giant tortoise willing to face the Emperor of Fengdu?
To control costs, the giant tortoise is unwilling to "kill innocent people indiscriminately" and will proactively clear the area.

The giant tortoise was unaware of the specific situation in the village; although it had opened its eyes, it hadn't yet seen the entire village.

Li Zhuiyuan was betting on the tortoise's "perspective" characteristics, on its habits and mechanisms, and on his ability to successfully deceive it!
The boy wanted to use a fake check to get the giant tortoise to cash it.

Furthermore, the boy prepared more than just one fake check.

Now we'll see if the first fake check can successfully fool everyone.

The aura of the "Emperor of Fengdu" appeared, causing the figure's gaze to freeze.

It's like someone who is about to get a clear view of the distant area when suddenly a light comes on nearby, forcibly drawing their attention.

However, just as Li Zhuiyuan was solemnly awaiting the results... an unexpected event occurred.

No matter how meticulous a plan is, it cannot account for all possibilities, especially in a game where small stakes can lead to big wins.

However, this accident wasn't all bad.

The originally unremarkable "Emperor of Fengdu" suddenly experienced a surge in aura, gaining a significant boost!
The boy's "Liu Family Aura Observation Technique" is unparalleled in its ability to disguise aura, but he has done everything he could.

This strange increase in aura has nothing to do with Li Zhuiyuan himself.

Furthermore, this was not because the Emperor of Fengdu had changed his mind, his compassion had overflowed, and he had changed his original intention to protect his closed-door disciple.

It has nothing to do with the Emperor of Fengdu...

At this moment, the clean-shaven, beardless portrait standing on the altar in the farmland was becoming increasingly effeminate, as effeminate as the godfather Tan Wenbin had previously recognized.

And this is not the end; the degree of femininity continues to intensify.

If you stand in front of the offering table at this moment and look closely, you will find that the Fengdu Emperor in the portrait is gradually taking on a feminine appearance.

A woman's face.

She's neither fat nor thin, not stunningly beautiful, but very pleasing to the eye, with a touch of youthful elegance and a simple charm.

In the portrait, the woman wears a crown with tassels and a black and gold robe. Her gaze shifts from peaceful to firm, and then from firm to sharp!

It was she who actively amplified the aura of the Fengdu Emperor here.

Sitting in the coffin, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes revealed a complex emotion.

He sensed that the one helping him at that moment was Yin Meng.

Although the boy had developed a thin layer of feelings, he was still in a stage where he was somewhat at a loss when it came to perceiving this enthusiasm.

After that incident in Fengdu, Yin Meng was left in the underworld of Fengdu.

She is nominally a princess of the underworld, but look at the actual lives of the so-called Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld, and then consider the Emperor's consistently indifferent attitude towards his descendants.

In fact, Yin Meng's days in the underworld were by no means pleasant.

But she still considers herself a member of the team.

She has been working diligently and secretly learning and improving. With her mediocre talent, she has to pay a huge price to make even the slightest improvement.

However, when she realized that Xiao Yuan needed help and that she had the ability to provide it, she disregarded the risks and costs and chose to help without hesitation!

For the emperor, this was a case of being wary day and night, but finding a traitor within one's own ranks was difficult.

The emperor managed to keep his disciples away from outside, but his blood relatives managed to find a loophole.

In short, the rapidly increasing aura on the offering table of the Fengdu Emperor signifies that the face value of this counterfeit check is also rapidly increasing.

The figure standing at the entrance to the village road had its eyes closed.

The cascading red light vanished immediately.

Before long, the eye opened again, and the red halo flowed out once more.

However, the blackness covering this shadowy figure had become much lighter than before.

The area where the Fengdu Emperor's altar was originally located in the farmland at the northern end appears to have been cleared out.

What should be there is still there, still there in reality, but from its "perspective," it has been removed.

A slight smile curved the corners of Li Zhuiyuan's lips.

The fake check was successfully cashed.

Next up is the second one.

As its gaze once again sought to encompass the entire village, the array on the offering table belonging to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at the southern end of the village road activated, and the feng shui and auspicious energy began to circulate.

"Buzz!"

First, a simple golden light appeared.

Li Zhuiyuan was well-versed in the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, so it was not difficult for him to use feng shui and weather patterns to impersonate the aura of a bodhisattva.

"Buzz!"

The ordinary golden light was enhanced, its brightness and aura increased.

Whenever the young man tried to take advantage of his Bodhisattva status, Sun Baishen would always appear in time to lend a hand.

Moreover, the Bodhisattva image on the altar was painted based on Sun Boshen's appearance.

However, an unexpected event occurred once again.

"Buzz!"

The already powerful golden light has experienced another surge, becoming even more radiant.

In the portrait, Sun Boshen's face gradually changes, half of it is still Sun Boshen, and the other half is a different image of compassion and empathy.

This is the Bodhisattva... personally taking action!
At that moment, the Bodhisattva chose to offer help to the boy.

It should be noted that the Bodhisattva's true form is currently below the eighteenth level of hell, being suppressed under the feet of the Fengdu Emperor.

Even in the face of such a perilous situation, the Bodhisattva still drew upon some of his strength and manifested himself here.

Initially, it was the Bodhisattva who schemed against and manipulated Li Zhuiyuan. Li Zhuiyuan chose to stand against the Bodhisattva, and the Fengdu Emperor was able to successfully drag the Bodhisattva into hell to suppress him. Li Zhuiyuan also made a contribution to this.

But times change, and there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

After realizing the pure relationship between the "master and disciple," the Bodhisattva took the initiative to intervene.

Li Zhuiyuan, now in the coffin, finally understood why the Emperor of Fengdu had suddenly appeared compassionate and uttered "Amitabha" at the second-floor window in the family compound that night.

The Bodhisattva knew that He was sowing discord, and He was doing so openly.

Even if the master and disciple do not completely turn against each other in the future, the lingering shadow in hell will become the fuse for their future conflict.

As the victor of the previous struggle, the Emperor of Fengdu could sit back and calmly weigh his gains and losses.

As the loser at this moment, if the Bodhisattva wants to turn the tide, He must constantly take risky moves and place heavy bets.

Even He himself felt that the boy's chances of survival were slim, but He was still willing to create a chance for a turnaround for His own future!
If you survive this ordeal, when you return to Fengdu and face the trials of hell, never forget that you have a helper deep within the eighteenth level of the underworld!
The dark figure outside the village entrance, the eye between its brows, closed again.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world had been plunged into darkness.

When the eye opened again, the area with the Bodhisattva altar in the farmland at the southern end of the village road had disappeared.

"Boom!"

Amidst a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, the once dark and dense figure had turned gray.

Each clearing operation comes at a hefty price and weakens one's own strength.

The giant turtle's body was still in the sea at this time, synchronized with the eye of the typhoon, and had not actually made landfall in Qidong, Nantong.

The creature that appeared at the entrance of Siyuan Village was actually a condensation of its greatly weakened power.

Even so, it remains so powerful that it inspires despair.

Its gaze, once again opened, attempted to encompass the entire village.

The peach grove, restored by Li Zhuiyuan, swayed its branches and peach blossoms fell.

This peach grove was originally formed from the resentment that Qing'an had harbored for a long time. Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan did not bother to set up any feng shui illusions here, because it originally represented Qing'an's aura in its original form.

Inside the coffin, Li Zhuiyuan's knuckles were somewhat white. He wasn't entirely sure about Qing An's situation.

After all, compared to the Emperor of Fengdu and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Qing'an is clearly weaker.

In this situation, it's easy for the giant tortoise to choose not to clear the area, but rather to clear out the people.

Furthermore, Qing An himself was in a very weak state; he was in the final stages of self-imposed seclusion.

However, fake checks only need to be convincing enough.

Even a Bodhisattva trampled under the feet of the Emperor of Fengdu could still attract the giant tortoise to clear the area, so Qing'an is not without its chance!

Now let's see if Qing'an, who once followed Wei Zhengdao across the river, can catch the eye of the Great Turtle in terms of aura!
At the village entrance, that gaze closed once again.

Li Zhuiyuan gasped for breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Qing'an, it's a success.

His current state and strength are certainly insufficient, but his past experiences and the strangeness of his current state have led the giant tortoise to choose to eliminate him.

When those eyes opened again, the peach grove had vanished.

It constantly shifts its perspective, removing one potential hazard after another that it deems troublesome or likely to incur higher costs.

What it ultimately wants is a face-to-face encounter between itself and the young man in the painting... no, the boy in the present.

At this moment, its figure changed from gray to a normal human figure.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, one can discern the distinct angles of the human body.

Li Zhuiyuan had calculated his own advantages.

His advantage came from Li Lan; it was precisely because Li Lan didn't enter the village that he was able to create the foundation for his "bluffing."

However, the two paintings in the prophecy also played a decisive role.

A young man who, barely an adult, dared to lead a group of people out of the East China Sea and ultimately kill himself.

From the giant tortoise's perspective, it's perfectly normal for this young man to have an extraordinary background and be protected by various powerful figures.

In fact, the evil presence of the Fengdu Emperor, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and that peach grove should be the very essence of that young man.

Only with this configuration and resources can such a monster be created.

Perhaps there are deeper conspiracy theories at play here.

This boy was created by these old guys in collusion to exploit their weaknesses, just so he could use him against them in the future!
Beings at their level do indeed have this need. When faced with increasing pressure from the Heavenly Dao, letting one of them perish first is enough to buy them a long period of respite.

Therefore, rather than saying that the giant tortoise came specifically to kill the boy, it would be more accurate to say that it came to thwart this huge conspiracy against itself.

The boy's "deception" only further solidified the logic of this conspiracy.

Next, in the farmland in front of Li Sanjiang's house, the ancestral altars of the Qin and Liu families were activated, and the feng shui improved.

This is the part that Li Zhuiyuan is most confident in faking. Even without a spirit, he can perfectly forge the feeling of a spirit.

Auras of the Dragon King's spirit flickered and shimmered in succession.

There was resentment, indignation, anger, and a desire to try.

As the inheritor of two Dragon King lineages, Li Zhuiyuan knew all too well how to portray them realistically. Each Dragon King spirit possessed its own unique characteristics while also exuding the aura of a Dragon King.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan raised his hands, with a talisman needle between each of his knuckles.

He spread his arms out, moved his hands to the sides of his head, and then moved them inward.

Long talisman needles pierced Li Zhuiyuan's head until they were completely embedded.

Throughout the entire process, the boy's expression remained unchanged.

Immediately afterwards, the boy took out the purple-gold compass, pressed it lightly with his palm, and the compass quickly arranged itself, the groove opened, and the copper coin fell out.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the copper coin with his bare hands without taking any precautions.

The moment they made contact, the boy felt an extremely disgusting rejection coming from within his body, but he still pressed it against his chest.

From soul to body, it exuded a strong aura of death.

A simple act of feigning death wouldn't fool the old ladies.

A successful act of feigning death is no different from a real death, and may even be more thorough than a natural death.

Li Zhuiyuan formed hand seals, and a ghost gate appeared behind him.

This is the most difficult spell among the twelve decrees of Fengdu.

In the past, it was used to defend against enemies; this time, it's used to deal with ourselves.

The boy reversed the hand seal, and the ghostly gate phantom behind him slowly moved forward, coming from behind the boy to in front of him.

As they passed each other, the boy's forehead was completely dark, and the three lamps on his head and shoulders seemed about to fall.

Finally, the gate to hell appeared before the boy.

By changing the location of the Ghost Gate, the boy who was originally standing outside the Ghost Gate was brought inside the Ghost Gate.

Next, when the gates of hell close, it will mean the boy's descent from life to death.

But this is still some distance from the ultimate standard of a thorough and complete death that Li Zhuiyuan wanted to pursue.

Li Zhuiyuan began:

"I've made all the preparations. Now it's your turn to die."

I promise you, if I survive this ordeal, I will surely bring you back to life.

I confess, I've always wanted to kill you and completely cure my illness.

But I will not achieve my goal through such deception.

You know very well that there are some things that you cannot achieve right now.

Those people of mine, the ones they truly care about and are concerned about, are me, not you.

Perhaps your acting skills can fool most of them...

But you,

Are you confident you can fool Ah Li?

Li Zhuiyuan relinquished control of his body, allowing his consciousness to relinquish control.

The next moment, the boy's aura turned chillingly cold, and his true self took control of the body.

Body:

"You talk too much nonsense."

Either we die together today, or...

Either I die first to give you a slim chance to revive me.

Without hesitation, I would definitely choose the latter.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan had already reached the depths of his consciousness.

This is still Li Sanjiang's home.

Li Zhuiyuan stood on the dam of his great-grandfather's house, his gaze moving upwards until it landed on the door of his room on the second floor.

This is the main body's room.

For a long time, the original body had been neglecting its duties. It did not launch a battle to seize this body. Except for occasionally going to the fishpond to release some fish fry, it spent most of its time in that room.

He revisited and refined all the martial arts techniques, secret manuals, formations, feng shui, and other things he remembered.

Li Zhuiyuan went upstairs to the terrace, pushed open the screen door, and entered his room.

The desk was empty, and behind it, on Ah Li's painting table, there was only a lonely scroll.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the desk, reached out, and opened a drawer.

"Splash... splash... splash..."

Rolls of scrap paper covered with dense writing kept flying out of the drawer, gradually piling up on the floor, reaching above ankle height.

But this seems to be far from over.

These scraps of paper contain the essence of what I have learned and mastered, the crystallization of my own wisdom.

Li Zhuiyuan stepped onto the thick straw paper mat and came to A Li's painting table, where he opened the only scroll.

"Buzz!"

The scroll was unfurled, extending all the way to the bottom of the drawing table, then continued to roll out until it reached the corner of the wall. With a slight tremor of the boy's wrist, the scroll made a bend, stood upright, and began to spin again.

This painting seems to be impossible to finish spreading out.

The paintings inside are all new interpretations of formations and feng shui, representing a brand-new understanding of the subject.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Li Zhuiyuan were given enough time, he could see everything in this room.

Then his overall strength can be significantly improved in all aspects without any omissions.

All of the past thoughts and insights of the original body will be transformed into nourishment for Li Zhuiyuan.

Because they "learn from the same source," the absorption conditions and efficiency will be ridiculously high.

If it weren't for the fact that he, as the "inner demon," and his "original self" were not in natural opposition, it would be as if Li Zhuiyuan had always kept a part of his "self-awareness" in his mind, constantly integrating and learning it.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not bend down to pick up a piece of paper, nor did he examine any of the paintings on the scroll closely.

I just came up here to take a quick look, that's enough. At least for now, it's not the time to read books or study.

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the room, went down the stairs, and returned to the living room on the first floor. He walked to the cabinet and opened it.

Next to the flashlight was a key. Li Zhuiyuan took it out and walked to the iron door to the basement.

"Crack!"

The lock was opened, and Li Zhuiyuan pushed the iron gate open. He then reached for the switch rope behind the door and pulled it down.
"Tick!"

The pitch-black basement instantly became brightly lit.

Rows of long benches, like those in an auditorium or classroom, were neatly arranged, and people sat on them in rows.

"How much did you carve exactly?"

Li Zhuiyuan walked through the middle, and everyone here sat quietly on the benches, lifelike yet motionless.

He originally thought that the main body would only carve people who were close to him, that is, people he wanted to replace when the main body replaced him in the future.

But the truth is, in addition to carving all of the above, he also carved everyone in Siyuan Village that he had ever met in reality.

This was clearly not something hastily created after a glimmer of hope was deduced.

Rather, the entire body was already carved before that.

Is it because you're bored?

No, the original being wouldn't be so bored as to have feelings of boredom.

The subject itself is conducting an experiment.

The place that left the deepest impression on me was the experimental site chosen by my original self, which was this village.

But the target of the main body is obviously not just this village; this village cannot satisfy his appetite.

When Li Zhuiyuan reached the deepest part, he saw a coffin inside.

The coffin is very new; it was newly carved.

The coffin lid was closed and not opened.

But it's not difficult to drive.

If it were opened, it would be completely empty; there would be no corpse inside.

But if it's not opened, it's like the original body, still lying inside.

It resembled the tattered straw mat dug out of Old Li's ancestral grave.

Before the straw mat was spread out, everyone thought there was a corpse inside, but when it was actually opened, the corpse was gone.

In terms of mental consciousness, this is easy to understand. When one feels that their physical body is still there, even if that body is dead, it can still "return" due to one's own perception.

This was also agreed upon by Li Zhuiyuan and the original body: to revive.

If Li Zhuiyuan is unwilling to keep this promise, he can open the coffin immediately after the deed is done. As long as he can see that it is empty inside, he can prevent the original body from appearing again.

Li Zhuiyuan was once again amazed that such a thing could become possible within his own mind.

But the tattered straw mat in Old Li's house perfectly enacted a similar scene in reality.

Li Zhuiyuan walked back to the basement door and stood outside the basement.

The boy took the rusty lock from the iron gate and knocked on it.

"Dangdangdang...dangdangdang..."

Soon, the first person in the basement stood up and came out, followed by the second, the third, the fourth...

After they came out of the basement, some went to the east and west rooms, while others went to the second floor.

Those who came out later lined up, walked down the dam, and followed the path to the village road.

As they walked along the village road, they kept breaking away from the group, going to their own paths and to the houses in the village.

With each new group of people leaving, Li Zhuiyuan could feel the pressure on his mind increase.

When all the figures carved in the basement came out, Li Zhuiyuan felt as if a huge rock had been placed on his head.

But this is just the beginning.

Li Zhuiyuan walked onto the dam, looked up, and gazed at the rough sky.

It's so simple, it looks like cheap wallpaper was just pasted on, and the application was poorly done, with all sorts of air bubbles and bumps.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and began to modify the sky.

Every revision was like throwing stones at his spirit.

Finally, the rough sky transformed into a smooth night sky, with strong winds and torrential rain as a typhoon struck.

Look down again and look at the ground.

Apart from the great-grandfather's house and the fishpond, which are three-dimensional and detailed, the other houses only have a building facade facing their own viewpoint; from other perspectives, they appear empty.

Many villagers' houses consist of only walls and chimneys, and are completely empty inside, without a single piece of furniture. Even the ground underfoot is black.

Many villagers who had just come out of the basement were now cooking, washing vegetables, and knitting clothes, as if they were performing a high-end pantomime.

Li Zhuiyuan took a deep breath. Fortunately, he had already used the most decisive method to unleash his mental potential in advance.

Under the near-torn pain of losing consciousness, one house after another, both the exterior and the interior, were filled in.

The boy covered his head and squatted down.

He's feeling so bad right now that his head feels like it's going to explode.

Humans are, after all, highly adaptable beings. The boy stood up and forced himself to refocus his gaze.

He looked around and saw Ah Li sitting in a rattan chair on the second-floor terrace, Aunt Liu busy in the kitchen, Uncle Qin working in the field in front, and Liu Yumei drinking tea at the door of the east room.

Runsheng was making paper offerings while watching a gangster movie, during which the gunshots were very loud.

Tan Wenbin was smoking a cigarette while chatting with Zhou Yunyun on his mobile phone.

On the wall of the main house, an elderly electrician named Ah You, with his hair standing on end, is touching an electrical wire with his hand.

Zhao Yi and Chen Jing are still staying at Big Beard's house.

Chen Xiyuan should be playing the flute in the peach grove right now.

They, like the villagers here, are all fake.

But at his own funeral, the paper figures he left behind were all wrapped with red threads that he had left behind.

Not everyone can connect with their own red line.

Since he created this secret red thread technique, the only people who have truly connected with him are Runsheng, Yinmeng, Lin Shuyou, and Tan Wenbin.

Because the red line is a two-way constraint.

If the person who initiated the connection harbors any thoughts detrimental to themselves, the boy who initiated the connection will immediately suffer a backlash, or even die suddenly.

Right now, those who are willing to risk their lives to come back and save themselves have essentially undergone the most rigorous political vetting process.

At least at this moment, they do not wish to die.

Li Zhuiyuan was waiting for them to come in.

When they come to attend their own funeral, they will enter this place through the red thread left in the paper figure.

In their eyes, they were already dead, but the giant tortoise that killed them had not yet left the "perspective" it had set up.

This is a perfect opportunity to avenge myself and to cleanse the evil forces from the heavens.

The boy had taken his scheming to the extreme, aiming to weaken the giant tortoise in stages, lure it into his own territory, and then hand it over to his powerful allies for the final elimination.

Li Zhuiyuan patted his forehead hard, then put on a small raincoat, pushed the tricycle, rode it down the dam, and headed towards the village entrance.

Now, it's time to welcome the giant tortoise.

No, it's waiting for the giant tortoise to switch its perspective here.

All of this requires the original body to die with sufficient precision!

……

in reality.

As that eye closed and opened again, the two Dragon King altars in front of Li Sanjiang's house also disappeared.

At this point, all of Li Zhuiyuan's arrangements in the village had been completely exhausted.

The figure at the village entrance was now fully revealed.

She had the figure of a woman, Li Lan, but her face was blurry; only the eye between her eyebrows could be clearly seen.

Now, with no other obstacles in sight, the red gaze projected by its eye was finally able to cover the entire village.

After scanning the area, it spotted Li Zhuiyuan's location, and its gaze began to narrow.

Inside the coffin.

The main body looked at the paper figure belonging to Ah Li, whose hands were resting on the side of the coffin and looking into it.

The inner demon was right; only this girl could see through him at a glance whether he was "Li Zhuiyuan".

This is also a manifestation of inner demons, the reason why the paper doll of the girl was placed here.

The entrance of the village,

Its gaze was narrowing, and just as it was about to focus on that specific person, it stepped out with its left foot, heading towards the dividing line between the main road and the gravel village road.

Main body: "Gate of Hell, close!"

"Buzz!"

The gates of hell closed, and the boy's body felt light as he fell into the coffin. A quilt that had been prepared beforehand fell down, completely covering the boy's body inside the coffin.

Its foot stepped across the dividing line and landed on the ground.

At this moment, its blurry face became clear, transforming into Li Lan's face. The third eye between its brows was also concealed, though its eyes still retained a scarlet hue.

Then, it saw a boy it had been longing for.

The boy, wearing a raincoat, was riding a tricycle and was heading towards it.

It instinctively walked towards the boy.

The boy waved his arms excitedly, his face beaming with a happy smile.

Even the wind and rain could not suppress the boy's excited and joyful cheers:

"Mom, welcome home!"

(End of this chapter)