Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 484

Beams of light shot upwards, seeking a glimmer of light in the darkness through various means.

Fear stems from the unknown, but few can bear the bloody reality right before their eyes.

Uncle Qin came in a straight line, and all obstacles along the way were crushed into a path beneath his feet.

The person who stood beside you speaking just before nightfall is now a solid, blood-red puddle on the ground.

And this is just the beginning.

Uncle Qin's gaze locked onto the next person.

She was a middle-aged woman dressed in Ming family clothes, and she was inconspicuous among the group of people.

Uncle Qin was "following the clues" when he recalled that day that the woman was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a bell in her left hand and a banner in her right, and harassing him from a distance.

He didn't remember many of the people who attacked him that day, especially those who were close by, because many of them were shattered with a single punch and there was no need to remember them.

As for those who stood on the periphery and attacked through various long-range means, Uncle Qin often glanced at them many times, because he couldn't hit them.

Today, there are quite a few familiar faces present. They are clearly figures from the previous generation, whose status in their respective forces and the martial arts world cannot be low, yet they all pretend to be low-key and blend into the crowd.

This shows that they know what they are there to do and are tacitly cooperating.

Back then, they targeted themselves; this time, they're targeting Xiao Yuan, blatantly bullying the weak with their superior strength.

The woman was staring at Uncle Qin, because when Uncle Qin's gaze swept over her, he unabashedly unleashed his murderous intent upon her.

It was a blatant message to her: I'm coming to kill you.

Jin Yuxiao felt a chill run down her spine. Like Ou Qingfeng, she couldn't understand why this person was here at this time.

The contrast between the previous daydreams and the present moment of utter terror is stark.

The matter from back then was already a fait accompli, and Liu Yumei endured it because she knew which top forces were truly plotting and manipulating things behind the scenes.

Unless you want to completely break off relations and fight to the death, you should tacitly agree not to bring up that matter again.

This gave many people who participated in the event back then, but whose status and strength were insufficient, a sense of self-satisfaction.

It's as if participating in such things, harming two powerful families, can be done without paying any price.

By patiently waiting for time, Liu Yumei witnessed Ali emerge from the shadow of failure and rise again, not only regaining his former peak but also taking another strong step forward; she also witnessed Xiao Yuan joining the family and taking her granddaughter with her across the river, leading to the revival of her family.

Even the villagers know that it's best not to bully someone who has no elderly parents or young children to care for.

The Qin Liu family at present has no external supporters, no burdens, no weaknesses, and no worries...

It's time to let this martial world feel the wrath of the two orthodox Dragon King clans.

Uncle Qin "walked" toward Jin Yuxiao. He was actually sprinting, but like Ou Qingfeng before him, in the fragmented images he tried to capture, Uncle Qin appeared to be walking.

Everything remained the same, and everyone who touched Uncle Qin on this line was transformed into a blood mist.

Jin Yuxiao conjured a bell in her hand and flicked out a gray banner embroidered with the face of a demon beast with her right hand.

Before those around her could even be surprised by the change in Jin Yuxiao's demeanor and expression, amidst the sound of the bell, their eyes reddened, and they stepped in front of Jin Yuxiao, preparing to unleash their power.

Uncle Qin didn't throw a punch, but continued walking over.

The speed was too fast; before the group could even unleash their abilities, Uncle Qin was already in front of them.

"Bang! Bang. Bang! Bang..."

Dense bursts of blood-red fireworks erupted.

Jin Yuxiao pressed down the gray banner in her hand, drawing in the blood mist and shattered souls in front of her. The demonic beast on the gray banner roared out.

"Roar!"

A vicious dragon emerged from Uncle Qin's body, a manifestation of Uncle Qin's aura.

The evil dragon lashed out at the phantom of the demon beast, shattering it in an instant, and then crashed into the gray banner, causing it to explode.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Jin Yuxiao looked terrified.

Those who didn't fight on the front lines and survived back then could never truly understand the terror of that Qin family man in that battle.

Even if Uncle Qin had failed and was trapped in self-blame and regret, he would have been more than capable of killing her, let alone now.

Jin Yuxiao touched the ground with both feet, trying to retreat, but as soon as she jumped up, a hand grabbed her face.

work hard.

"Snapped!"

His head, along with his entire upper body, turned into a bloody mist, leaving only his two legs to continue jumping backward due to inertia.

Uncle Qin turned around and continued walking in a straight line, next.

He didn't deliberately kill those who weren't strong enough, not out of kindness, but because there was no need to do so.

There were originally no roads in the world, but when many people walk in a straight line, a road is formed.

Moreover, the people he wanted to kill had all thoughtfully sensed him early on and had moved to various corners of the shadows, thus making each straight line very long.

"I can apologize, I'll come to your door to apologize, and I'll accept whatever punishment you give me!"

Luo Ying pulled out her whisk and frantically swung it at Uncle Qin while loudly begging for mercy.

Before the colorful wisps of wind could even touch Uncle Qin, they were devoured by the nine evil dragons on his body, which seemed to be vying for them.

Uncle Qin heard her words, especially the last sentence.

Facing the approaching Uncle Qin, Luo Ying dispersed the whisk in her hand, forming a sealing barrier. However, the barrier was shattered by the man as soon as it was set up.

"no no……"

Luo Ying's eyes flashed with light, and she straightened up, as if she intended to perish together with her opponent.

But Qin Shu grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

The colorful energy she wanted to release was suppressed by the man's aura and gathered inside her body. Her flesh rolled up and tore open, and her internal organs were also devoured by her own power, leaving only a standard and beautiful skeleton. She let go and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Buzz!"

A knife appeared behind Uncle Qin.

At the same time, another sword came thrusting from the side.

The blade's aura was powerful and deep, carrying the force of a tiger's roar; the sword's edge was sharp and keen, carrying the sound of dawn breaking.

The two men saw through Uncle Qin's intentions, snapped out of their initial desire to escape, launched an attack, and shouted to their surroundings:

"Let's shoot together and kill him!"

"Otherwise, we'll all die!"

Both of them now deeply regretted their initial retreat. If only they had attacked proactively like they had back then, leaving the three who had just died behind...

Even if they had to do it all over again, they would probably make the same choice, unable to be resolute, because although they were participants in close combat back then, countless people had already died under his fists before the two of them made their move.

If given a choice, no one would want to be among the first to be cannon fodder.

Uncle Qin used his left hand to grab the incoming sword and stop it.

His finger was cut, and blood flowed out, but the blood did not drip down. Instead, it was condensed and flowed back in under the influence of the air vent. Then, he swung his right fist and hit the opponent's chest.

"boom!"

The only sword was still in Uncle Qin's hand, but there were so many people wielding swords everywhere.

The knife struck Uncle Qin in the back.

His clothes were torn, and his skin was cleaved open. However, after being weakened by the layers of air waves, the blade energy that finally landed on Uncle Qin was reduced to less than one-tenth. Moreover, the way the remaining energy should have rampaged and increased the damage after the skin was broken did not work on Uncle Qin, because the remaining energy was forcibly pushed out of Uncle Qin's body as soon as it entered his body.

Furthermore, Qin Shu's shoulder blades squeezed together, firmly wedging the knife that hadn't been able to achieve any significant effect.

Uncle Qin turned around.

The man wielding the knife was dressed in the Ling family's clothing and decisively abandoned the knife and retreated.

However, the cyclone had already formed, and it frantically pushed him toward Uncle Qin.

His retreat was merely a successful jump, but his body remained suspended in mid-air. When Uncle Qin clenched his fist towards him, he was powerless to resist the shockwave, and after the force dissipated, his body was violently pushed forward.

From a distance, it looked as if he had deliberately run into Uncle Qin's fist.

The impact was too violent, and too cruel to himself. Not satisfied with just punching his own chest, he continued forward, merging his arm and shoulder into the chest. Finally, his entire body crashed into Uncle Qin's chest and completely split open.

Uncle Qin's clothes were torn, his fingers were cut, and his back was cut, but all these wounds were compressed into a thin line of blood, as if they had been drawn with a red pen.

The Qin family members are not gods. When facing formidable close-combat opponents, they will also get injured and bleed. They also cannot possess the self-healing abilities of some evil spirits.

The so-called "Qin Family's Method of Observing the Dragon" is not just about observing the dragon's final transformation, but also about the dragon's hibernation, metamorphosis, and glory at different stages.

The Qin family's stereotype of being warriors is true, and their bulging brows are also true.

However, they are not unintelligent; rather, they focus their main energy on the detailed development and control of all aspects of their own bodies.

So you can see him injured, you can see him bleeding, but when you think you've seen hope and rush in screaming, you're the one who ends up dying.

You can never be sure where a true member of the Qin family was when he took his last breath.

This is also why Runsheng found his body unable to withstand the fierce battle against those powerful tumor-like humanoids in the Little Hell. He could only shift his stance, but he could not control his body as precisely as Uncle Qin to cope with the changes in each stage.

Li Zhuiyuan also knew that it was unrealistic to let Runsheng study and comprehend the myriad changes of the Observing Dragon Technique, so he simply went all the way down the evil path, stimulating Runsheng's death-falling trait, and letting Runsheng make adjustments based on his death-falling instinct.

At this moment, Uncle Qin gently twisted his neck.

Those who were originally going to go find them one by one, and those who disdained to go find them, all started to loosely band together.

Even ordinary people know to band together when facing ferocious beasts, let alone a group of martial arts practitioners.

However, this did not put any pressure on Uncle Qin.

People on the river and people on the shore are completely different concepts. Even if someone was once on the river, once they come down, even if their strength remains the same, everything else will degenerate.

A-Ting had previously compared them to a miniature version of her past experiences, because A-Ting had never crossed the river, while Xiao-Yuan should clearly understand the difference between the two.

When the elites on the river were organized into a well-organized formation and launched a tidal wave of attacks against him, the sense of bewilderment and despair he felt was incomparable to the current state of disarray. Uncle Qin lowered his head, regretting that he could not share this experience of failure with Xiao Yuan.

It wasn't that he was afraid of bearing any karmic consequences, but rather that he was the one who was besieged back then, while Xiao Yuan seemed more like the one who could organize that siege.

Their fleeting thoughts drifted away not because they were carelessly distracted, but because their grouping together was more like a room full of garbage spontaneously accumulating, making it easier to sweep into the dustpan.

The last time they fought was when Xiao Yuan was fighting against that giant turtle incarnation in his mental world; that was an extreme exception.

Uncle Qin wasn't entirely sure of his current skill level, since he was more skilled at farming at the moment.

However, one thing is certain: although there are a large number of people in front of us, none of them are qualified.

Perhaps only those old fogies at Wangjiang Tower last time could arouse my interest in taking a serious punch.

Unfortunately, even though I provoked them last time, none of them took the bait. I guess it's because his surname is Qin.

Uncle Qin pushed off the ground with one foot, his figure disappearing from the spot, and the next moment, he crashed into an area where people were huddled together.

"boom!"

A large crater was created.

Blood mist spread and pieces of flesh flew everywhere; it was lucky to even have a limb left.

This scene was even more terrifying than the previous one-on-one crushing battles. It brought the most utter despair, tantamount to declaring to all the survivors that the person in front of them was not on the same level as them at all.

Very few people truly recognize Uncle Qin. Some mistakenly believe he is some old man who disguises himself to look younger, and have mustered the courage to question him:

"Isn't this a violation of the rules of the martial arts world for an elder to bully the younger generation like this?"

Uncle Qin responded to the questioning.

Perhaps out of politeness, I stood a little closer when responding.

"boom!"

A second large crater appeared in the area where the people who had spoken out were gathered.

Courage can unite people, and this group was completely united by the courage shown by the person asking the question, becoming inseparable.

Bullying the weak?

If it weren't me who came here today, would it be Xiao Yuan who asked this question?
No, Xiao Yuan wouldn't be so naive as to waste his energy asking such a question.

At this moment, another voice rang out, but this time it was a little smarter; it was the puppet that ran out and shouted:

"Isn't the old master afraid that his own descendants will suffer equal retaliation for acting so ruthlessly?"

"Hahahaha, want revenge? Bring it on!"

Aunt Liu's laughter rang out as she stepped into the darkness, leaving behind an even more powerful black torrent, writhing and towering, densely packed worms that were eagerly craving fresh blood.

In the past, there was a pitiful old woman who, with her adopted son and daughter, was ready to fight to the death to protect what was last and precious.

Now that his children have grown up and are successful, Xiao Yuan has used his wisdom to demonstrate that he has sufficient ability to protect himself by utilizing his identity as a river traveler.

Aunt Liu spread her arms wide and licked her upper lip:
"After being bullied for so many years, it's finally our turn to bully this martial arts world!"

……

"Please spare my life, I am..."

"You are an evil cultivator."

The head fell to the ground.

A young girl walking alone on the river, also wielding a sword, was able to withstand the death of a clone she had created using feng shui and aura.

This girl is exceptionally talented. From her moves, it's clear that her elders also have a past connection with her.

The girl's grandfather got drunk at the wedding banquet and kept talking nonsense, saying he really envied that old dog Qin.

Unlike before, Qin Laogou didn't tie him up and throw him into the latrine to sober him up. Instead, he proudly raised his wine glass, like a triumphant general, savoring his victory.

When Liu Yumei turned her attention to this, more of her feng shui clones coalesced together. Before killing the girl, the old lady hesitated for a moment.

Such a talented child, and you killed him like that. It's a pity. If he had stayed on the river, he might have become a worthy opponent for Xiao Yuan to hone his skills.

But then I thought, people who rely on hints from their families and come early to queue up just to rush in and find Xiao Yuan's body to gain an opportunity are not worthy of being Xiao Yuan's rivals.

Does someone like that even deserve to compete for the title of Dragon King?

Liu Yumei raised her head and looked up at the vast world above, thinking to herself:
“Ming Qinyun, Ling Muyang, you must be overjoyed right now, right?”
Then I'll make you even happier.

Guess who, besides the Thunder Beast and the madman at home and the second batch of core members outside, will be held accountable by Heaven for the karmic consequences of so many Lighters who died here?
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; it is you who orchestrated this plot to kill those who lit the lamps!"

Heaven has eyes, but sometimes those eyes are too busy to look elsewhere. Those who cultivate Qi look for the ability to resonate with Heaven and Earth.

At her home in Nantong, Liu Yumei was shocked by Xiao Yuan's arrangement.

But if Li Zhuiyuan could have witnessed what was happening here, he would surely have been astonished by Grandma Liu's improvisation.

The former eldest daughter of the Liu family possessed exceptional talent. In addition to being able to resonate with the spirits of the Dragon Kings of past generations, she was also born with a close affinity to the energy of heaven and earth.

To put it bluntly, Li Zhuiyuan provided the direction and approach. The same thing can have drastically different effects when taught to different people. Some people will think that you are just talking nonsense and it is useless, while others will suddenly understand and achieve unimaginable results.

Heaven's Way, the River, Cause and Effect...

Liu Yumei crossed the river without lighting a lamp, but the Dragon King of her generation lay beside her in bed!
The barriers that had sealed off the vital energy of the deceased within the Tingfeng Gorge were completely removed by Liu Yumei, and the darkness in this area was also dispelled by her.

That was enough to let them know that their plan had failed, and to make them roar in anger, but it wasn't enough!

Liu Yumei looked around at the corpses of the lamplighters she had killed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her expression shifted from bewilderment and confusion to shock and fear, and finally to self-blame and regret.

This is just a formality; Heaven won't care about your acting skills. Even fortune tellers and charlatans know some old tricks to avoid karma.

But the worst thing is to take things too seriously. If it can't see it, attract it and let it take a good look!

Liu Yumei opened her palm, revealing a thick stack of purple talismans.

True depth often unfolds unexpectedly.

Zhao Yi once had such a talisman, which he treasured and kept in his mouth, saving it for a life-saving moment.

At that moment, Liu Yumei threw the stack of purple talismans into the air. In an instant, thunder roared, the clouds dispersed, and pure sunlight shone through.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yumei formed a hand seal, and sunlight began to gather on her. This was the kind of gaze that beings like the Emperor of Fengdu and Bodhisattvas disliked the most, and they had always been trying to avoid this kind of gaze.

As the hand seals continued to move, two beams of light were separated and landed on the trapped thunder beast and the madman from the Ming family behind them.

immediately,

Miss Liu knelt on one knee and said sincerely:

"Yu Mei is guilty, she begs Heaven for forgiveness, and hopes that Heaven and Earth will bear witness!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Liu's youthful appearance faded rapidly, and she aged at an astonishing pace until she regained her true age and then stopped.

"puff!"

Liu Yumei coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the ground in front of her. A burning sensation came from the depths of her soul, but this backlash was within her expectations. She could withstand it; she would just need to rest for a while after returning home, and playing cards every day would get through it.

However, some people will suffer karmic repercussions ten or even a hundred times greater than they did for their own repentance!
……

Ming family.

The elders, using a random excuse, were hosting a banquet to celebrate.

Inside the bedroom, Ming Qinyun's face also showed a blush that hadn't been seen for a long time, a sign of the high spirits that come with good news.

But amidst this joyful and peaceful atmosphere, a disciple from the clan hall once again rushed in, looking utterly dejected. This time, he knelt directly in the courtyard. Despite having already reported here multiple times that day, his face now displayed an expression as if the sky had fallen.
"The remaining life tablets, all the remaining life tablets, just now... they were all shattered!"

Actually, there was still one piece that hadn't broken, but because the surrounding area had shattered so violently, it buried the only unbroken life tablet inside. Moreover, the scene was so horrifying that the disciples in the clan hall had no intention of digging inside to clean it up at that moment.

"Snapped!"

Inside the room, all the elders of the Ming family crushed their wine cups in their hands, and the banquet table around which everyone sat also collapsed to the ground in an instant.

The Ming family members were emotionally unstable, but they weren't stupid. Everyone understood what it meant that all the Ming family members sent to Tingfeng Gorge had died.

The Second Elder asked a question that everyone had been vaguely guessing: "What does it mean that the frequency with which the life tablets shattered before..."

Before the elders in the hall could even gather their thoughts, a scream erupted from the Ming family's young lady in the bedroom:

"Grandma, Grandma, Grandma, what's wrong with you!"

The elders rushed into the bedroom and saw Ming Qinyun lying on the bed. She had successfully suppressed her physical problems, but suddenly entered a severe state of demonic possession. Her upper body was burning, with sparks flying out, while her lower body was frozen, her toes were falling off, and black blood was gushing from her seven orifices.

Your family is in danger.

"Five Elements, don't let Grandpa down."

After a long period of distraction, the Five Elements finally recovered somewhat and let out a long sigh.

He bowed and paid his respects to his grandfather, who was sitting in the Thunder Pool, drawing lightning into his body to temper his physique.

"Grandpa, the Five Elements take their leave."

"Um……"

"Boom!"

Just as Ling Wuxing turned to leave, he heard a thunderous roar behind him.

He immediately turned around, his mouth agape, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The grandfather practicing his martial arts seemed to have made the same mistake that only a beginner would make.

This caused the lightning within the Thunder Pool to go out of control, relentlessly bombarding Grandpa's body.

Looking at my grandfather, who was trembling violently in front of me.