Chapter 193

Chapter 188Because he had refused Fat Jin Brother as a guide, Fat Jin Brother sent a very detailed Lijiang tourism map.

For the past two days, that map had been placed on the central stone table in the guesthouse courtyard. Tan Wenbin would always sit by the table, left hand holding a compass and right hand gripping a pen, constantly looking and calculating.

Then, he would mark the positions of the two paths of corpse qi on the map.

Two lines, moving continuously, with intersections in the middle.

It should be that Zhao Yi and the holder of the first piece of broken jade were tacitly approaching each other, wanting to create more chaos.

Runsheng, Lin Shuyou, and Yin Meng would lower their heads to glance each time they passed by, as if checking the real-time weather forecast.

Compared to Li Zhuoyuan, who could know the precise position with a single glance, Tan Wenbin’s method seemed much more cumbersome. Each time he measured a point, it took half an hour.

In other words, his calculation had a half-hour lag. If he wanted to use this to compete for the broken jade, it was basically impossible.

Tan Wenbin was well aware of this. Even in terms of practicality, his calculation was not as good as letting the two kids on his shoulders sense the position of the corpse qi.

But since he was idle, Tan Wenbin just used this to practice.

The two brats on his shoulders were waiting until they accumulated enough merit before being sent to reincarnate. He also needed to adapt in advance to days without their help.

Although this would cause his position in the team to become lost again, it was not a reason for him to keep the two kids from reincarnating.

Walking the path of the river involved too much bloodshed and foul play. Some people were gradually lost because of it, while others further understood the importance of adherence.

Runsheng held a bowl of noodles in his hand and was currently eating.

At his feet was a basin filled with noodles, with two burning thick incense sticks inserted on top.

Runsheng gulped down two large mouthfuls of noodles, then picked up a burning incense stick and bit into it crispily like a large green onion.

For him, the fastest way to recover after waking up was to eat until he was full.

It was a pity that this incense needed Aunt Liu to make; it couldn't be sown in the field like green onions.

Lin Shuyou, on the other hand, was on the rooftop, practicing the health-preserving fist he had secretly learned from Brother Xiao Yuan while keeping watch.

This set of fist movements had no lethality and could normally be used to promote the flow of qi and blood. After an injury, it could also help regulate the body.

However, these movements were tailor-made by Li Zhuoyuan himself after reading many Daoist health-preserving scriptures for his own situation. When he discovered A You secretly practicing, Li Zhuoyuan specifically went to correct his movements and adjust his qi.

Then, Li Zhuoyuan discovered that this set of movements was indeed useful for Lin Shuyou.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other; everything has two sides.

Each time a yin god descended, it was a heavy burden for the ji tong's body, equivalent to draining the water from the water channels. But it was also precisely because of this that it provided a better opportunity to adjust and develop the water channels.

As long as it was properly managed and the roots were not damaged, it was actually a small shortcut to accelerate the body's development.

However, previous yin gods descending might not have considered these things, which also led to ji tong generally having worse physical conditions than people of the same age, shorter average lifespans, and paying a greater price.

Furthermore, official general heads generally had short histories and usually took the fierce route, lacking in the area of health preservation and regulation.

However, these two problems did not exist with Lin Shuyou. White Crane Boy now cherished his body very much.

Foundation was something that sometimes manifested through such subtle matters. Li Zhuoyuan, just by casually flipping through books and learning about health preservation, could conveniently supplement another link for the official general head system.

Lin Shuyou's master and grandfather's initial arrival in Jinling, where they went from being extremely arrogant to respectful, might have seemed laughable to outsiders, but in reality, they were truly far-sighted.

Since she couldn't go out, Yin Meng had no way to go into the natural world to find raw materials to extract toxins and supplement her stock. She could only sit or lie down all day, tormenting that gu insect.

On the contrary, she also developed many new ways to use this gu insect. For example, after discovering a crack on the gu insect's back, Yin Meng used her fingernail to tear the crack open.

The gu insect cried and twitched in pain, almost shocking itself into unconsciousness.

But after being torn open, the gu insect gained an extra pair of wings and could unexpectedly fly freely like a ladybug.

Although it couldn't fly high or far, this was still considered a huge progress.

Yin Meng listened to Runsheng's suggestion and never named it, so that she wouldn't feel heartbroken if it died.

This was indeed a correct approach. If Yin Meng truly raised it as a pet and wasn't willing to treat it that way, then its wings would never open. It would 'cocoon itself' and wouldn't live long.

In short, things like gu insects were not suitable for being treated with affection. The better you were to it, the more it would be a kind of strangulation and persecution to its growth and development.

Li Zhuoyuan had been recuperating and simultaneously repairing the guesthouse's array for the past two days.

That night, the 'wolf pack' outside had attempted to break the array together. Although Zhao Yi, the traitor, had helped to share some of the pressure on the opposite side, the array's backlash had truly injured Li Zhuoyuan quite severely.

Without the inherent feng shui pattern of famous mountains and great rivers to build momentum, and without manpower to carve and build to set up a bureau, this temporary array built on flat ground naturally required more control and maintenance from the array setter.

After his physical condition adjusted back, Li Zhuoyuan finally had the opportunity to take out that piece of red broken porcelain and formally conduct research.

The young man first drew two curse patterns on his right wrist and forearm as insurance.

Then he moved the copper coin off the red broken porcelain. Without suppression, the red broken porcelain began to tremble.

Its body color had already faded, and its craving for blood and flesh was more urgent.

Thinking about it, Xu Yijin used to offer it continuously every day. But after Xu Yijin died and it got a new master, this new master really didn't take it seriously.

Li Zhuoyuan carefully examined it. Unlike the 《Evil Book》, this piece of red broken porcelain had no self-consciousness. What it exhibited now was a kind of instinct, similar to eating when hungry and sleeping when sleepy.

The young man began to adjust his breathing frequency, preparing to let it enter his flesh.

Xu Yijin should have specifically used the secret book for this red broken porcelain, or perhaps her family's功法 (kung fu/techniques) had a higher compatibility with this red broken porcelain.

However, Li Zhuoyuan did not find these things on Xu Yijin's corpse.

This was also normal. Who would carry their practiced功法 (kung fu/techniques) when going out?

Doing so would be like knowing they were about to die when going out and specifically bringing it so that it could be conveniently taken away after death.

Therefore, Li Zhuoyuan could only adopt the simplest and crudest method to self-create.

He opened the palm of his right hand and placed it on the red broken porcelain.

The porcelain piece immediately stuck to his palm. Following that was a burst of severe pain as it drilled into his flesh.

The pain didn't cause much change in Li Zhuoyuan's expression. The young man just stared at the wound on his palm, thinking that if it left a scar when he went back, he would need to explain it clearly to A Li, as this might not look like a self-harm mark.

After the porcelain piece completely entered his palm, a burst of violent emotion began to impact him.

Accompanying this impact was the broken porcelain's frantic desire to drill towards the main trunk of his body.

He didn't know if its target was his heart or his head.

But because Li Zhuoyuan had set up obstructions in advance, it couldn't even break through his wrist.

As for the impact of the violent emotion, Li Zhuoyuan not only didn't go mad, but he also felt a sense of enjoyment, like rain in an arid desert. Although it didn't store water, at least for now, it was a bit enjoyable.

Controlling the host was also its instinct.

However, Li Zhuoyuan didn't reject this directness. Unlike the 《Evil Book》, which was sneaky and bad.

After tiring itself out, the broken porcelain began to prepare to absorb the blood and qi from Li Zhuoyuan's body.

Li Zhuoyuan's gaze deepened slightly. You've had your turn; next, it's mine.

The young man began to draw a seal on his palm. After the last finger fell, the broken porcelain quieted down. Although it was still inside the young man's body, it could no longer actively absorb blood and qi.

Li Zhuoyuan closed his eyes and began to attempt to transport a portion of his blood and qi through the seal.

Suddenly, the broken porcelain became active again.

Li Zhuoyuan opened his walk yin (out-of-body state).

In his palm, he saw a red halo.

The porcelain piece was broken, and this halo also had a mottled feel.

Li Zhuoyuan used his other hand to grab this red halo.

Instantly, a burst of dizziness hit him. The young man felt like he was constantly flipping and falling, and the images flashed very quickly.

Then, it ended.

Li Zhuoyuan ended his walk yin (out-of-body state) and used his left hand to support his forehead. He was very dizzy now, nauseous and wanting to vomit, like a severely motion-sick patient who had just experienced a long car journey.

He knew that this was actually very dangerous, because a normal person experiencing that perspective just now would immediately fall into a faint.

Not only did the young man not faint, but after recovering, he recalled the constantly flipping images in his mind and pieced them together.

Soon, the picture appeared. For easier viewing, Li Zhuoyuan began to re-plan, filling in the blind spots in the perspective and detaching himself from the first perspective.

A new picture appeared again.

In the picture, he was a piece of peeled broken porcelain, falling, drifting, and entering water.

No, not water. From the picture of the thick liquid splashing after falling, this should be blood. This was a river of blood.

On the river of blood, there was a raised altar. A naked woman knelt on it, her long hair covering her body, holding a vase above her head.

On the high places around, stood dense crowds of people. Their faces were not clearly visible, but their gazes were substantial; this was a kind of collective hatred.

And this piece of broken porcelain was peeled off from the vase in the woman's hand at this time.

This seemed to be intentional on her part, because at the instant this piece of broken porcelain entered the water, the woman's gaze seemed to glance towards it for a moment.

There was no emotion in her cold gaze.

Clearly, she was already a sacrifice in some punishment, but she was still doing a final 'release'.

The porcelain piece had no self-consciousness, but this was a segment of memory engraved in its body.

Li Zhuoyuan picked up the teacup on the table and drank several mouthfuls.

Influenced by Li Lan's work nature since he was young, he had a relatively broad understanding of ancient cultural relics, but there was no useful information in the earlier picture.

The woman was naked, the crowds of people above were not clearly visible, even the vase was a blurry red, and there was no way to know the era or other related information.

Evil things were dreaded and spat upon by people, so the person who created evil things naturally wouldn't be good either.

Li Zhuoyuan believed that the person who made the 《Evil Book》 was definitely not a good person, or perhaps, the person who wrote the 《Evil Book》 was possibly just inside the 《Evil Book》.

Then, this piece of broken porcelain was wonderful. It seemed to be derived from that vase, but it should actually have come from that woman who was about to suffer punishment and die.

Li Zhuoyuan shook his head. It was not worth consuming his mind to temporarily verify something headless.

His focus should still be on the practicality of this piece of broken porcelain.

He attempted to treat the broken porcelain in his palm as a part of his own body, continuing to peel open a corner of the seal and infuse his blood and qi into it.

"Buzz!"

A ceramic dagger slowly emerged from Li Zhuoyuan's palm.

But it had only emerged less than halfway when Li Zhuoyuan began to feel palpitations and shortness of breath. This was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Li Zhuoyuan quickly stopped. Instantly, the half-dagger in his palm solidified, then turned into dust like dry soil and drifted away.

"This shouldn't be..."

When Xu Yijin fought, that ceramic would 'hua hua' pour outwards. She could both pinch out ceramic dolls and use them for defense.

How could it be that with him, just such a small half-dagger, he could barely sustain it?

Li Zhuoyuan placed his right palm in front of him, staring carefully, while pictures of Xu Yijin using this ability constantly emerged in his mind.

Soon, he had some clues.

One was that, unlike him, Xu Yijin's offering and use of it were for guarding and suppressing.

Because Xu Yijin was not sick like him and could fully bear the violence brought by the broken porcelain.

And because of this, he could more comprehensively excite the broken porcelain's ability and catalyze the porcelain material to be more solid.

But the problem was, this material was his own blood.

Fighting required attention to cost-effectiveness, even when exchanging injuries. He couldn't make a dagger to stab people and end up fainting from excessive blood loss before even getting to stab them.

Furthermore, when he had just envisioned the shape of the dagger, it was too delicate. This was his instinct. He thought too much and had a good memory, but it couldn't be used in this aspect.

Li Zhuoyuan shook his right hand, planning to try again. He repeatedly reminded himself in his heart: be perfunctory, do shoddy work.

The next moment, a long strip condensed from his palm. Its outer surface was smooth, like ceramic, but its actual interior was hollow, with only a thin outer layer.

As the young man waved his hand, it immediately dried up and dissipated.

This time, the consumption was much less than last time, estimated to be just the amount of a nosebleed.

But with this quality, how could he defeat the enemy?

Li Zhuoyuan stood up and waved his palm again. A long strip with a ceramic color appeared again, extending even longer this time, forming bending paths in front of the young man, like dancing ribbons.

Then, Li Zhuoyuan picked up the pillow on the bed and smashed it upwards.

"Hua la la..." It broke into colorful pieces and dissipated in the air.

This thing couldn't even withstand a fatal blow from a pillow.

No, it was that he had made a mistake in the direction.

Li Zhuoyuan sat down at the edge of the bed, recalling Xu Yijin's fighting style again. After thinking for a while, he opened the bedside cabinet. Inside, there was still a ceramic bracelet.

Xu Yijin had once manipulated a puppet to come into his room and talk to him.

After the conversation ended, the puppet disintegrated on its own. He had even deliberately stepped on it with his foot, making a loud sound. And this ceramic bracelet remained until now, not dissipating.

Then he linked it with the heavy luggage box Xu Yijin had mentioned when she checked into this guesthouse.

Li Zhuoyuan was enlightened.

"Heh..."

Indeed, how could there be such strange magical techniques in this world? Moreover, with one's own qi and blood as raw material, how could one endure this kind of making?

Xu Yijin's puppet dolls and ceramic dolls were originally things she had brought herself.

What was in her luggage box should have been the raw materials she had prepared in advance.

The puppet that came in to talk to him was empty inside. There should have been an array arranged inside.

So, puppets required true special ceramic raw materials. Xu Yijin just used the power of broken porcelain to control the details.

This also explained why Xu Yijin's ceramic dolls had a distance limit when used.

When they fought that night, she had gone out to the field herself and then placed the ceramic dolls underground to arrange them.

Logically, she could have secretly dispatched her puppets to do these things while she was still in the guesthouse.

As for the ceramic she made during the fight, it was indeed excited at the cost of her own qi and blood, almost identical to what he had made earlier. The difference lay in...

Li Zhuoyuan waved his hand again. A ribbon with a ceramic luster flew out.

The young man's gaze condensed. At this instant, he immediately arranged his understanding of arrays into it.

"Buzz!"

The originally thin and crisp ribbon suddenly condensed, becoming extremely hard in a short time. But this was not its own material, but the effect of the array.

Initially, Xu Yijin even used it to arrange seven layers of defense to block Runsheng's impact.

The young man picked up a wrench, picked up a bottle of soda on the table, opened it, then inserted a straw, put it to his mouth, and started drinking the beverage.

The beverage was taken from Fat Jin Brother's counter. Tan Wenbin had put the money in the drawer to be recorded.

Fat Jin Brother had taken his parents to the hospital to visit his future father-in-law and had been gone for several days, still not back.

"Ai..."

After drinking half a bottle, the young man sighed.

God-mysterious things were indeed interesting when seen in dreams. But when they were truly stripped bare, they became meaningless.

Condensing array effects with fresh blood as a carrier, he couldn't do that either.

Initially, at the bottom of the old witch grandmother's lake, when facing the attack of his 'eight-year-old self', he had used fresh blood to turn the array for defense.

The role of this piece of broken porcelain was similar to a catalyst. It didn't participate in the reaction, but it increased the reaction rate.

Admittedly, with it, he could indeed improve the efficiency of using his own fresh blood to cast spells and arrange arrays... But as long as conditions allowed, he wouldn't be so ruthless to himself, just squeezing his own fresh blood for no reason.

As for ceramic puppets, they were indeed a bit useful.

But first, he would need to build a kiln after returning to his hometown, research how to fire this special ceramic, and still need to carve array patterns in advance after firing.

Second, every time he went out later, he would need a companion to help him carry a large luggage box of special ceramic, which was dead heavy. He would have to carry it wherever he went.

The role of ceramic puppets was equivalent to giving him another manpower clone.

But the problem was, he had companions... Could the things that puppets could do, his companions not do?

Xu Yijin relied on the broken porcelain piece to achieve the effect of quick spell arrangement, barely reaching his level.

She also relied on ceramic puppets to enrich her manpower, but she was a lone ranger, while he had a team.

Xu Yijin's strength lay in her personal hard power. The broken porcelain piece brought her obvious amplification, but it was not the main cause.

In summary, this broken porcelain piece was indeed magical, and its origin was also mysterious, but its current role for him was somewhat like a chicken rib (useless but a pity to discard).

The young man was somewhat tasteless.

If Xu Yijin, who had died and melted in the outer field, could personally see the young man restore her bottom-of-the-box skill with just this simple try, she would surely be shocked and dumbfounded.

Li Zhuoyuan pressed the fingers of his left hand on his right wrist, preparing to force out the piece of broken porcelain.

Keeping it in his palm seemed to have no great effect except for being uncomfortable.

But the young man's action quickly stopped again.

He had just restored Xu Yijin's understanding and operation. Could he then conduct new developments on this basis?

Li Zhuoyuan walked out of the room door. Tan Wenbin was still sitting there calculating coordinates.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, our oversized team might really be able to escape."

"Maybe the people have already changed."

"Oh ho..." Tan Wenbin licked his lips, "Although there's this possibility, I still hope Zhao Yi doesn't die just like that. Maybe later we can still rely on him to deliver supplies."

Tan Wenbin still had a good impression of Zhao Yi. A gentleman discusses trace, not heart, right?

"Brother Binbin, cooperate with me for a bit."

"Okay." Tan Wenbin stood up.

"Stand a bit farther away. I'll stand at this end, you stand at that end."

"Okay."

The guesthouse courtyard was very spacious. The two stood at each end.

Runsheng, who was currently eating, moved the noodle basin to the corner and sat with Yin Meng, who was currently playing with her insect.

"Brother Binbin, call out your two."

"Want to see?"

Tan Wenbin patted his shoulders.

They couldn't be seen in reality, but if one entered the walk yin (out-of-body state), one could see the two kids sitting on Tan Wenbin's shoulders swinging their legs. The two children were very happy.

Li Zhuoyuan pinched a seal in his hand. Borrowing the power of the broken porcelain piece, paths of shallow blood mist formed in front of him.

{Fengdu Twelve Laws - All Ghosts Silent}

The spell was cast.

The eyes of the two kids on Tan Wenbin's shoulders immediately revealed fear. Subsequently, their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all turned gray and misty, losing all perception of the outside world.

"Um..."

Mother and child were connected in heart.

Tan Wenbin could perceive the inner panic of the two kids, but he knew that Brother Xiao Yuan was just doing an experiment and wouldn't harm them.

And it was indeed so. It was mainly inconvenient to go out now, and there was no way to catch lone souls and wild ghosts. Only Tan Wenbin had two here.

Li Zhuoyuan withdrew the spell, and the two kids recovered. They turned their heads towards Tan Wenbin, hugged his neck, and began to cry.

They were already extremely afraid of that big brother. This time, they were even more afraid.

Tan Wenbin cried and laughed helplessly as he comforted them.

Li Zhuoyuan silently nodded. Indeed, with an open mind, new effects appeared. Relying on the broken porcelain piece, his spell-casting range had been significantly improved.

On the balcony, Lin Shuyou also curiously leaned on the railing and looked down.

His physical injuries had not yet healed, but his vertical pupils could also quietly open a little, so he saw the earlier process.

Previously, those lone souls and wild ghosts couldn't sway in front of Brother Xiao Yuan. Now, they weren't even close enough to be counted.

Li Zhuoyuan raised his head and looked towards Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou raised his hand: "Brother Xiao Yuan."

Li Zhuoyuan took out two clear heart talismans and placed them in the palm of his right hand. Faint blood mist wrapped the talisman paper.

The young man's left fingertip pointed at the talisman paper, and he lightly drank a sound:

"Go!"

"Buzz!"

Two talisman papers launched forward and backward, flying towards the rooftop.

"Pa!" "Pa!"

One stuck to Lin Shuyou's forehead, and the other stuck to Lin Shuyou's chest.

Lin Shuyou: "......"

Fortunately, it was a clear heart talisman. If it were an evil-breaking talisman, according to his state of secretly opening his vertical pupils to watch the play earlier, he would probably have exploded again.

Li Zhuoyuan's backpack had a hand crossbow. Later, he wouldn't need to wear it.

The young man often saw A Li drawing talismans. Sometimes, for convenience in tidying up, after drawing a talisman, A Li would wave her left hand, and the talisman would fly up by itself and stick to the wall. After all of them were drawn, she would point them back one by one, and these talismans would fall back to their original positions, stacked neatly.

Li Zhuoyuan had an innate defect in the way of talismans. Now, he had achieved the same effect in this opportunistic way.

Lin Shuyou tore off the talisman paper from his body. He laughed "hei hei hei".

Later, after going into ji (possession), he wouldn't need to pause midway to exit and insert needles for himself. He could continue fighting and let Brother Xiao Yuan give him injections at key moments.

Li Zhuoyuan raised his head. Above was the range of his array cover.

He raised his right hand and began to wave.

Blood mist drifted from his palm, and the weather changed accordingly. His guidance and control of the feng shui pattern had been significantly improved.

Not in terms of understanding, but purely in terms of technique.

He opened his right palm again, and an extremely simple ceramic surface array flag condensed from the blood mist in his palm. His heart followed his intention, and the array was mobilized.

It should be known that the real array flag was still in his pocket and had not been taken out, yet it already played the same role.

Although its duration was very short, his control over the array was originally just an instant instruction.

"Heh..."

It was indeed a good thing.

It could amplify Xu Yijin, and it could amplify him as well. If martial arts levels were set aside, its amplification for him was obviously greater.

Looking at it this way, he could let it continue to stay in his palm.

It's just that he would need to pay attention to eating more qi-tonifying and blood-nourishing foods later.

Li Zhuoyuan returned to his room to bandage the wound on his right hand.

After comforting the two kids, Tan Wenbin walked back and sat down at the stone table.

Yin Meng said "pa" and bounced the gu insect out, then erected a finger, and the gu insect quickly flew back, landing steadily on her fingertip.

"How come this insect doesn't grow big?"

Tan Wenbin laughed and said, "How big do you expect it to grow?"

Yin Meng said helplessly, "It's too small, and its toxicity for biting people isn't enough."

Ordinary people could be killed with one bite, but for existences like extraordinary people, it wasn't much of a threat.

Runsheng: "It needs to eat."

Yin Meng: "I use the corpse gu sect's leftover rations to feed it."

Runsheng: "It needs to eat its own kind, fresh."

While saying these words, Runsheng took another bite of incense, then swallowed large mouthfuls of noodles.

Yin Meng: "Where can I find that? Gu insects are also divided into many categories. Instead, I can research how to produce seeds."

Hearing this, Runsheng suddenly felt that the noodles in the bowl were somewhat unfragrant.

Tan Wenbin's hand also shook, messing up the compass data.

"I say Mengmeng," Tan Wenbin turned around and reminded seriously, "If you want to research this, wait until we're back in the village. I'll find a secluded place for you separately, but don't just blindly research alone after returning home."

Eating a meal and finding a fly was just supplementing protein, but if you ate a gu insect, there would be no next meal.

Yin Meng smiled: "Of course, I'm not stupid. Right, how come Fat Jin Brother isn't back yet?"

Tan Wenbin shrugged: "The phone line broke after that night. We're not convenient to go out now. However, I feel that when it's time for him to come back, he should come back."

Night fell.

Inside the guesthouse, it was extremely quiet because it was just Li Zhuoyuan's group of people.

Although there was an array protecting them, someone still kept watch every night. The one keeping watch now was Lin Shuyou.

In fact, it was someone who would bring a book out.

Lin Shuyou just brought a book.

However, what he brought was not a gongfa (skill/technique) book, but a textbook.

Although they had Xue Liangliang who could continuously provide proof and they didn't need to worry about the exams, they would still need to go to construction sites or meetings later.

They couldn't just have someone ask them to analyze a drawing and calculate data, and they would respond with a sentence like: Don't rush, I'll perform a ji (possession) for you.

Mainly because Brother Xiao Yuan had learned these things early, and Brother Bin had made efforts to secretly study at night while sleeping in school during the day.

This put a lot of pressure on Lin Shuyou.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Lin Shuyou sensed something was wrong. His eyelids began to twitch, and then his vertical pupils opened.

He walked to the edge of the balcony and looked towards the field where he had fought Xu Yijin that night. There was some special movement there.

Could it be corpse transformation?

No, it shouldn't be. Those five corpses had all been turned into water by Brother Bin. How could they undergo corpse transformation?

His vertical pupils condensed. Lin Shuyou saw several illusory human figures appearing above the ground where the corpses had been buried.

"What is this?"

While Lin Shuyou was curious, he detected movement behind him. Turning his head, he saw Brother Xiao Yuan coming up.

But at this time, Brother Xiao Yuan's body was semi-transparent, obviously in a walk yin (out-of-body) state. He should have also sensed that aura and specifically come up to see.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, that is..."

"I don't know." Li Zhuoyuan also looked in that direction.

Several illusory human figures, not like ghosts, yet absolutely not living people.

If it were usual, he wouldn't mind running over to see right now, but now, before his companions' injuries had healed, he wouldn't leave here.

"What are they looking at?"

Tan Wenbin also came up, also in a walk yin (out-of-body) state. He was leading the two kids by the hand.

Initially, walk yin (out-of-body state) was just seeing pictures that couldn't be seen in reality. Going a step further, one could leave the body. But generally speaking, one couldn't stay out of the body for too long, and the distance couldn't be too far.

Many strange tales and novels' 'soul out of body' were actually just another description of walk yin (out-of-body state).

Tan Wenbin himself was still lying on the bed downstairs. He was relying on the two kids to be able to come to the balcony to gather.

Of course, only he dared to be so trusting. After all, his current situation was actually what the old people called being hooked by a little ghost.

After the two kids saw Li Zhuoyuan, they began to tremble, even causing Tan Wenbin to tremble.

Tan Wenbin, who was lying on the bed downstairs, began to twitch and foam at the mouth.

"Don't tremble, don't tremble, I'm almost falling apart..."

Tan Wenbin could only comfort them with his voice.

"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo!"

From the stairs, muffled footsteps could be heard. This was Yin Meng coming up.

In the entire team, only Runsheng still couldn't perform walk yin (out-of-body state). He was currently lying on the bed sleeping, snoring.

However, that night, when Xu Yijin killed those four people on the second floor, Runsheng was also woken up.

But it wasn't because he sensed some warning, but during the short burst of corpse qi, he smelled a kind of intoxicating fragrance.

When the piece of broken jade in Brother Xiao Yuan's hand burst, on the balcony, he, with his pale face, couldn't help but swallow his saliva once. This smell was fragrant.

Yin Meng struggled to step onto the rooftop with one foot, but then she couldn't support herself and quickly retreated.

This was a limitation; she couldn't maintain the walk yin (out-of-body state) any longer.

In the room downstairs, Yin Meng opened her eyes on the bed, sat up, first continuously dry retched, then covered her hot face with both hands.

She felt like she had made an effort to come up only to make a fool of herself.

However, the people on the rooftop didn't pay too much attention to this detail, because everyone saw that the place where the several illusory figures were located suddenly burst upwards.

It was as if something had rushed past at high speed and delivered a heavy punch.

Lin Shuyou: "Fist gang, a very heavy fist gang."

However, those several illusory figures just twisted but did not dissipate.

As if they had finished what they wanted to do, they turned and left. After walking very far, they gradually disappeared.

Li Zhuoyuan paid more attention to the person who had made the move earlier.

He had known for a long time that there were still people hiding nearby after that night. Now, it was confirmed.

Tan Wenbin asked curiously: "What are they doing?"

Li Zhuoyuan: "Possibly related to opening a seat."

Tan Wenbin: "Um?"

Under the walk yin (out-of-body state), Tan Wenbin felt his brain was thinking a bit slowly. With a little more use of his brain, he felt a headache, a tearing sensation.

Li Zhuoyuan: "Three pieces of broken jade are like invitations, but I suspect that the killing triggered by this is not just for competing for this entry ticket. It's very likely just preparation for the seat."

Enough people needed to die before a seat could be opened. The position where the several unbreakable illusory figures stood earlier was where Xu Yijin and the other five people died and were buried.

The entire clan ascended to become immortals.

Li Zhuoyuan did not believe this. He believed it was absolutely impossible to succeed, but like Baijia Town, even having the beautiful dream of ascension did not change the fact that it was the biggest unstable link in the Nantong boundary.

Perhaps, a group of madmen were also hiding here, pursuing an impossible beautiful dream, yet they could still attract the attention of the heavenly way.

They would even not hesitate to open a seat for it and use the power of the river water to promote it. This was truly adding fuel to the flames.

The heavenly way could really do such a thing.

So, never try to talk about emotions with the heavenly way.

"Okay, let's go back to sleep."

Early the next morning.

Li Zhuoyuan woke up early.

Two strangers were standing at the door. The array reacted on its own, which allowed the young man to sense them.

Li Zhuoyuan suspected that it should be the group of people who had been hiding nearby these past few days.

He first notified his companions to remain vigilant, but Li Zhuoyuan did not let them accompany him to the door.

He didn't want outsiders to see the current virtual reality of his team. After all, not everyone was as paranoid as Zhao Yi. It was possible that the people who came to the door today were just some stunned youths.

Li Zhuoyuan walked to the front room door but did not step over the tile seam line.

The two people at the door were one thin and tall man carrying a girl on his back.

The girl's age seemed to be about the same as his.

It was rare to see people of his age when walking the river.

But perhaps only the age was similar. The girl had a tiger-headed, tiger-brained feeling, considered a big, fat granddaughter that the grandpa and grandma generation would like very much.

However, when Li Zhuoyuan used physiognomy to probe her, his first impression was not how her face looked, but he was amazed by the terrifying density of her bones and muscles.

Is this still a person?

The thin and tall man carrying her was bowing his head, but his face was covered in dense beard.

He wore black gloves and cloth shoes, but the fingers of both hands were bent inwards, and the fronts of the cloth shoes on both feet bulged, as if for convenient gripping of the ground.

After the girl saw Li Zhuoyuan, she let out a barbell-like laugh:

"Ya ha ha ha, you're so young! Is this your real age?"

Very obviously, the girl was the same as Li Zhuoyuan; she was also very surprised and curious to see a person of the same age walking the river.

Li Zhuoyuan opened the door and asked: "Come in and drink tea."

The girl shook her head: "Your array is very powerful, and moreover, you're not just one person. Fighting inside would be a bit uncertain."

Saying that, the girl patted the head of the person below her and asked: "Right, A Yuan?"

The thin and tall man called A Yuan nodded.

Li Zhuoyuan: "Then friend, what is your intention here?"

Girl: "Hey, aren't you curious what I'm called? Do you know how difficult it is to see a little companion of the same age when walking the river?"

Walking the river?

The girl's choice of words revealed her family background.

Zhao Yi sometimes didn't feel comfortable explicitly saying he was walking the river, because his family history had only produced one Dragon King. Strictly speaking, the Nine River Zhao family did not belong to the recognized Dragon King families.

Girl: "My surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Miaomiao. What about you?"

Surname Yu, a Dragon King family.

Li Zhuoyuan knew the Yu family. Their ancestral home was in Luoyang, and they were a Dragon King family that could stand alongside the Qin and Liu families in history.

During the last dream ghost event, when Fengdu Emperor poured out his anger, it was the Yu family who passed the message to Grandma Liu, pointing out that the aura came from the southwest Fengdu direction.

However, the Yu family had an incident seventy years ago that caused them to seal their door for a jiazi (sixty years). It was only in the past ten years that their clan members began to reappear in the Jianghu (martial arts world).

The Yu family was good at raising beasts and nurturing demons. So, was the man under this girl still a person?

"My surname is Li and my name is Li Zhuoyuan."

Since the other party did not perform the door ritual, he did not return the ritual.

"Li Zhuoyuan, chase far, a very nice name, ai. Your family is more cultured than mine. My family calls me like calling a cat demon, meow meow come, meow meow go."

Li Zhuoyuan very much wanted to know exactly what the other party's intention was.

Zhao Yi was just a half-baked Dragon King family, but this one in front of him was the first proper successor of a Dragon King family he had come into contact with since walking the river.

Most importantly, although her age was not old, it was impossible for her to be rolled in by the river water like him. Her small age and walking the river should be an active measure after being well-prepared.

Li Zhuoyuan: "What are you doing staying here at my place?"

Yu Miaomiao: "Waiting for people."

"Waiting for who?"

"Waiting for the group of people who 'robbed' the broken jade from you, waiting for him to be forced to a point where he can't escape and folds back to beg you for protection, and then I'll..."

Yu Miaomiao struggled to lift her head, revealing a rare little bit of neck. She put her hand in front and made a cutting motion:

"... Kill him and seize the jade, hee hee."

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