Chapter 2238: Corpse Dragon, Ghost Tiger

I don't know why, but the face of this venerable ghost cultivator seems a bit familiar. However, Coroner Wang determined he had never seen this face before. Perhaps all dead people look similar, or perhaps this lone ghost had used a different physical body at some point?

He watched as ghost energy floated up from the tomb opening, madly plundering the power from that body possessed by a divine remnant.

Coroner Wang felt anger welling up and wickedness taking root in his gut.

How dare someone steal his goods!

He had only been studying in the central heavenly prison for a while, and the world had already forgotten his wicked reputation. What an absurdity!

He had a thought and rolled himself into the wild grass.

Then, his three souls shifted position, manipulating the Chen corpse from the adjacent tomb. It suddenly broke out of the coffin, smashing through the yellow earth. This body was mostly white bones, with rotten flesh still hiding maggots. It rapidly flew forth, its voice sinking as it angrily shouted, "Who dares intrude on the imperial tomb of my Ji country? Do you not fear death?!"

It even chanted words, "Great Jing, true superior, receive my holy prayer, descend upon my treasure grave, protect my rivers and mountains!"

The ghost shadow above the tomb opening was suddenly startled. Without saying a word, it dissipated into nothingness on the spot.

This is what they call a guilty conscience!

Petty thieves are truly incapable of great things.

Coroner Wang let out a cold laugh and flew forward, raising his hand to summon that body with the divine remnant out of the tomb opening—ugh, the divine remnant hadn't been swallowed too much, it could still be used.

As a regular guest of tomb grounds and an old glutton of mausoleums, he easily restored the tomb opening to its original state. Using the Chen corpse he was manipulating, he replaced the divine possession corpse, laid it in the coffin, and wiped away all traces.

Then, carrying this newly unearthed divine possession remnant corpse in the scholar's body shell, he escaped into the long night.

In such a large Ji country, apart from this divine possession remnant corpse that hadn't been dead for too long, there weren't any other valuable corpses. Also, because it was located in the central domain, close to Jing country, it wasn't convenient to cause too much commotion.

So Coroner Wang left the imperial tomb and then sneaked abroad to a place where he had no attachments.

The sky had already brightened.

He carried the corpse, walking alone through the mountain forest. While dealing with the corpse stench drifting against the wind, he considered his next actions.

The blood coffin had to be remade, but materials were a big problem. The previous blood sea path coffin took a full ten years to cast... What were some quick ways to make money?

Lost in thought, Coroner Wang suddenly leaped back several zhang, and before him appeared a deep pit filled with gray fog!

Within the deep pit, thin fog was hazy, condensing into a shape.

A refined voice rang out, "I just said it. How is it that in a mere Ji country, there are still frequently Jing country superior true beings? Hehe... So it was the yellow sparrow following behind!"

Following the voice, a figure wearing a long gown descended, blocking the road ahead.

Coroner Wang narrowed his eyes, gazing at the person in front of him—no, at the ghost in front of him.

It was no different from when the Ten Directions Ghost Mirror shone last night.

If he had to point out a difference, this person today had no ghost energy at all.

Compared to the powerful aura of ghost energy covering the moon last night, this moment under the sun, showing no color and walking leisurely through the mountain forest, revealed extraordinary foundations.

As beings of the black night, ghosts' fear of the sun is almost an instinct based on their life level. Even a powerful ghost cultivator, walking under the scorching sun, would more or less do a bit of shielding.

The common saying is, "Ghosts and gods are of the same path." Generally speaking, gods at the Yang Shen level can endure the fierce sun's true glory. Only gods at the True God level can guarantee themselves at any time.

Ghost souls usually cultivate the divine path. The most they can change their essence in one step is from a fake god to a true god.

This ghost cultivator before him had absolutely not reached the level of a True God. Yet, under the scorching sun, he displayed a kind of freedom. It was as if... he was a person, not just a ghost.

He was still so righteous and awe-inspiring...

Awe-inspiring what?

Where did true gentlemen go robbing tombs, taking corpses, and plundering the dead?

Coroner Wang calmly supported the corpse behind him and let out a cold laugh, "Hell's Gate is handling affairs. If you don't want to die, just scram!"

The ghost cultivator looked at him, "I heard Hell's Gate is an assassination organization. I've never heard of them having tomb robbing business."

This ghost thing is not easy to fool...

Coroner Wang pondered, pressing a seal with his backhand. He didn't care about a perfect power reception ceremony; he just completed the body replacement in the process.

At this moment, with the divine possession remnant corpse as his main body, he held the scholar's body shell as a spare in his hand. His voice was cold and ferocious as he laughed, "Perhaps you've heard of Coroner Wang?"

While laughing coldly, he dismantled the scholar's body shell's arm and installed it on his own body, then exchanged the heart and liver.

That ghost cultivator just silently watched all of this happen, then said, "I have long admired your great name, but this is the first time we meet."

If this divine possession remnant body hadn't been insufficient to fight, Coroner Wang would have dismantled this dead ghost opposite him long ago. But at this moment, he only said, "It's good that you've heard. I was just going to meet with our boss—do you still have matters?"

Although the boss is a heartless dog bastard, his name can still be used a bit.

After all, becoming a true being is impressive.

That ghost cultivator indeed became more cautious and bowed his hands, "There are no other matters. As the saying goes, 'You don't know someone until you fight.' This humble one is Lin Guangming, and I wish to get to know Your Excellency a bit."

Coroner Wang grinned and said in an unpleasant voice, "A ghost cultivator, actually called 'Guangming'?"

Lin Guangming said awe-inspiringly, "Body in the deep abyss, heart toward the light!"

He was, of course, the great righteous man of Zhuang, the upright gentleman Lin Zhengren.

In the true war of overturning the Zhuang court, he, as the first prodigy of Zhuang country, bravely stepped forward, supported Du Yehu and Li Jianqiu's righteous uprising, exposed the true faces of the monarch Zhuang Gaoenvy and Du Rujue, and finally died shocking outside Fenglin city, being bombed into a charred corpse, truly lamentable.

After that, he abandoned his human body, cultivated a ghost body, and of course, also changed his head and face.

Now, his appearance is extremely upright. Compared to before, he is more refined, more righteous and awe-inspiring.

Experiencing the changes in Zhuang country and seeing old friends rise, he more and more recognized a truth—it is easier to walk the main road in this world. He wanted to be a righteous model. He also wanted to shape an unbreakable golden body with his reputation and win world support.

Of course, these things were not easy. He first changed his face to look more righteous.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, naturally pure and good.

"Good, very good." Coroner Wang became interested, "It seems you are also a person with a story."

"Heroes don't ask about origins. Past matters need not be mentioned again," Lin Guangming showed a hint of melancholy, sighing, "Even though I have been let down by the world, I still write my heart with my hand."

Suffered many deceptions, yet still choose to believe. Tasted many pains, yet still love the human world.

What a fine Lin Guangming!

Coroner Wang greatly appreciated this kind of person, "I like people who have their hearts toward the light the most. I often say a sentence—a person, no matter what kind you become, in what environment, you should never forget where you came from. Never forget your original intention!"

This elder of Hell's Gate had finally found a soulmate, "Perhaps you've also heard that Hell's Gate has a rule: assassins don't kill indiscriminately. Outside of tasks, we absolutely do not harm innocents. This rule was proposed by me and Bian Chengwang together. Although my origin is unfortunate and I had no other way out but to join an assassination organization and seek a living on the edge of a knife, I am not the same as those assassins without principles—you see, if I need corpses, I'd rather rob a tomb than kill people. I am also a body in the deep abyss, with my heart toward the light. We are fellow travelers."

Lin Guangming solemnly paid his respects, "To be able to persevere oneself in a ferocious organization like Hell's Gate, Brother Coroner is truly a model for my generation—my path is not lonely!"

Coroner Wang calmly sized up Lin Guangming.

This ghost cultivator was quite powerful. A ghost bathing in the light of heaven has unlimited future.

He wondered if his ability to borrow corpses could borrow ghost corpses...

"A true man born between heaven and earth, ten thousand gold is easy to get, a soulmate is hard to find! Brother Guangming, do you have no organization now?" Coroner Wang changed to an enthusiastic tone, "How do you feel about Hell's Gate? If you want to join, I can be your recommender. Although the industry is not prosperous now and competition is fierce, I can guarantee you a Yanluo position!"

Lin Zhengren believed him a ghost.

Initially, during the true assassination by Jiang Wang, he heavily invited Hell's Gate's Yanluo to assassinate the heads of Zhuang country.

Since Jiang Wang had dealings with Hell's Gate, he would certainly not send a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

If he had the opportunity, he wouldn't mind letting Jiang Wang feel a bit of pain.

But Jiang Wang had already become Jiang Ge old...

He wouldn't take any risks.

Let everyone go their separate ways and be safe.

He chose to silently bless from afar!

"Hell's Gate is of course very good. Being able to contact and learn from talents like Brother Coroner is also a wish of mine," Lin Guangming sighed, "But my nature is scattered and I cannot stand restraint. I have no idea of joining any organization. I'll have to disappoint Brother Coroner's good intentions!"

"No matter, no matter." Coroner Wang waved his hand, his attitude very mild, not giving up easily, "I don't like to force others. Besides, our organization allows you to come and go freely. If you want to take tasks, take tasks. If you don't want to take tasks, you won't be seen for a year. Work is very relaxed..."

"To not hide from Brother Coroner, my character is very straightforward, and I cannot tolerate sand in my eyes. I probably cannot get along with evil people like Qin Guangwang and Bian Chengwang. I also don't want to kill people for money... I just won't join any organization," Lin Guangming said sincerely, "But Brother Coroner, I admire you very much. We are like old friends at first sight. Why don't we become brothers?"

"Good!" Coroner Wang hit it off with him. Helping colleagues collect corpses was not as justified as helping brothers collect corpses. "I just had this intention!"

Lin Guangming raised his hand to the sky, "I am a person who takes oaths very seriously. Sworn brotherhood is a very serious matter to me. Brother Coroner, from now on, I will treat you as my own brother!"

"I am famous for keeping my word. Qin Guangwang pulled me into the organization that year. For so many years, I have worked tirelessly for him, risking life and death. I am loyal! Hell's Gate is almost wiped out, and I still haven't betrayed him!" Coroner Wang was also generously impassioned, "From now on, your position in my heart is not lower than his. For the rest of our lives, if you don't betray me, I won't betray you!"

"Let's talk about our ages so we can discuss the order of seniority," Lin Guangming reported Lin Zhengli's birthday, "I was born on the twenty-first day of the seventh month in the year three eight nine nine of the Dao calendar. How about Brother Coroner?"

One's birth eight characters certainly couldn't be revealed casually, even though he had long since cut off related influences. As for his original body's name, it wasn't that important. Coroner Wang casually made up a birth year of three eight nine two in the Dao calendar, "My original name is Cui Di. It seems this foolish elder brother is a bit older than you!"

Lin Guangming immediately clasped his fists, "Big brother!"

Coroner Wang grasped his hand, "Good younger brother!"

Lin Guangming's voice was excited, "From now on, we are sworn brothers. We don't seek to be born in the same year, month, and day, but we seek to die in the same year, month, and day!"

"Wait—" Coroner Wang stopped him, "When did younger brother die?"

"Look at me, I'm confused!" Lin Guangming patted his forehead, "Meeting elder brother today, I was momentarily delighted and forgot myself. I actually forgot that I am no longer human! I'll say another one—we don't seek to die in the same year, month, and day, but we seek to share wealth and face no disasters!"

"A good 'share wealth, no disasters!'" Coroner Wang tightly grasped his hand, "But I still want to add a sentence: we must act for heaven and not forget our original intention!"

"Big brother!"

"Worthy younger brother!"

Under the fierce sun in the mountain forest, the tree shadows swayed warmly, and sunlight sprinkled gold.

Two good brothers held hands, looking at each other, mutually sizing up the other's fatal weaknesses, unwilling to let go for a long time.

There is a saying: When Corpse Dragon and Ghost Tiger meet, the Righteous Path rises in a hundred years with winds and clouds!

The three-day period passed in a snap.

During these three days, Jiang Wang didn't just guard the mountain cave. He spread out his knowledge, manifesting Ear Immortals and Eye Immortals with his immortal thought to leave the camp, lurking and swimming in all directions to supplement his knowledge of Yu Abyss.

Regarding how to act, Ying Wu already had a complete plan.

But Jiang Wang still wanted to deliberate on it himself once more.

Ji Zhao Nan and Gan Chang An were also the same, all waiting for the winds and clouds with dark undercurrents, all using their own methods to verify the feasibility of this action. Only each person themselves can be responsible for their own life.

Ying Wu brought the Champion small team as promised and arrived at the agreed mountain cave.

That bonfire that had been extinguished for several days was also reignited.

A small mountain cave had already gathered two top-level Divine Possessions, four venerable powerful True Persons, and a top-level Cave True who was ready to derive his path at any time. This force, placed anywhere in the present world, could be called a powerful military force.

If their identities could all be manifested as power, it would be even enough to influence the pattern of the present world!

"... The basic plan is just like this." The crowd sat around the bonfire. There was no initial order, but Ying Wu sat there like a coiled dragon and a crouching tiger, undeniably the leader. "Counting the time, the message will be released in about half an hour. Some positions might want to backtrack—now we just have to hurry and escape back to the Great Wall."

No one spoke inside the mountain cave. Having reached this point, of course, no one would back out.

"How did Ying Wu convince you?" Jiang Wang asked Chong Xuan Zun in his subconscious sea.

Chong Xuan Zun replied calmly, "He said you had already agreed and that you were all bound to go."

"... Later, I want to stay away from this person. He is too dangerous," Jiang Wang said.

"You don't feel very safe, do you?" Chong Xuan Zun replied.

Thus, there were no further words.

Ying Wu's plan was not complex, nothing more than luring the enemy, being surrounded, and counter-surrounding and annihilating—the more complex the plan, the more variables involved, and the harder it was to succeed. Especially on this huge battlefield of two races contending.

So, as the leader of this action, he wanted to simplify the action steps and reduce variables as much as possible.

The key to this plan lay in the degree of grasp by the implementers.

For example, the pressure given by Yu Abyss's Great Wall side, could it firmly nail the nine Shura monarchs to the front line?

For example, how to make Huang Ye Yu determined to have an opportunity, yet not feel danger?

For example, how to control the battlefield so that the depths of Yu Abyss would be too late to pass on information and mobilize support?

Ying Wu believed in Xu Wang, and even more in himself, but this was still an adventure on the edge of a cliff, walking on the blade tip of time.

The moment the Shura race knew the whereabouts of the Qin Crown Prince, they would be unable to turn back.

"Since everyone has no objections, we will proceed with the specific task allocation," Ying Wu absolutely did not waste time and started giving commands directly, "The early stage consists of three steps: pursuing and killing Zong Yan, escaping back to the Great Wall, and being intercepted and pursued by Huang Ye Yu. All of these are faced by a single person. If there are any accidents during this process—for example, if Zhen Hou cannot create enough pressure on the front line, causing more than two Shura monarchs to return; for example, if the isolated person cannot capture Zong Yan... you all should leave yourselves. This is not your responsibility. Do not have resentment when isolated."

"What you need to do is to hunt as usual in the early stage so as not to alert the Shura race. At the same time, pay attention to the isolated person's battlefield and complete the encirclement at the appropriate time—what is the appropriate time, the isolated person believes everyone has their own insight. There are thousands of changes on the battlefield. The isolated person will only outline a few battlefields and will not arrange your actions in advance to avoid tying the hands and feet of the heavenly prodigies in various positions."

"Various positions," he looked around, "My life may be in your hands. Let's make things clear beforehand. If there are no leaks in the early stage, but problems arise during the encirclement, and someone breaks their promise—that's when we'll discuss responsibility."

He was truly a born king.

When he drew the picture, it made people's blood boil. When he set the rules, it made people truly feel his majesty.

The entire action process was clearly planned, with clear rights and responsibilities, and he himself bore the greatest danger. The crowd naturally had no opinions.

Ying Wu said again, "For this action, Wang Yiwu and Gan Chang An will be responsible for scouting. One will pay attention to the movements of the Great Wall, and one will pay attention to the movements in the depths of Yu Abyss. Once abnormal situations outside the plan appear, immediately notify us. Do you understand?"

Gan Chang An was not vague this time. He immediately stood up and saluted with the Great Qin military salute, "Minister receives orders!"

After this brilliant team of seven gathered, Wang Yiwu rarely spoke. Hearing the task allocation this time, he stepped forward, "Scouting is something one person can do. I should be someone who stands on the positive battlefield."

Ying Wu did not speak.

Chong Xuan Zun sat lazily in front of the bonfire, his elbow supporting his knee, his five fingers virtually grasping a half-fist, supporting the side of his face. The bonfire jumped restlessly. The firelight flowed on his handsome profile, making his seemingly smiling mouth corner sometimes hidden, sometimes visible.

He didn't know what his exact attitude was.

"What battlefield are you facing the Shura monarchs on? I am right here!" Ji Zhao Nan's face was as cold as frost, taking out his senior brother's demeanor, "You go scouting!"

Wang Yiwu glanced at him, and finally said nothing, expressing his acceptance with silence.

Thanks to book friend "Jiang Paopao" for becoming the alliance leader of this book! This is for the 721st alliance of Red Heart Patrol Heaven!

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