Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1590 289_5

Li Zhiyuan: "That one is anxious."Tan Wenbin: "Is it that Bodhisattva?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes, nominally, Ah You belongs to His seat, although, just nominally."

That one wants to influence and intervene with Lin Shuyou through this method.

But He failed.

Because between Lin Shuyou and that one, there is still Sun Baishen.

It was Sun Baishen who interrupted this process of influence, thus making Lin Shuyou, being a True Monarch, essentially not subject to the Bodhisattva's control, not even for whispers.

Li Zhiyuan: "Alright, it's fine now, take a rest."

Returning to the room, Li Zhiyuan took a shower and lay in bed.

The young boy took a while to sleep, but Tan Wenbin fell asleep first and began to snore.

This snoring became familiar and not bothersome, and when outside, a teammate's snoring can provide a sense of security.

But suddenly, the snoring got stuck.

Li Zhiyuan sat up, did not turn on the light, and looked at Tan Wenbin's slightly pained expression illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window.

"Indeed, Ah You is not the last one, just the beginning. Are you revealing your hidden intentions?"

Li Zhiyuan knew what the Bodhisattva was doing, He was trying, in His unique way, to further infiltrate Li Zhiyuan's entire team.

However, there was no panic or worry in the young boy's eyes.

In his dream, Tan Wenbin saw his four spirit beasts standing on a wide path, golden petals continuously falling on both sides, chanting chants.

The four spirit beasts gradually merged into Tan Wenbin's body, just as in both dream and reality.

At the moment of merging, this solemn and serious scene began to twist and then collapse.

Tan Wenbin barely sensed anything, turned over, and continued snoring.

If it were the old Tan Wenbin, carrying only two godsons, he would definitely be affected.

But the "Five Senses Diagram" was created by Wei Zhengdao himself; it was already a strong seal.

Meanwhile, under the pitch-black cliff, Liang Yan's figure was cautiously approaching from above.

Below, Run Sheng was holding Yin Meng, lying among the bushes, absorbing most of the impact from the fall.

"Phew... Finally found you guys."

Liang Yan looked at the two pierced by the stick, first checking their breathing—they were still alive.

Pulling out the stick was difficult, and she didn't dare, as it wasn't just a matter of handling injuries; recalling the terrifying scene of Yin Meng crawling out of the grave, Liang Yan dared not act on her own.

Upon inspection, Liang Yan found that the stick pierced Yin Meng's chest but avoided vital areas, whereas Run Sheng's condition was much more serious.

She remembered how during the day, Run Sheng would wield his shovel at Yin Meng without hesitation, yet within his capacity, he still protected her.

She could understand the former—the best way to not disadvantage Yin Meng was to let her leave in that situation. Any unnecessary compassion would bring greater cruelty to Yin Meng.

The latter she envied; she even fantasized that it was herself and Zhao Yi lying pierced by a stick here.

At that moment, Yin Meng slowly opened her eyes.

Liang Yan backed away in fright, not wanting to endure that terrifying illusion technique again.

The haze in Yin Meng's eyes showed a tendency to gather again.

But just then, the blood from Run Sheng's body flowed along the stick onto Yin Meng, dispersing the haze with Evil Qi, causing Yin Meng's eyes to close again.

In Yin Meng's consciousness, she was lying on cold, deep water, her soul completely sealed.

In front of her stood a towering statue, identical statues can be seen everywhere in the Ghost City, its back resembling the Great Emperor Fengdu.

However, on the side Yin Meng couldn't see, namely the statue's face, there was a compassionate Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva's Golden Body was constantly shattering, cracking, and crumbling irregularly, piece by piece.

It was as if someone were crazily pounding it with a shovel.

...

After Tan Wenbin returned to normal, Li Zhiyuan also closed his eyes and slept.

The dream came.

The young boy felt himself sitting on a palanquin, slightly swaying up and down.

Ahead, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou were walking arm-in-arm, chatting and laughing; behind, Run Sheng and Yin Meng walked side by side, Run Sheng carrying many items, while Yin Meng happily ate the hometown snacks she just bought.

The young boy lowered his head and saw that those carrying him forward were skeletons.

The palanquin was ascending, the surrounding shops gradually closing, pedestrians and tourists becoming fewer, until even Tan Wenbin and Run Sheng disappeared.

Yet, the palanquin was carried more steadily than before, with a much higher view.

The young boy lowered his head again to find that the skeletons previously acting as bearers now wore official robes, donned official hats, and all stepped on stilts.

Orange-red lanterns hung along both sides of the street, floating upwards as they passed by, like eyes observing from above.

A giant gate appeared before Li Zhiyuan.

It wasn't tall yet presented a height unmatched by any mountain, it wasn't wide yet separated Yin and Yang.

This, was the Ghost Gate.

A gate that could only be perceived in cognition, yet defies description with any words.

"Click..."

The Ghost Gate was opening.

At this moment, the tidal fear from outside and the fierce despair from inside collided greatly, raising thick clouds full of hysteria.