Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1198 - 217

Li Zhiyuan stepped onto the staircase, and just as he ascended two steps, he sensed the steps beneath him seemed to come "alive" and start writhing.

The originally few steps in front began to seem infinitely extended, disappearing into the horizon, creating a scene that could make most people want to give up hope of moving forward.

However, the young man's steps not only didn't halt but didn't even pause for a second.

In his eyes, the staircase was still the staircase; this effect of the Array could no longer interfere with his perception.

He reached the threshold and casually turned over the copper mirror hanging on the doorframe.

Similar Arrays, Li Zhiyuan had arranged back when he first entered university in his dormitory, and his was even more advanced because he used a more precious copper mirror.

Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou immediately followed, Run Sheng habitually moving ahead of Xiao Yuan, while Lin Shuyou naturally took the position once held by Brother Bin.

Ah You in life sometimes had a clear gaze with a touch of whimsy, but at critical moments, he never faltered.

In the temple courtyard stood a young monk, holding a broom.

As Li Zhiyuan turned the copper mirror over, the young monk intended to move forward but was blocked early by Run Sheng.

The young monk turned around and called inside:

"Ah, ah, ah..."

He was mute and freshly so.

Li Zhiyuan could read his lip movements, and his vocal cord usage still followed his past habits.

Inside the temple house emerged a young monk whose face was yellow to an incomprehensible degree, as if at any moment, a drop of yellow liquid might drip from his chin.

The young monk cradled a small ceramic fish tank in his arms, in which fish were kept, all belly-up, dead.

He walked up to an incense burner, reaching to grab the dead fish, throwing them one by one inside.

The dead fish bodies were first covered with incense ashes, then gradually roasted to a crisp, emitting a sour scent.

"Visitors are guests, please enter for a chat."

An ancient voice came out from inside the house. Li Zhiyuan's ears twitched; it was the same voice as in his dream, unchanged.

The young man stepped forward, Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou close behind.

However, this time, the mute sweeping monk actively blocked the way, and the young monk stepped sideways, separately confronting Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou.

This meant everyone else had to stay outside; only Li Zhiyuan could enter the house.

Inside the temple house, there was no feeling of Array presence, but danger in this world wasn't just about Arrays.

Li Zhiyuan had no interest in facing it alone.

He came as a guest, but as an unwelcome one; the tricks the Esoteric Buddhist high monk used on him were even worse than child trafficking.

If only the monk hadn't failed, the rest of his life would have been spent as a puppet in the monk's hands.

Moreover, the high monk feared Li Lan's identity.

If Li Lan were an ordinary and normal mother, bringing her sick son to seek treatment from the high monk, whether the illness would be cured remains uncertain, but the son surely wouldn't survive.

Originally, if the memory was forgotten, that's one thing. Now that it's recalled, naturally, a reckoning is due.

"Venerable guest, the humble monk has awaited for long."

The old voice appeared again, urging him.

Li Zhiyuan: "Attack."

Run Sheng reached into his bag, pulled out the Yellow River Shovel, and struck a blow at the mute blocking his path.

The mute monk used the broom to block but was driven back by the powerful force, his shovel fully extending with the strike.

Sparing no words, when Xiao Yuan says to attack, Run Sheng certainly goes all out.

The energy gate opened, the Yellow River Shovel slashed down, and the mute monk dodged away, avoiding the blow. But Run Sheng forcibly changed the force midway, swinging the shovel to sweep towards the mute.

The mute monk again lifted the broom to block; this time, he let out a muffled grunt, flew backward, and crashed into the courtyard wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

In the world of Zou Jiang, the challenges increase wave after wave; now they've reached the level of the Nine Great Secret Realms. Furthermore, opponents competing in the waters of Jiang Shui are contemporary elites; none are easy to deal with.

But in the real world, Run Sheng is no longer the young man from Xiting Town who used to retrieve bodies under Mr. Shan's watch.

Lin Shuyou drew a trident from his waist, thrusting it directly at the young monk's face.

The young monk's body retreated, exhibiting a unique agility. Upon raising his head, greasy oil oozed from his wax-yellow face, black stripes surfaced, and upon opening his mouth, black mist flowed between his teeth.

This was a sealing technique; Divination uses the power of the Yin God on oneself, whereas sealing involves locking Evil Ghosts and malicious spirits inside, unleashing their power when needed.

In the next moment, the young monk kicked off the ground, rapidly lunging at Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou swung the trident but was swiftly caught by the young monk's keen hands. Using this opportunity, the young monk twisted his form mid-air, delivering a series of kicks to Lin Shuyou's chest.

Ah You sidestepped, avoided most, but was still caught by the final kick to the chest, immediately clutching his chest, bowing his head, disrupting his steps, and losing balance, threatening to fall.

The young monk's eyes sparkled, pressing forward, intending first to forcibly snatch Lin Shuyou's trident and then implant it into Lin Shuyou's chest.

Only, his pleasant idea was quickly extinguished forcibly.

Firstly, he exerted all effort but couldn't wrest the trident from his opponent's hands; subsequently, his opponent raised his head, vertical pupils condensed in his eyes, more sinister smile curling at his lips.