Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1201 - 217:

Old Monk: "No, as long as you can..."

Before he finished speaking, his body froze, and immediately afterward, his eyes turned red, his expression twisted as if undergoing some kind of transformation.

He had been inhibited in advance, and now it was about to manifest.

Li Zhiyuan immediately stood up, flicked his left hand downward, gripping the copper coin sword, and directly struck it at his brow.

"Snap!"

In an instant, white smoke rose, the old monk's skin began to peel away, revealing the form of a middle-aged man.

The redness in his eyes evaporated by the copper coin sword, and his twisted face gradually calmed.

"I didn't expect Master to be so ruthless, thank you for being willing to save me..."

"I didn't intend to save you, nor can I save you. What your Master planted in you can't be undone; you are bound to die."

As if to verify his own words, Li Zhiyuan moved the copper coin sword away from his forehead.

"Ah!!!"

His eyes were covered in red again, his face even more twisted, while his limbs swelled like being inflated, reminiscent of the scene when Tan Wenbin used Ghost Control Skill.

But Tan Wenbin's Ghost Control Skill was controllable. Even if Binbin couldn't control his two godsons, he wouldn't let the godfather inflate to death.

The one in front of him, however, was deliberately making it uncontrollable, either going insane or exploding.

Li Zhiyuan: "See, I wasn't wrong. Your Master didn't intend for you... or any of you to live."

The mute's body twitched, his aura becoming increasingly fierce, his eyes filled with red, losing his own thoughts.

The young monk's face simply melted, revealing the countenance of an old woman, emitting a shrill scream, showing a longing for blood.

Back then, the old monk was in a minor subordinate unit, where many magic artifacts considered as relics were placed, but that small unit had long been stripped of titles.

Therefore, it was actually quite hard to find them initially.

Li Zhiyuan had been trying to dial that number, which was Li Lan's office phone; Li Lan should have been able to find his location.

But this matter became simpler with Grandpa's involvement because Grandpa had been tormented for a long time in dreams by those zombies.

Li Zhiyuan felt this was probably a counterattack from Grandpa's own luck, winning a luxurious tour in Beijing unexpectedly, was caused by the luck.

This explained why Grandma Liu and others were so cautious living in Grandpa's house and clarified why Uncle Qin didn't help when the soy sauce bottle fell earlier.

When Grandpa's luck started to fight back... people around him naturally would be used as tools.

Li Zhiyuan not only didn't dislike this feeling but rather liked such strong and clear guidance.

But it was precisely because it was so direct and clear that the Esoteric Buddhism old monk sensed it in advance.

This move was indeed ruthless, taking the lives of three disciples to sever the cause and effect this time.

Putting aside standpoint and morality, Li Zhiyuan quite admired his method because it was indeed effective; once things were settled, with people dead, debts vanished, and Grandpa's luck would lose its counterattack target.

Li Zhiyuan: "Resolve them."

If he hadn't come tonight, the three people in this temple would become mad fallen demons, causing harm, but since he was here, he had to take action to resolve it.

Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou both took action.

Li Zhiyuan pressed the copper coin sword against the face of the middle-aged monk in front, his right hand condensing a blood mist, slapping it onto the sword body, the pattern directly branding on it, the copper coin sword, like a soldering iron, began to madly erode the evil qi rising from his body.

"Ah!!!"

If it were a bit further away or if the opponent completed the transformation, Li Zhiyuan might find it troublesome to deal with him, but now the person was right in front of him, and he had the upper hand, so there were no issues with close combat skills, making it very simple to resolve.

The copper coin sword slashed down, from his brow to his chest, a line of blood appeared, along with the spraying evil qi, large amounts of essence blood were swept out.

Li Zhiyuan took out the wordless book, turned to that page, and soaked it with the essence blood.

Since it's already sprayed, don't let it go to waste.

This wasn't making a trade, because what was consumed today would double in deduction tomorrow, no matter how much was ingested, it all had to be squeezed out, just giving a little taste. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Tell me where your Master went, and I'll grant you a quick death."

"Gao Yuan... Mountain Sect."

Li Zhiyuan nodded, leveling the copper coin sword and sliced down, decapitating him.

The copper coin sword was not sharpened, but once it touched something evil, it became extraordinarily sharp.

This was enough to see how fierce the Dragon King Zhao was back then, unlike Zhao Yi's weak and frail manner, it indeed disgraced the ancestors.

A root-like object grew from the mute's throat, and beneath the skin of his limbs, vines appeared, further enhancing his body strength, roaring as he lunged at Run Sheng.

Run Sheng didn't hold back; sixteen qi gates opened fifteen in one go, first kicking his opponent flying, then following with a pounce, the Yellow River Shovel crashed down, smashing his head.

The man who went mad and demonic, though becoming stronger, had lost his original consciousness, making him easier to deal with if your strength was sufficient.

But after losing the head, he still twitched, and the root-like objects continued to spread outward.

Run Sheng stepped on it, raised the shovel again, and smashed down, then bent down, forcibly pulling out the roots.

The roots quickly entwined around Run Sheng's hand, trying to find an entry to penetrate his body, but Run Sheng opened his mouth, bit off a section, and began to chew.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

It was crispy, very refreshing, like sweet sugarcane.

On the other side, the White Crane Child resolved it quickly too.