Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1217 - 220:

This scene feels like a painting from the Buddhist Leiyin Temple.

But what's above isn't a host of gods; they remain lofty simply because they dare not descend.

As Li Zhiyuan stepped across the threshold, the mist above swiftly rose, forming layers upon layers of clouds.

However, this time, Li Zhiyuan's target wasn't them.

Just as he stepped out, he turned around and looked at the curse force huddled in the wall crevice.

It had a head and four limbs, thin and small, resembling a one-eyed monkey.

At the moment, it was trembling, no longer as excited as before.

It originally thought it found its group, but upon entering, realized that the people in the group lived even more miserably.

Li Zhiyuan approached it, his gaze slightly focused.

The one-eyed thin monkey immediately kowtowed, starting to bow repeatedly.

Li Zhiyuan squatted down, reached out to grab its small head, and made it lift its gaze.

The eye continuously shifted with various expressions, seemingly contemplating resistance, launching a sneaky attack on the young man, but it held back.

What kind of spell could allow the curse power itself to gain self-awareness, resembling a living being?

Li Zhiyuan speculated it was likely related to the sacrifice when casting the curse, probably done with a living creature as the offering.

At this moment, it seemed the one-eyed thin monkey, already under immense pressure, could no longer hold on. A special aura flowed from its eye: karma.

Messy, chaotic, as if forcibly merging various juices from different times.

This sensation was reminiscent of the corset Xin Jiyue once used for storing karma.

In the Xuanmen community, no one would be foolish to touch this; everyone seeks to cut off karma to ensure cleanliness, and to touch this so crudely...

Li Zhiyuan affirmed, this was Langhua.

Tan Wenbin had long been arranged to handle a line at the Zhoushan Islands, and this was the other line given to him by Langhua.

If analyzed purely from a rational perspective, both clues provided were quite considerate and clear.

Once was Xin Jiyue, who proactively came to him, another was Liu Jinxia, who went outside and got cursed before returning.

Even between the first and second lines, he managed to make some time to take Grandmaster for a spin in Beijing.

The Jiang Shui in this wave offered an unprecedented tolerance and gentleness.

This also suggested that this wave was no simple matter.

Yet, from the perspective of the questioner, they probably intended to convey the message through Liu Jinxia's death, to perform rites at that household in Salt City, thereby bringing out this line.

The questioner likely didn't anticipate him successfully extracting the curse force.

Logically, the death of the cursed person would usually mean the dispersal of the curse force.

The young man turned around and said to the girl at the threshold: "Alii, I need to extract it from your dream."

The girl nodded.

Li Zhiyuan vanished from the dream, opened his eyes to reality; the girl still had her eyes closed.

The young man took the wordless book, opened it to the second blank page, placed his right palm on it, and gripped the girl's hand again with his left.

Li Zhiyuan returned to the girl's dream.

The one-eyed thin monkey, initially curled up in the wall crevice, had now raced to an open space ahead, continuously screeching toward the "gods" above, as if pleading for help.

But those above feigned ignorance, with none daring to descend at this moment.

Li Zhiyuan stepped out, and as the thin monkey prepared to flee, the young man merely opened his left hand, and black mist rose, pulling the thin monkey back.

Even now, Li Zhiyuan wasn't sure about what he did to Emperor Fengdu in the Dream Ghost's dream, but he knew well that each time he used the power of the "Fengdu Twelve Commandments" in Alii's dream, it was akin to "falsely transmitting the imperial edict," splashing his journey stains onto the emperor each time.

For this reason alone, the emperor's hatred toward him, wanting him dead, was justified.

Li Zhiyuan suspected this was why the emperor, though in Fengdu, sat idly by as his bloodline descendants dwindled.

For beings like them, bloodlines not only lost their heritage significance but also became a karma flaw.

However, the emperor never expected that the Yin family's degraded twelve magic techniques could be reverse-engineered back to the Twelve Commandments by a young man, a case of staying home and receiving the legacy themselves.

Even Grandma Liu, upon seeing a painting, could spit blood; the emperor's commandments, used by him like a pole to stir in Jiang Shui, should feel equally unpleasant.

The thin monkey was dragged despairingly before the young man.

The young man placed his right palm over its head.

In reality, the wordless book trembled gently, and from the first page, the evil book, already in powder form, emerged again with a head, curiously glancing at its neighbor on the second page.

It was imagining what kind of deity this could be.

Soon, an image formed on the second page: a tiny iron cage, inside which was a monkey.

The evil book was astonished, then exploded with strong indignation.

This was its prison, how could even such low-grade entities be held here?

In contrast to the evil book's dissatisfaction, the shadows in Alii's dream above collectively fell into panic.

They didn't know the cause and effect, unaware this time Li Zhiyuan simply used Alii's dream as a transit station, or a temporary holding place.

From their perspective, they saw the young man extracting something already existent in the dream!

From the earliest using lanterns to guide and capture, then fishing with the lantern, and next, directly detaining with the Fengdu Commandments, now it turned into targeted prison transfer; this young man never failed to astonish them in different ways periodically.