Corpse Recovery Diver

Some blood even splashed onto the car window, obstructing a bit of the view.

Tan Wenbin pressed the wiper button, smearing the blood across the windshield, making it completely red and impossible to see ahead.

"Uh... I forgot to add windshield washer fluid."

Li Zhiyuan opened the car door and got out.

Tan Wenbin quickly followed, and seeing that they hadn't gone far, just standing in front of the car, Yin Meng didn't get out.

They had seen many dead bodies, but this manner of death was still quite shocking and chilling.

A normal person would have died long ago after self-harming to such an extent, yet these people continued.

The intense mental stimulation and terrifying pain perception made them like snakes, able to keep thrashing even after being skinned and cleaned.

However, Li Zhiyuan's focus was more on the robes the others were wearing.

Each robe had special patterns, likely etched with arrays.

Li Zhiyuan approached the closest guy in front of him, who had already self-harmed beyond recognition, yet continued to writhe.

The young man squatted down, lifted the blood-soaked robe filled with intestines, and examined the detailed patterns inside; it was an array meant to isolate aura.

Li Zhiyuan stood up, flicking the bloodstains off his hand.

The material of the robes was very exquisite and of an ancient design, likely an heirloom passed down through generations, with various aura-isolating arrays drawn, patterned, or woven inside, intricate yet well-organized without interfering with each other.

But now, they were tainted by the host's blood, and this thing feared blood evil above all, rendering it completely ruined.

In pristine condition, owning a robe like this was considered a family treasure, even Li Zhiyuan was envious.

Putting other uses aside, just wearing it to steal something, even right in front of the owner, they might yawn and fail to notice your theft.

And owning a dozen of such outfits at once... that's true heritage.

With such background and an extreme effort to avoid being perceived by causality, the identity of these people naturally became apparent.

Yet seeing those he considered his most dreaded opponents turned into such ghostly forms, the sense of incongruity was indeed quite strong.

Li Zhiyuan knew he was definitely at the center of this incident.

But ironically, he only saw the outcome and knew nothing about the process.

Tan Wenbin held the Yellow River Shovel, attentively observing his surroundings.

He also found it extremely strange, feeling utterly absurd; what kind of trick were the enemies playing, coming here to commit group suicide in front of them, trying to scare them off?

Gradually, all the people on the ground died.

Even in death, their bodies would occasionally twitch; their souls were still trapped in their bodies, continuing to endure pain.

Moreover, with the decay or destruction of their bodies, this degree of pain would only intensify.

Of course, Li Zhiyuan had no intention of going out of his way to help relieve their suffering; he was only too glad if these fellows found no peace in death and hoped that the families of these people on the ground would suffer the same fate.

If the deed was done openly and honorably, or even through conspiracy and trickery, it could be tolerated.

Putting aside other matters, many generations of River Walkers from the Qin and Liu Families had undoubtedly died at the hands of their enemies, making the Dragon King family essentially their sworn foes.

But enmity aside, they at least acknowledged their inferiority, merely sending the next generation to reclaim the field if necessary.

But deliberately using superior force against the young and weak, specifically targeting the young River Walkers to cut off their family legacy, was what Jianghu referred to as a blood feud.

Such enmity allowed no room for negotiation or compromise; once established, it was a battle to the death, requiring the complete eradication of one family to conclude it.

When you act so maliciously and completely, you lose the right to accuse others of being overly vengeful.

Unfortunately, there were no identification marks on the clothes, and their souls were too tainted to interrogate for information. If only their specific identity information could be extracted, that would be ideal.

Just then, a cawing sound was heard.

Bo Qi's shape and spirit appeared in front.

It continued to change between bird and human forms, though half its body turned charred in both forms.

Its gaze showed pleasure one moment, pain the next, sometimes struggling, sometimes terrified.

"Gulp... Gulp... Gulp..."

Its abdomen kept swelling.

Inside was the light of a lamp, simultaneously revealing a shadowy figure.

Li Zhiyuan recognized it as the Dream Ghost.

But the Dream Ghost had already been swallowed by Bo Qi's shape and spirit; it was dead and being digested.

Where devouring the Dream Ghost should have greatly increased Bo Qi's power, if not restored it somewhat, it had suffered the same grievous injuries as those on the ground, with a very weak aura and extremely confused thoughts.

Seeing it, Li Zhiyuan felt as if he'd stepped into an amusement park, just there to clean up the aftermath.

He deliberately led the Jiang Shui here, but even he hadn't anticipated the impact of the Jiang Shui to be so remarkably effective.

Exchanging two severe injuries and two fatigued parties for the success of this River Walk, while also severing that secret manipulator; it was well worth it.

With a "thud," Bo Qi's shape and spirit knelt toward Li Zhiyuan.

It started to kowtow and plead for mercy.

Li Zhiyuan immediately said, "Tan Wenbin, Ghost Control Skill!"

"Understood!"

Even though the opponent was clearly begging for mercy, in such an advantageous situation, the order was still given for him to expend life span and use the Ghost Control Skill.