Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1068 - 192: Crossing Yin (Part 3)

Tan Wenbin suddenly understood and nodded; this is why Brother Xiao Yuan only let Lin Shuyou go down alone at the beginning.

Zhao Sanyan really has a good brain.

Other than Brother Xiao Yuan, he is probably the smartest person Tan Wenbin has ever encountered.

Run Sheng reached out to pat Tan Wenbin's shoulder and said:

"No worries, those gold and silver mules outside are nothing compared to our own earth mule."

"I really didn't think about it that way."

Tan Wenbin felt no jealousy toward Zhao Yi, and even pitied him for having already lit the lamp and walked on the river. Because Tan Wenbin's own role was being the voice at the bow, not the strategist. His frequent appearances were not due to intelligence but completely supported by comparisons with peers.

Zhao Yi pointed his finger at the cocoon that had stretched long and drooped down:

"Look, that thing is difficult to bear; once the masked man emerges, the situation will become quite difficult, and we at most can hold on through this round. Beyond this round, the situation will slip out of control."

Li Zhiyuan: "Hmm."

Seeing he was persuaded, Zhao Yi finally let out a breath and said, "Should we take advantage of the fact that it hasn't come down yet and rush over to seal the coffin back?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head, "It hasn't fully expressed itself, and I haven't completely learned it. I have to get through this round."

Zhao Yi: "Whether you learn it or not doesn't really matter unless you..."

Li Zhiyuan: "Yes, I've improved it."

Zhao Yi: "..."

Mr. Zhao clenched his fists tight, wanting to pound his chest, but the thought of his fragile heart at that moment prevented him from doing so, fearing he'd abruptly die from it, so he could only strike the ground.

Li Zhiyuan: "It's a good opportunity; I don't want to miss it. I want to learn it completely."

Zhao Yi lifted his red fists to his mouth and blew on them. Thanks to the life and death door reopening, his body was weak and limp, yet despite pounding the ground for so long, his fists didn't break the skin.

"But, have you thought about what if it doesn't fully express next round?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Then we'll find a way to make it express fully."

The young man looked higher ahead at a green inverted cone.

He paused his hands, beginning to form seals, but this time not following the rhythm of the hands atop the coffin.

This is his own rhythm.

Zhao Yi's lips started to twitch.

He had learned quite a bit too, but lacked the boldness and courage of the young man, daring to use it directly like this.

Inside the green rock wall above, a black shadow seemingly drawn began to move toward the inverted cone.

At first, Li Zhiyuan was somewhat unfamiliar, mainly with the terrain here, failing to make the shadow slide down after three attempts.

Finally, on the fourth attempt, it entered the hole.

The shadow slid, entering the tip of the white cocoon.

Zhao Yi: "We can bring it down and start forming a puppet."

Li Zhiyuan: "Not enough."

The young man continued drawing a second shadow to slide down, then began drawing a third.

The area is rich in raw materials, implying that opportunities like this wouldn't come again.

Third shadow, fourth shadow, fifth shadow!

Li Zhiyuan didn't greedily choose ten shadows like the opponent but chose five, the number the opponent used last round.

The five shadows have all entered the cocoon now.

The youth crossed his fingers and surged upward!

"Pop!"

The cocoon fell, landing on the ground.

The hands above the coffin did the same, and the cocoon containing ten shadows fell down as well.

The ground of the rounded hall showed two white patches, both writhing desperately.

This situation seemed to trigger something, causing the coffin's hands to mimic actions that hadn't been shown before, with a faint white light glowing amidst transformations.

Zhao Yi: "It worked."

Li Zhiyuan continued forming hand seals, watching his own cocoon while keeping an eye on the hand movements to learn.

With divided attention, the boy could manage, but in such high pressure, efficiency inevitably dwindled, and the pressure was indeed overwhelming.

The opponent's cocoon had already begun forming a humanoid figure, while his remained kneeling, wobbling with unstable balance.

A very awkward situation unfolded—if the opponent could run, jump, and fight next, and if his puppet hadn't been formed, the opponent could simply step over and crush his puppet with a foot.

Li Zhiyuan forced himself to keep up, squeezed his brainpower, and finally saw his own patch starting to rise. However, he felt liquid flowing from his nose, indicating a nosebleed.

This puppet-forming stage had yet to progress to combat, yet a nosebleed already ensued. Should he keep forcing himself, the risk of bleeding from the eyes and eventual blindness approached.

The learning aspect consumed immense energy, but his purpose was to master the whole puppetry technique, what else could he focus on?

Moreover, unlike books, the performing hand's interpretation here was transient—missed, it's gone forever.

He needed a solution.

Li Zhiyuan turned his head to Zhao Yi beside him; fortunately, solutions were right there.

Being looked at, Zhao Yi shivered nervously and asked, "What are you doing?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Lend me your brain."

Zhao Yi: "Why me?"

Li Zhiyuan: "You have nothing else to do."

Zhao Yi: "That's not a reason."

Li Zhiyuan: "If I collapse from exhaustion and later encounter the Yu Family, what would you do? Besides, there are more dangers ahead, and if I'm not conscious, my companions will only focus on escorting me away."

Zhao Yi: "You're so shameless."

Li Zhiyuan: "Quickly."

Zhao Yi sighed, stood up, placed his right hand at his own life and death door, and his left hand atop Li Zhiyuan's head.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi closed their eyes simultaneously,

Walking Yin!