Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1117 - 202:

Xu Zhenrong didn't expect that her binding puppetry technique still had a counter to it.

Her gaze fell viciously on Zhao Yi, who was standing there.

Zhao Yi smiled slightly while his body swayed gently, thinking that next time he goes out to travel on the rivers, he should first order a walking stick, and maybe make one for Old Huang too.

The red and black sticky goo completely fell off Run Sheng again, forming into a mass from which Xu Zhenrong's figure emerged.

She noticed that Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou, who had previously been imposing, still only had the appearance of being so.

Xu Zhenrong: "Just a bluff!"

Zhao Yi: "The same to you."

The way to fight in a battle to the death is different from a defensive battle. Zhao Yi was simply helping the person surnamed Li block the door, not in a life-and-death feud with Xu Zhenrong, so he took it easy.

Xu Zhenrong smiled, her hands quickly forming seals.

Zhao Yi looked shocked: "How dare you!"

Xu Zhenrong: "To get in, I'll dare anything!"

In the distance, the corpse of the old Taoist, which had been destroyed by a sword strike from Yu Miaomiao earlier, began to emit black mist.

This was a standard Nuo Puppetry Technique. She intended to use it as raw material to create a powerful puppet.

But the old Taoist's body already held many mysteries and was additionally manipulated by the person at the top of the tower, so once it became a puppet, who exactly it would obey was unclear.

Xu Zhenrong truly meant what she said, she didn't care anymore.

The longer she was delayed outside, the higher the boy inside could climb, even if it was just crawling.

Better to take a huge risk and create chaos right away!

However, as soon as the damaged corpse of the old Taoist was covered by black energy, Yin Meng appeared beside it, holding a jar, and uncorked it to pour the liquid inside.

Tan Wenbin had once praised highly the "moisturizing water" made by Yin Meng.

He said it was the best travel companion for getting rid of bodies, silent when used.

This was also the most stable toxin Yin Meng had mastered so far.

"Sizzle..."

When the Corpse Decomposition Water was poured down, it was like water poured into a boiling oil pot — the black mist began to disperse, the corpse twitched, bubbling with all sorts of colorful bubbles.

Anyway, this corpse material could no longer be used to make a puppet.

Zhao Yi rubbed his face with his hand, wiping away the shocked expression, then pulled the corners of his mouth into a schadenfreude smile:

"When you and Zhen Sha'an teamed up against Yu Miaomiao, I noticed you kept an eye on that corpse several times."

Simply playing mind games, Zhao Yi feared no one but the person surnamed Li.

"Oh, by the way, don't you need raw materials? There are more nearby; do you want to try again?"

On the floor above, there was another piece of material, which was the divided body of Yu Miaomiao.

The value of the dismembered material was low, but it could still be made do with. However, Zhen Sha'an was currently entangled with Yu Miaomiao on that floor.

Xu Zhenrong knew that if she attempted to refine Yu Miaomiao's form when she was alive, with that cat's vengeful nature, it would undoubtedly drop everything and come down to fight her to the death.

Zhen Sha'an's voice came from above:

"Xu Zhenrong, I haven't broken the deal, it's your turn now!"

The flesh under Xu Zhenrong's mask frowned even tighter.

She hesitated no longer and formed seals with her hands.

Upstairs, streaks of black mist began to appear on Yu Miaomiao's remains.

The current "Yu Miaomiao," who was teasing Zhen Sha'an, seemed to sense something.

But before the current Yu Miaomiao could react, Zhao Yi also began forming seals, with the Gate of Life and Death on his forehead wriggling rapidly.

He had also learned a bit of this Nuo Puppetry Technique.

Sensing Zhao Yi's interference, Xu Zhenrong made a disdainful sound: "You've only learned the basics!"

Zhao Yi was indifferent: "I'm just the guy copying notes in class; the one who really learned isn't here."

Realizing his skill clash was ineffective, Zhao Yi immediately shouted: "Run Sheng, interrupt her! Tan Wenbin, Lin Shuyou, stop her!"

Run Sheng charged at Xu Zhenrong with the Yellow River Shovel, but the black-red puppet beside her attacked again, sticking to Run Sheng, forcing him to keep stuffing those sticky pieces into his mouth.

Tan Wenbin began shouting for his godsons to act, and two resentful babies appeared on his shoulders, clapping and singing nursery rhymes.

The dense ghost energy surged, intercepting Xu Zhenrong's spellcasting midway.

Lin Shuyou performed divination, his body still weak, yet the White Crane Child gently descended graciously.

Upon descending, it even urged proactively: "Quickly, insert the needle!"

This body's frailty was no longer suitable to wield the child's full power.

Lin Shuyou did not insert the needle.

The child quickly realized the current situation, realizing it wasn't a fight.

Soon, the child raised a trident, spinning in place, moving with the rhythm of spirit wandering steps, the energy of the Yin God rippling out, disrupting the intangible skill.

Upstairs, the black energy on Yu Miaomiao's dismembered body disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Though Xu Zhenrong had held nothing back, she still failed to defile Yu Miaomiao's corpse, let alone attract the current Yu Miaomiao's wrath to create an opportunity for Zhen Sha'an.

Inside the tower.

Li Zhiyuan was ascending floors much faster than Xu Zhenrong expected; after all, he wasn't like Yu Miaomiao, a fool who couldn't bear pain.

The higher he went, the fewer people there were on each floor, but the tremors grew more intense.

This wasn't surprising; the stronger their presence in life, the greater their resistance when the rules weakened.

The young man reached the eleventh floor, which originally had three supposed big shots, but now only one remained.

The scholarly figure with a face like a child still lay on the couch, maintaining that reading posture, though he'd switched from a wordless book to a non-existent one.

Now, a real problem emerged.

How exactly to reach the twelfth floor?

He'd been here before, but there was no stairway leading upward from the eleventh floor.

Li Zhiyuan didn't have the kind of authority that Yu Cangsheng and the others had; he only had an excuse to return a book.

Upon closer inspection, Li Zhiyuan discovered gaps appearing in the bed, floor, and walls, growing ever larger.

The scholar wasn't swaying like those on the lower floors; he was making the entire eleventh floor shake.

Looking up at the ceiling, the intricate carved surface cracked too, emitting a faint yet distinct atmosphere utterly different from the eleventh floor below.

It seemed the passage to the top floor was here.

But the damage wasn't severe enough, the cracks not large enough; the shaking needed to be more vigorous.

Without an access key, he could only break in by force.

Li Zhiyuan approached the scholar and picked up the wordless book beside him.

Pretending to hand it back to the scholar, he paused, flicking through it with his fingers, producing a crisp sound.

"I thought a book destined to be buried with you would be extraordinary, but it's just such a simple book.

Couldn't understand it while alive, still just pretending to read after death. Wow, you have to be pretty stupid for that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire eleventh floor began shaking more violently!

Li Zhiyuan's figure swayed left and right, barely managing to keep balance by grabbing the edge of the couch.

Finally, with a "boom," part of the ceiling collapsed.

The ladder to the twelfth floor descended!

Holding the book, Li Zhiyuan grabbed the handrail, enduring the intense shaking as he climbed upward.

Glancing back down, he saw the scholar's forehead furrowed in resentment, so dense it might as well drip water.

Upon reaching the top floor, it felt like a new realm, the intense tremors below vanishing instantly.

Li Zhiyuan saw the majestic, ancient bell inscribed with dense and complex runes, just one short of completion.

The young man also saw a faceless man lying beneath the bell.

He seemed dead.

Now having new suspicions about the tower's existence, the young man looked at the faceless man, and without expression, stated a sentence.

After these words, the faceless man's body suddenly shook, as if angered enough to rise from the dead.

This was all because the young man had said:

"You're really pitiful."