Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1119 - 203_2

Faintly visible, deep within the Kneeling Corpse Pit, some corpses that remained motionless in their kneeling posture for countless years have started to climb upwards.

As for inside the high tower, the unrest only grows more intense.

Li Zhiyuan suspected that if he went down now, he would likely be facing a group of already risen Xuanmen dead.

Faceless Man: "Originally, I could barely keep them suppressed, but now, I no longer have that ability. This place is slowly spiraling out of control."

Li Zhiyuan remained silent.

The Faceless Man continued, "Since you don't believe in the wish for ascension, then do what you need to do, otherwise, it'll be too late."

Li Zhiyuan looked at the Faceless Man with some confusion.

Faceless Man: "What, is it strange? I did say that when I ascended to immortality, I would conveniently kill you, using your eyes as testimony, your blood as record, and your life as stone.

But now, hasn't the ascension failed?

Rather than letting outsiders seize this opportunity, it might as well be given to you.

Hehe,

his descendants,

ultimately need me to lend a hand."

The Faceless Man opened his palm, in which a weak flame was flowing, a performance of a small skill.

With this skill, it would be more convenient and swift to strip off the traces from the great bell.

Without his demonstration, Li Zhiyuan would also have ways to strip it, but his demonstration saved Li Zhiyuan the time for deduction.

It was as if now Li Zhiyuan was sitting in front of a feast, and someone beside him handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Yet Li Zhiyuan still didn't move.

After finishing the demonstration, the Faceless Man retracted his palm.

As a result, his figure became faint, nearly translucent.

"What, you don't believe in ascension, and you don't want offerings either?"

Li Zhiyuan stared intently at the Faceless Man, seemingly trying to catch the other's eyes on his eyeless face.

The continually fading Faceless Man seemed to also be staring at the young man.

Li Zhiyuan confirmed something, and just as he was about to speak, the Faceless Man, as if predicting what the young man was about to say, quickly raised his hand:

"Wait a moment, wait until I turn my back before you say that sentence."

The Faceless Man turned around, lifted his hand slightly, indicating he was ready.

Li Zhiyuan: "You are truly pitiable."

The Faceless Man's transparent body began to tremble, if he had a face, it should be an expression both enjoyed and nostalgic.

Li Zhiyuan knew that the other mistook him for the historical Dragon King of the Liu Family.

This guy, whether success or failure, could draw out that peculiar sensation from himself.

The Faceless Man didn't turn his body back, but quietly enjoyed it, his figure becoming more and thinner.

The youth's voice rang out again, asking the same question as before: "Where's your face?"

Faceless Man: "I've answered that question."

Li Zhiyuan: "You misunderstood my question, answered without getting to the point."

The Faceless Man turned around, facing the youth: "Then what is it that you really want to ask?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I'm not asking about the remnants of your ancestor's skin on the lower half of your face, I'm asking about where your original face went."

Faceless Man replied matter-of-factly: "What do you think? I tore off my original face to replace it with my ancestor's face, but due to the rule constraints here, I can only present myself as faceless."

"Then where did you place your own torn-off face?"

"Of course, I…"

The Faceless Man was stunned, because he couldn't remember.

Over the many years, he had grown accustomed to his "expressionless" state.

After all, he couldn't leave the high tower, where everyone inside was dead, there was no need for communication, no need for expressions, nor would he be weak enough to talk to himself in front of a mirror to relieve loneliness, so whether he had a face made no difference.

However, even if it was worthless, where exactly did he place his own face?

The Faceless Man clutched his head.

The youth's pointed question seemed to shatter a flaw in his consciousness, causing him anxiety and unease because, normally, this shouldn't happen.

He was already dead.

He relied on the special nature of the secret realm to continue existing, and without a physical body, the soul was now his biggest vessel, with memory being a crucial component.

In other words, he shouldn't be able to forget things.

In reality, when ghosts experience memory gaps, it usually means one thing... the soul body is damaged.

This situation is not uncommon among lone ghosts without experience in the real world, as they all face such occurrences at their first time being a ghost.

But on the Faceless Man, it seemed very odd.

He was prepared to enter here, he separated his own soul deliberately.

There's no way he would make such a basic mistake.

Most important of all, the only missing memory was about where he put his face, while all else was normal.

"Why is this happening... why is this happening..."

The Faceless Man began to mutter to himself.

His transparent body, due to these complex and strong emotions, began to ripple like a lake surface.

The Faceless Man sought help from Li Zhiyuan, "Tell me, why is this happening, you know, don't you?"

Li Zhiyuan: "We've met in a dream."

Faceless Man: "Yes, it was I who met you, I invited you to represent the Liu family, to witness our clan's ascension."

Li Zhiyuan: "In that dream, I couldn't see your face. I originally thought it was because you had no face, but later I started to doubt my judgment.

What if, in the dream, you actually hid your face deliberately?"