Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1123 - 204
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think this is the time for joking?"
"This is my ancestor's face skin."
"You're not exactly a filial son."
"I can barely preserve my sense of self when using my ancestor's face skin because of my ancestral bloodline. As an outsider, if you put it on, you'll get lost."
"You don't need to worry about that, just hand it over."
"Because this place was constructed by my ancestor's arrangement, his face skin holds special significance and effects here. It will cause disruptions in the rules, attracting much chaos to join in..."
"Will you give it or not."
"I will!"
Li Zhiyuan knew that as long as he spoke, the other party would surely comply.
Controlling a person's heart, in essence, is first understanding what they really want deep down, and then weaving a dream for them to achieve it.
In such a situation, even if you tire of lying, they'll actually help you deceive themselves.
The Faceless Man began to tear at the upper half of his face.
Soon, half of a face skin floated before Li Zhiyuan.
The young man reached out and grabbed it.
The texture was cold, not at all greasy, and emitted a soothing sandalwood fragrance.
Those who knew would recognize it as human skin, while those who didn't might mistake it for a piece of art.
Since the ancestor of the Faceless Man had the capability to construct this place, it stands to reason that his own burial site wouldn't be simple either.
This sandalwood scent was absorbed over time, indicating that the environment inside the tomb maintained stability over the years.
Li Zhiyuan: "Where is your ancestral tomb?"
The Faceless Man: "Isn't that a bit presumptuous of you to ask?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Anyway, even your own family has robbed it, and you've killed your family and reburied them here.
After becoming immortal and residing in the Heavenly Palace, descending once isn't easy. Why not let me visit and pay my respects for you?"
The Faceless Man: "Qingtan, the Forest of March."
Li Zhiyuan had never heard of this place, but it could be looked up.
Li Zhiyuan spread out the half face skin in his hand and lifted it.
Without hesitation or mental preparation, he simply closed his eyes and pressed the half face skin onto his own face.
When Li Zhiyuan attempted to open his eyes, the half face skin seemed to come alive, with massive chaotic thoughts rushing into him.
The Faceless Man closely observed the young man before him, hoping to see expressions of struggle and pain on his face.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed; the young man's expression didn't change at all.
Moreover, when the young man opened his eyes, no trace of mixed colors appeared in their depths.
This meant that not only had the young man not lost himself, but he had also suppressed all other chaotic thoughts.
The Faceless Man: "Are you human or ghost?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Don't you find it amusing? You, who float as you walk, ask me, who has flesh and blood, if I'm human or ghost."
The Faceless Man: "That's impossible!"
The Faceless Man had his own experiences and insights; he believed there were people with incredibly strong willpower in this world, but he didn't believe that someone could remain completely unaffected.
Li Zhiyuan gently tapped the skin near his eye socket with his finger: "Impossible?"
Every time the Black Book Secret Technique is used, it's akin to rapidly experiencing someone else's entire life. Memories, emotions, insights, all of these leave an imprint on the user.
The one under the Peach Forest lost himself because he overused this secret technique.
Yet the young man and Wei Zhengdao were unaffected by such things.
Absolute cold rationality inherently required the elimination of all impurities and burdens.
Thus, as comrades in affliction, each episode was, in fact, an attempt to obliterate their "self-awareness."
Lack of emotion is the fruit of this cause, although it's the easiest to manifest and be perceived.
The chaotic thoughts and the factors that could shake their sense of identity entered their bodies, yet they couldn't affect them because they were ruthless enough to... even kill themselves.
Li Zhiyuan turned around, looking at the reclining scholar on the couch.
He could now see the "threads" emerging on the scholar's body.
They connected and interacted with the surrounding furniture, floor, and walls.
However, there were many loose ends on the scholar, indicating that the original threads were denser, almost completely entwining him, though many had now snapped.
Just like rules that had been continuously broken and were now riddled with holes.
Li Zhiyuan surveyed his surroundings, observing these loose ends. Many were on the ground and also floating in the surrounding air, complete with heads and tails—fragments from breakage.
The young man raised his hand, attempting to touch them, but as soon as his fingertips made contact, the threads scattered like a mirage.
When Li Zhiyuan had previously been outside the tower, he sensed the bell sound emanating from within and thought of researching group array techniques upon returning.
He hadn't expected to face these "threads" so directly once entering the tower again.
This amounted to an observational school, greatly aiding his upcoming research.
Unfortunately, time was not on his side. Otherwise, he would have liked to spend ten days to half a month here for in-depth study.
The young man refocused on the scholar, simultaneously reaching out to grab the bell before him.
The moment the bell was in hand, the threads on the scholar's body started to swirl wildly.
The scholar climbed off the bed, stood up, and shut his eyes in front of the young man.
Li Zhiyuan carefully felt the situation. Although very similar, the other was not in a puppet-like state controlled by him.
At this moment, the scholar possessed a degree of autonomous behavior, but this autonomy did not originate from himself.
