Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1129 - 205_3

Xu Zhenrong did not expect that her strongest masked man in hand would be dismantled so easily.

"You can only succeed this time!"

Xu Zhenrong was decisive and immediately commanded the "fake Run Sheng" to self-destruct, then she crossed her fingers and pushed upwards.

Without one, she could still conjure another.

This place had already turned into a classroom environment, making it her home ground.

The scholar's form shifted once more, avoiding the aftershocks of the "fake Run Sheng's" self-destruction.

At this moment, sixty shadows flooded back into the inverted jade cone overhead.

Soon, a new cocoon of white would fall, and another "fake Run Sheng" would appear.

Inside the tower, Li Zhiyuan raised both his hands.

Outside the tower, the scholar crossed his fingers and pushed upwards.

The inverted jade cone, which had already been filled with sixty shadows, was once again packed with dozens more, stuffing it completely.

With too many shadows jammed inside, it was impossible for them to transform into a white cocoon and detach.

Xu Zhenrong trembled, though wearing a mask, she could still perceive the shock she felt at this moment.

"It's you!"

Even though the scholar and Zhao Yi had a brief exchange before, it wasn't until now that Xu Zhenrong realized who was truly controlling the scholar at this moment.

She had taught him the Nuo Puppetry Technique, but she didn't expect him to stop her skills in this way.

The "fake Tan Wenbin" and "fake Lin Shuyou" hadn't been summoned back by Xu Zhenrong to protect herself, nor did the scholar press forward to Xu Zhenrong, instead starting to retreat.

During the retreat, Xu Zhenrong repeatedly pulled shadows into the cone, but no matter which cone she chose, the scholar kept adding more in the same way, further stuffing the cone.

The simplest way to deal with the Puppet Master was to prevent her from creating more puppets.

Elsewhere, under Zhao Yi's arrangement, Tan Wenbin was sent to face his counterfeit alone.

If Tan Wenbin used the Ghost Control Skill at this time, he could probably have a back-and-forth with the opponent, as the difference in physical attributes doesn't affect skills much.

But Zhao Yi demanded that Tan Wenbin not use the Ghost Control Skill.

First, if everything goes straight to the extreme, how could he, Mr. Zhao, showcase his value?

Second, Zhao Yi was relying on Li's team to survive this wave, conserving their strength also protected him.

Zhao Yi believed that if turbulence and collective downfall occurred, Li's team would drag away their partners first, and conditions permitting, they would come back for him.

The "fake Tan Wenbin" spread his arms, with two "resentful babies" clapping and singing on his shoulders.

The real Tan Wenbin, under such a mental attack, knelt with his head in his hands, blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, though fortunately his two godsons couldn't formally act, they could still protect his head, offering some solace.

This scene, indeed, looked quite fatherly and filial.

However, the two godsons protecting him had eyes filled with deep resentment toward Zhao Yi.

They blamed the three-eyed one for not letting their godfather release their power; now that he's suffering, it's all on him!

Suddenly, the scholar appeared behind the fake "Tan Wenbin," and as "fake Tan Wenbin" sensed this, his eyes turned red, with negative emotions surging toward the scholar.

Since this body was under Li Zhiyuan's control, the emotions naturally transmitted back to the young scholar, and then nothing more happened.

Noticing that this mental disturbance skill had no effect, "fake Tan Wenbin's" body began to inflate rapidly, attempting to bolster himself with the Ghost Control Skill.

The scholar swiftly closed the distance, pointing with outstretched fingers at "fake Tan Wenbin's" shoulders, tapping them through the air.

Xu Zhenrong's puppetry was indeed exquisite, yet she had one flaw: an excessive pursuit of perfect replication.

She might not have been like this in life, but in death here, with almost endless quality materials and rules aiding her deduction… She had succumbed to the luxury of excess.

Why did the two resentful infants like perching on Tan Wenbin's shoulders? It wasn't to show father-son warmth, but because Tan Wenbin's shoulders had seals placed by herself.

She even replicated this detail.

It wasn't her oversight; her deductions were knowing the events but not the reasons behind them.

When the scholar activated the shoulder seals, "fake Tan Wenbin" collapsed on the ground, convulsing.

"My turn!"

Tan Wenbin, his face bloodied, got up, grabbed the Yellow River Shovel, rushed forward, and fiercely sliced off the head identical to his own.

"Whew..."

No lies, it felt pretty satisfying to kill oneself.

The scholar continued with fingers crossed, pushing upwards, blocking Xu Zhenrong's access to the raw materials.

The White Crane Child was summoned again.

Recently, the divination rituals had been too frequent, but the child wasn't angry, each time responding to the call with a helpful on-site service.

Though attempting to conceal it, it was clear their aura wasn't as robust as before.

There was no helping it, Lin Shuyou continuously divined in a weakened state, the descended child had to use its own strength repeatedly to sustain Lin Shuyou, practically subsidizing the foreman's endless work.

Those Yin Gods did not care about the divination child's body partly because their divine power was too precious.