Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1133 - 206

"Crack......"

An intangible friction sound rose from the ground, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind blowing upwards.

Nothing had changed in reality, but if one initiated Walking Yin, they could see a sunken floor tile inside the tower door, revealing a dark staircase leading downward.

The Faceless Man, seeing this, floated over and said incredulously:

"I've been confined here for so many years, yet I never discovered a staircase going down."

Li Zhiyuan: "Do you want to go down together?"

The Faceless Man shook his head. His faceless visage seemed to convey complex emotions, but eventually, he just let out a sigh:

"I just want to ascend to become an immortal now."

"Hmm."

Li Zhiyuan turned around, took a step forward, placing his left foot on the threshold of the tower door, his right foot following, and stood firmly.

The threshold was very high and thick, providing a steady footing.

If a straight upward dividing line were drawn on the threshold at this moment, half of the young man's body would be outside the tower and half would remain inside.

"Drip...drip...drip..."

Black raindrops fell.

Everyone looked up. The "sky," originally like an emerald dome, had unknowingly turned black, and the blackness was deepening, descending further down.

When it appeared, the shadows within the outer emerald went into a frenzy one by one.

The songstresses and dancers on the white esplanade transformed into life-taking specters, collectively floating toward the platform where the high tower stood.

In the Kneeling Corpse Pit on both sides of the tower, the corpses no longer bowed submissively as before. One by one, they straightened and began reaching up to climb.

The Kneeling Corpse Pit was very high, with walls that were smooth slopes, but the corpses behind stepped on those in front, forming a stairway of bodies.

Soon, corpses howled as they climbed up.

Their faces were either sallow or dark, enveloped in an intense aura of resentment, with blood tears streaming from their eye sockets.

Lin Shuyou asked in confusion: "Why is the resentment on them more intense than what we've seen before?"

Tan Wenbin: "Didn't you see they're all wearing silk and satin? Only those who made sacrifices and tributes here many years ago, distinguished officials and nobles, have the privilege to be buried in this Kneeling Corpse Pit.

Turning away the life of luxury for a chance to ascend to immortality, they committed suicide to wait here. If they failed to ascend in the end, they'd feel deceived, and naturally, their resentment would be greater.

After all, their lives were so valuable."

Zhao Yi looked up at the black clouds above, while the Life and Death Door seam kept squirming.

He could sense a strong will moving within.

The scholar, under Li Zhiyuan's control, had already turned around to face outward, looking up at the sky.

Zhao Yi's gaze fell again on Li Zhiyuan standing on the threshold, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Damn!"

Then he slapped himself twice, self-deprecatingly saying:

"I deserve it!"

Tan Wenbin asked with concern: "Why do you seem off-kilter since earlier?"

Zhao Yi: "You're the main wife who doesn't understand the pain of the concubine."

Tan Wenbin patted Zhao Yi on the shoulder: "Don't say that, you're at least our honorary team captain. We can't treat the temp like a nobody."

"Cough...cough..." Zhao Yi suddenly began coughing, with blood flowing from his mouth and chest.

Tan Wenbin took out bandages from his bag: "Let me bandage you up again."

Zhao Yi pushed Tan Wenbin's hand away: "No need, binding it stifles it, and bleeding stimulates the spirit in the short term."

Tan Wenbin: "Did you do it on purpose? Tsk, with your body in this state, you could be donated to the medical school as a dissection teacher already."

Zhao Yi grimaced, but then shouted: "Everyone, return to defend the tower door!"

Everyone gathered in front of the tower door where Li Zhiyuan stood.

More and more corpses had climbed out of the Kneeling Corpse Pit, then staggered towards the high tower.

Run Sheng sniffed and shook his head slightly.

Before, these things seemed like delicacies to him, but now, none of these beings could whet his appetite anymore.

Yin Meng took out the Demon Exorcism Whip, gripping it in her hand.

Tan Wenbin asked: "Have you used up all the poison?"

Yin Meng: "Yes, since arriving here, stock levels have been low, and I haven't had time to replenish."

The way Yin Meng extracts toxins is varied, usually sourced from nature. On ordinary days in Nantong, she could gather lots of ingredients from the fields and rivers all by herself, enclosing herself in her room to extract them bit by bit. Easy to source, just requiring effort.

Since coming to Lijiang, the combat frequency has been high, poison consumption immense, and time limited — the last dose was just thrown to the fake Run Sheng, and now there's absolutely nothing left.

Tan Wenbin: "I remember your food also has toxicity, doesn't it?"

Yin Meng wanted to refute Tan Wenbin's words but couldn't, so she just said: "But that toxicity isn't strong enough; it's nothing compared to the extracted toxins combined."

"We have no choice; we'll make do with whatever works." Tan Wenbin then shouted to his teammates, "Everyone, take out all the food, drinks, and seasonings from your bags, and hand them to Meng Meng."

Yin Meng: "This..."

Tan Wenbin squatted down, set up a small pot and lit an alcohol stove: "Start cooking."

Yin Meng nodded, also squatting down, opening a pack of compressed biscuits, tossing them into the pot, crushing them with a small spatula, and starting to add vinegar.

Zhao Yi: "Everyone remember, we need to defend this spot and not let these things crash through the tower door."

Everyone: "Understood!"

"Meow!"

Yu Miaomiao wasn't with them at the base of the tower; she was on the outskirts, first to engage the corpses. With a flick of her claws, she sliced the bodies into segments.