Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1134 - 206_2

Unfortunately, the number of these corpses is indeed too many.

Yu Miaomiao occasionally looked towards the Kneeling Corpse Pit where corpses were continuously crawling out and occasionally glanced at the crowd at the base of the tower.

Zhao Yi waved at Yu Miaomiao, enthusiastically shouting, "Meow~~~"

Yu Miaomiao's cat eyes widened.

Zhao Yi said to the people around him, "If that cat can't hold on and moves towards us later, under the premise of ensuring our safety, we should help a bit if we can."

After pausing, Zhao Yi added, "We can't let her die."

Although the group didn't understand why, they all nodded.

Because Brother Xiao Yuan, standing at the threshold, had already closed his eyes.

Except for Run Sheng, everyone else could perform Walking Yin, so naturally, they could sense that Brother Xiao Yuan had initiated Walking Yin.

Run Sheng could not perform Walking Yin, but he realized immediately that Xiao Yuan was no longer there.

The number of corpses on the platform kept increasing, and the dark clouds above grew thicker. The sense of oppression came wave after wave, like tides crashing continuously.

...

Li Zhiyuan initiated Walking Yin, taking a step and walking down the stairs.

The staircase was very deep, and it was very cold inside.

Logically, in the Walking Yin state, there should be no sense of hot or cold. The current feeling of coldness implied the presence of some kind of suppression and restriction here.

Finally, Li Zhiyuan reached the bottom.

The layout here was very similar to other levels of the tower, but everything here had been soaked in corpse energy for a long time, as if coated with a thick layer of black wax.

The first to enter Li Zhiyuan's sight were rows of stone carvings, including carriages, horses, soldiers, and palace maids, like a complete procession.

Such burial items had been unearthed in many large tombs and were not considered rare.

After passing through them, two side chambers appeared on either side of Li Zhiyuan, filled with coffins inside.

In front of him, purple lock chains hung down from above and all converged on a gigantic black stone throne ahead.

Sitting on the stone throne was a person. This person's body was large, fitting the throne well, and dressed in a black robe, exuding an aura of dignity and respect.

It was him, the black-robed man who had entered Alii's dream.

The black-robed man slowly raised his head, and this time, his face appeared before Li Zhiyuan.

It was a face with sharp edges, displaying harshness and indifference from lips to brows and eyes.

So that's what the Faceless Man looks like.

A stone table was placed in front of the throne, with a chessboard on it.

The chessboard showed obvious traces of use, and even the chess pieces had become almost transparent, evidently polished by being played with and worn by corpse energy for a long time.

"Snap!"

A piece was placed down.

Li Zhiyuan stepped in front of the stone table, and a game of chess was in play, appearing to be self-playing.

From the board, white chess had already gained the upper hand, and black chess was heavily suppressed. However, black chess held various counter-strike possibilities, and it could even be said that as long as the game continued normally, black's victory was almost certain.

The piece previously placed was a black one.

This implied allowing Li Zhiyuan to play as white.

Li Zhiyuan extended his hand, picked up a chess piece, and without hesitation, placed it down.

The black-robed man said, "You can't win."

Li Zhiyuan replied, "It's okay, I'm used to losing on the chessboard."

The game that he and Alii often played was Go. Alii's Go skills were profound, and Li Zhiyuan had never delved deeply into the art of chess, so he never won.

The black-robed man replied, "The table is mine, the board is mine, and the pieces are mine. What do you have to win with?"

Li Zhiyuan retorted, "Just flip everything over."

The black-robed man stated, "You really are like him, even in the way you speak, even if you have no blood relation with the Liu family, you're more 'Liu' than the Liu themselves."

Li Zhiyuan replied, "It just so happens that we've both pushed you into a similar situation."

The black-robed man replied, "I said, you can't win."

Li Zhiyuan asked, "If you're really that confident, why open the stairway down and call me here?"

"Mainly, I wanted to meet you."

"I've already seen you before."

"That wasn't me. He was just an obsession I discarded after coming here, without even a face."

"But I think that was the real you."

"Is that so?"

"Even now, with a face, can you really recognize who you are when you look in the mirror?"

The black-robed man continued to place pieces.

...

Outside the tower gate, those corpses were already pressing in.

Run Sheng, wielding the Yellow River Shovel, struck with each swing, either smashing or knocking away the attackers, single-handedly clearing an open space for the entire team.

Lin Shuyou, using the trident, dealt with the small fry that slipped past Run Sheng.

Zhao Yi was still setting up the Defensive Array, not yet taking action.

Tan Wenbin stood beside Zhao Yi, observing the situation.

Although they had made contact now, the pressure wasn't too great. With just Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou, they could build a defense line.

Yin Meng was earnestly cooking.

...

The black-robed man remarked, "Having entered a treasure mountain, how could one willingly return empty-handed?"

Li Zhiyuan responded, "Because I realized it was a trap, why would I continue to jump in?"

The black-robed man questioned, "You really don't believe in achieving immortality at all?"

Li Zhiyuan said, "No, I don't. Do you?"

"If I didn't believe, why would I lock myself here?"

"What you believe in isn't the kind of immortality they imagine."

"It seems you know everything."

"Yeah, I figured it out."

"That's why I invited you down here," the black-robed man raised his hand, pointing to the two side chambers, "Those are my kin. I intend to transcend with them.

Now, I extend the same invitation to you. Are you willing to ascend with me?"

...

Ghostly figures of songstresses and dancers transformed into specters and floated over, their songs mournful, tugging at the heartstrings, their dance eerie, hidden among the corpse horde, occasionally rushing forth.

Run Sheng's airways continuously opened wider, blocking the advancing corpse horde.