Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 771 - 138:

The two of them locked eyes.

Her gaze slightly narrowed, seemingly surprised that the young man's actions were faster than hers.

Alright, now there are suddenly two 'Yin Yang Road Inns' on this slope.

The corpse driving team above finally stopped.

"Ding ling ling... ding ling ling... ding ling ling..."

The Yellow Robed Daoist in front began to turn, while the one behind had to take larger steps, and those in the middle just needed to march in place.

After adjusting their direction, they began to descend.

Though it was a slope, they walked as if they were on flat ground.

They came down.

Li Zhiyuan made a downward pressing gesture with his left hand, and Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin each grabbed the yellow paper in their hands, lowering their heads.

Perhaps the two of them were still silently chanting in their hearts: You can't see me, you can't see me.

Life is a circle.

When he first returned to his hometown, frequently encountering dead bodies, Li Zhiyuan often did this, and later he taught his companions the same.

When you encounter something unclean that you feel you can't handle, just pretend you can't see it.

Now, Li Zhiyuan was beginning to find that familiar feeling from before.

However, Li Zhiyuan didn't just lower his head like Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin.

Although the young man did not directly look up at the corpse driving team, his gaze fell on the copper mirror.

He wanted to observe them closely through the copper mirror.

This place wasn't far from Taohua Village, and the suddenly appearing corpse driving team was heading in the direction he intended to go.

It probably wasn't the main target of his Fourth Wave, but it was certainly related.

It would be great to gather some clues in advance.

Especially that person, whether among the previous three or the current ten, who never set their feet on the ground—this person was the key point!

If the two Daoists previously carrying one corpse on a bamboo pole showed respect for tradition, then nine people carrying a corpse was no longer corpse driving; it was a palanquin.

If this guy was evil, it could have reached a level that even people from the Xuanmen traditionally would avoid provoking.

If this guy was human... that would be even more terrifying than being a ghost.

"Ka-cha... ka-cha... ka-cha..."

The intensive and neat footsteps approached.

They came down and arrived beside him.

What came along was also a bone-chilling cold, with a suffocating pressure above it.

Run Sheng, with his left hand grabbing the yellow paper and his right hand holding the handle of the Yellow River Shovel, though Xiao Yuan had already set up the situation, he would open the Qi gate fully without hesitation if it collapsed even slightly.

His intuition was dull, like Yin Meng, unable to Walk Yin, but he still had a sense of life and death danger. He knew very well that what he encountered this time was excessively powerful and he had to give it everything from the start, or he might not even have a second chance to make a move.

Tan Wenbin felt the same. He had originally learned to Walk Yin, and with two vengeful infants attached to him, their sensations and emotions transmitted to him, heightening his panic.

The kids were scared; even facing the White Crane Child, they were afraid, but not to this extent.

Now, Tan Wenbin's heart was racing, yet he was trying to comfort himself, and in doing so, comfort the two kids. He hoped that if something really went wrong, they wouldn't falter at the critical moment; they needed to follow along with him.

They must not let Ghost Control Skill fail, or it would mean death, which was too frustrating.

One, two, three...

Li Zhiyuan looked at the copper mirror, awaiting the one who did not touch the ground.

When he observed the three-man corpse driving team from the courtyard earlier, the one in the middle was indistinct. This time, it should be clear.

Finally, that face appeared!

Li Zhiyuan saw it in the copper mirror, a face identical to his own.

In the mirror, it seemed like it was him, being carried without touching the ground.

So fierce?

That was Li Zhiyuan's first reaction.

He only wanted to sneak a peek at it through the copper mirror, but it wanted to "take him away" in this manner.

There was an even more terrifying possibility: that "it" did it unconsciously, and by actively looking at it, you naturally follow it away.

That "self" in the mirror wasn't himself, but a future self from folklore, where someone's soul is taken away.

Li Zhiyuan immediately bit his tongue tip, forcing himself to close his eyes.

He silently chanted the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" in his mind, entering a state of emptiness.

Blood began to spill from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, making him look terrifying.

Even in his previous confrontation with that pig, the young man only suffered minor injuries, far less embarrassed than now after just one "glance."

Run Sheng noticed the oddity with Xiao Yuan; he didn't look up but saw blood dripping on the ground in his line of sight.

In a flash, Run Sheng prepared to rise and open the Qi gate fully for a fight.

He realized, however, that Xiao Yuan's hand holding the yellow paper was pressing down on his Yellow River Shovel.

Run Sheng gritted his teeth and held back.

The corpse driving team came over, first circled around Li Zhiyuan, Run Sheng, and lower Tan Wenbin, then moved to the right to circle once around the woman there.

Seeing they were in "inns" but with no "guests" to take, they slowly walked up again, returning to the path.

After adjusting their direction, they continued to move forward.

Everyone at the bottom of the slope kept their heads down, not knowing exactly where they went but able to judge their distance by the changing sound of the bells.