Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 607 - 340: Resurrection, an Unavoidable Step in the Coffin Opening_2

Then, it suddenly went "Oh!".

Li: "I have a bold guess; do you want to hear it?"

Zhang Ze: "No."

Li ignored Zhang Ze and continued to speak, "Do you think it's possible that this person is actually you, and the one in the coffin is someone else?"

Li tousled Zhang Ze's hair.

"Actually, you were the one who was crushed to death, and the current you is someone else. You were crushed to death by the coffin, I... how should I say this?"

Li was speaking and ended up confusing himself, starting to count on his fingers, trying to sort out the tangled relationship.

"I told you to read less of those rubbish books I wrote, but you didn't listen. Those are all made-up stories; nothing is this mysterious. But, Li, you did remind me of something."

Zhang Ze took Li off his head, then bent down to pick up the skeleton's hand, looking at it for a while, and aligned it with the handprint on the coffin lid.

They fit perfectly.

"Ah, this..."

Though he thought of this possibility, Zhang Ze was still somewhat surprised to find that it was indeed the case.

"Is this person so formidable? They even managed to leave a handprint on the coffin?" Li said curiously, while lightly biting the lid of the coffin.

"The coffin is so strong, even now it's still hard to break." Li mumbled.

"Oi! Don't chew on my coffin! Doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Ze stepped forward, picked up Li, and scolded.

"It's fine, there's nothing uncomfortable about your stuff. But the taste of this coffin lid is indeed not good, it's hard to chew." Li looked at the small tooth marks left on the edge of the coffin, spitting twice.

Zhang Ze: "..."

Junior Sister ignored the antics of the man and his pet and lifted the coffin with her energy, placing it aside.

This revealed the skeleton from the neck down.

It was wearing clothes that resembled the Taoist robe of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

This was a new style from recent decades...

"Done for, you've caused trouble, crushing one of your own to death." Li climbed onto Zhang Ze's shoulder again, pulling his hair.

"Stop messing around." Zhang Ze pulled Li down again.

Junior Sister squatted down, turned over the collar of the Taoist robe, saw there was no name embroidered on it like Brother Feng's.

She then drew a circle with her hand, igniting a bit of spiritual fire, sweeping over the skeleton, but found not a single remnant of the Divine Soul.

For a moment, she was unsure of the identity.

"Do you think it could be like this?" Chen Qin pondered for a while, then stood up and asked Zhang Ze.

"This Taoist accidentally entered this place, just as your coffin suddenly appeared here, and was unfortunately crushed to death by it.

"Before his death, he struck the bottom edge of the coffin lid with his palm, activating some kind of restriction within the coffin, which allowed you to awaken several years later."

"Then this Taoist was really unlucky, dying at his doorstep, and after all these years, no one knows." Li spoke while blowing a flame and igniting a paper money.

Unknowingly, it had set up a small offering table, paying homage to this unfortunate Taoist.

"Should we have Tang go back and investigate?" Junior Sister asked.

"We should investigate, but it's somewhat troublesome with just a skeleton.

"There are quite a few Taoists in Dragon Tiger Mountain who haven't returned, many of whom weren't in any trouble, just like Tang who doesn't like going home."

"How about letting Maomao find out?" Junior Sister asked.

"If Maomao comes, I'm afraid he might not resist chewing on the bones, and if he damages them, it would be disrespectful to the deceased... Hmm, I'll restore his appearance first, then we can check directly against the roster."

Saying this, Zhang Ze patted the Hundred Treasures Bag and took out a scroll.

Chen Qin: "Senior Brother, you know how to do this?"

Zhang Ze: "I don't, but this one does."

He opened the scroll in his hand, which was beautifully inscribed with two lines of large characters.

[Immortal Cultivation impoverishes three generations, painting ruins a lifetime]

Surrounding it was an ink painting of lush greens and waters, small bridges and homes.

As Zhang Ze cast his spell, the ink began to fade, and a vague soul body formed from the ink, and when those two grumbling sentences and the ink painting disappeared, the soul body stood before Zhang Ze.

"What is this?" Junior Sister waved her hand in front of the soul body, but the soul body remained unresponsive.

"Remember the Wooden Fish Taoists? This is their new service..."

When Zhang Ze and Chen Qin snuck off to the Celestial Sect, they not only gained a Little Earth Immortal, half a Star Disc, and an Innate Tao Pill,

they also brought back over three hundred soul cultivators from the Wooden Fish Sect.

Separated from good and evil, these soul cultivators became paragons of morality.

After settling down in the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, besides adding the Soul Swordsmen and Soul Thousand Mechanism Warrior to the Sword Sect and Thousand Mechanism Pavilion respectively, they also developed many personal services. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

For example, controlling their Soul Box, wandering around Thousand Mechanism Town, serving as security in the day and night watchmen.

They even proposed installing more Soul Boxes at high spots in Thousand Mechanism Town, building a soul-based network to combat piracy and speculation.

Another line of service they offered was renting or selling themselves.

These soul cultivators, through some unknown means, could cut a part of their soul body and seal it within a scroll or Jade Scroll,

cutting it off completely from the main body while retaining some abilities for others to use.

The one before Zhang Ze specialized in painting.

Observing bones and sketching souls, effortlessly.

"Please help me restore the appearance of this Taoist."

Upon hearing Zhang Ze's command, the soul body showed a glimmer of life in its eyes, reached out to take the scroll from Zhang Ze, and started using his fingers as brushes to recreate the appearance of the young Taoist before death.