Chapter 1598 - 291: Collective Coffin Opening (Part 2)

It indicates that the corpse inside has already transformed into a Deadman, with the coffin filled with corpse energy.

Li Zhiyuan: "Come and smell it."

Zhao Yi leaned in, took a couple of whiffs through the gap in the coffin, and as black energy entered his nose, he lifted his shirt, and two drops of black blood trickled from his heart, expelling the corpse poison from his body.

"The quality of the Deadman isn't exaggerated, but there's a special enhancement on top, which should be related to the Yin Family Ancestral Tomb."

An ordinary Deadman, yet with extraordinary Power.

Li Zhiyuan: "Estimate the time it will take to collectively open the coffins here and then head to Ghost Street."

"You're faster at calculating than I am, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I should conserve my energy."

"Alright, I'll calculate."

On the water's surface, the further back the coffins are, the denser the corpse energy becomes, and the higher the level it manifests, considering that members of the Yin Family have dwindled in generations, entering the ancestral tomb is like cars boarding a ferry—they park first on board but disembark from the back.

After confirming everything, Li Zhiyuan returned to the shore, handling his damp clothes while saying:

"I'll leave three sticks of blood incense here, you leave a puppet, and then I'll time it so the Yin Family members head to Ghost Street."

"The puppet I leave might not be able to carry out the ritual."

"Your puppet functions like the incense, it's a prop, used for saying contrary words."

"Alright, alright."

Li Zhiyuan took out three new incense sticks, first stained with his right hand's blood mist, and then threw them into the water.

As the three sticks sank, all the coffins on the river surface also sank, not returning but simply hiding.

No matter what, if someone passes by and sees numerous coffins floating on the river surface, it could really scare people to death.

Of course, once they break out completely, the collective aura formed by a group of Deadmen is enough to create miasma, and ordinary people passing by wouldn't notice at all.

Zhao Yi folded a Paperman and tossed it by the riverbank.

Li Zhiyuan walked back, Zhao Yi stretched lazily, then made a chest-expansion motion, curiously asking:

"Li, clearly your status is more noble than mine, why do you gamble bigger, more willing to go all out?"

"The nobility of one's status isn't determined by others' evaluation, it's about whether you yourself feel noble."

"Are you saying you feel cheap?"

"I feel noble, so each time I want to gamble for the best possible result."

Zhao Yi's mouth twitched, self-mockingly saying: "Well, it's as if I feel myself cheap."

Not far into the return journey, they turned a corner and saw the taxi they arrived in at the empty space next to the slope.

The driver wasn't inside the car but was down at the river bend, watching two people fishing.

The fishermen had abundant catches, reeling in multiple times, the frequency of bites was rapid, the arc of the rod graceful, the forceful tension exhilarating, making the driver beside them envious, his face flushed, scratching his ears in agitation.

Actually, it was because Li Zhiyuan had earlier summoned so many coffins upstream, the dense corpse energy stimulated the fish in the river, making the fish population in the downstream bend much richer than usual, without needing to bait them.

The driver returned, seeing Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi standing beside the car, his eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over, shouting:

"Back to the county town?"

"Yes, to the lodge we went to."

"Let's go!"

As they settled into the car, there was no need for encouragement in Mandarin, the driver's face was already flushed to the point of purpling, eager to return home to fetch fishing gear and indulge himself.

Just as Zhao Yi settled in, before the door had even closed, the driver pressed down on the gas pedal.

Speeding along the road even more exaggeratedly than when they came, Zhao Yi had to place a hand on the shoulder of the youth beside him, prepared to avoid the risk of a crash.

Thankfully, the journey was safe, and the driver settled the fare just before reaching their destination, managing the steering wheel with one hand and taking money and giving change with the other, all smoothly.

Zhao Yi: "He'll be too late when he returns, the fish population will restore, but at least during this journey, he's happy."

Li Zhiyuan ignored Mr. Zhao's emotional comments and moved towards the lodge.

There were noticeably more security guards at the entrance of the lodge, several police cars parked inside and out, and entry now required identity verification.

The process wasn't stringent, though, familiar faces like Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi, who've entered and exited several times, could go straight in.

But just as they stepped through the door, Li Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks.

After Zhao Yi took two more steps, he too stopped.

Both began to backtrack in unison, until stepping beyond the "rail line" at the entrance.

The youth activated Walking Yin; Zhao Yi rotated the Life and Death Door.

The once-normal lodge presented them two perspectives.

One perspective appeared normal, while the other was dark and desolate.

Zhao Yi: "Who set up the Array? It's too soon."

Li Zhiyuan: "It's a body changed from the inside out, altering the surrounding layout."

Zhao Yi: "Mr. Zhai?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Hopefully, it's him."

Even knowing there's an issue with the lodge ahead, they still had to choose to enter, albeit not in a straight line, but needing to step on specific positions.

This behavior was odd, but soon, all the security and people coming and going disappeared, not drawing anyone's attention.

At the lodge's entrance, where two stone lions originally stood, now turned into two servant-like statues.

Each held one hand vertically in front of them, with the other arm extended to guide people inward.

Zhao Yi: "The lodge is a venue for meetings and receptions... but the level of this meeting seems unusually high."