Chapter 1632 - 297: Part 3

This time, it was the body that fell silent.

Li Zhiyuan: "I can go and straighten out the head official, but in the future, Yin Gods must not override Divination Children, nor will I treat Divination Children as subordinates, to follow that Bodhisattva's old precedent of extracting their merit blood.

At most, determine that Zeng and Sun are working temporary contracts for me, to perfect my Puppetry Technique."

Previously, with the Bodhisattva around, Li Zhiyuan was not very convenient to openly do things like this. Now that the Bodhisattva is gone, things have become simpler.

This time, the Divine Soul of Zeng and Sun was severely damaged, afraid they need a replenishment of merit even more. There's no need to threaten, just release this intention, and they will urgently come down themselves.

When the time comes, create two puppets, and Zeng and Sun can quickly respond to initiate a Divination descent, greatly alleviating the awkwardness of not having practiced martial arts.

Body: "And there's a third matter."

Li Zhiyuan: "Didn't you say there were two?"

Body: "The initiative is in your hands for those two matters. The third one is not in your control."

"Speak."

"You can support Sun Baishen as the agent, but I suggest removing the first matter. You can perfectly master the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra and are familiar with Feng Shui, you can completely disguise yourself as a Bodhisattva.

Thus, when in the future, you need to oppose the Great Emperor, you can present a 'Bodhisattva'. That True Bodhisattva suppressed by the Great Emperor might acknowledge your Bodhisattva identity to escape, possibly triggering inside cooperation."

"Is there a fourth matter? The initiative is also in our hands."

"Our?"

"That 'Bodhisattva' can be you."

"My future possibility is only one: suppressing the Heart Demon, becoming the real Li Zhiyuan."

"Alright, I know, I should go now, 'life' urges me."

Li Zhiyuan's body slowly sank, soon completely disappearing beneath the water surface.

The school of fish surrounded him, causing the area to be pitch dark.

Occasionally, a gap appeared, and through the rolling fish belly, Li Zhiyuan saw Little Huang Ying in a black cheongsam, walking and dancing underwater, with melodious singing.

The gap closed, and when it reopened, Little Huang Ying was gone, replaced by a majestic and towering seated figure.

Traveled along such a long river, seemingly from deadman to deadman.

The fish gradually swam away, each departure taking away a part of the youth's sense of security.

Li Zhiyuan submerged completely unguarded before Him.

One was extremely large, the other extremely small.

Between the two, a white light point appeared, growing larger as it spun, like a fire consuming everything cleanly.

Bodily perception and mental consciousness began to revive, though he hadn't opened his eyes, Li Zhiyuan knew...

He was alive again.

...

"Ha!"

Zhao Yi opened his eyes.

The truck was parked in an alley adjacent to Ghost Street, with the word "demolition" painted in large red letters on the surrounding walls, with full circles drawn above.

The surroundings were quiet, and the mist was gradually dispersing.

"Ha...ha...ha..."

His neck leaned back, and his head heavily hit the headrest.

Three sticks of incense later, due to the curse of the Book of Life and Death, Zhao Yi once experienced death, but even after experiencing it again, the impact remained strong.

Nevertheless, he recovered faster than the first time he "died."

"Li, you gambled right!"

Excitedly turning his head, looking towards the passenger seat, the young man was still asleep, eyes closed.

Seeing Li's name in the nude, Zhao Yi then realized he himself was also without clothes.

He turned, looking towards the rear compartment.

Everyone was awake, but their expressions were either numb or sitting or lying, eyes vacant, clearly not having moved past the shadow of death.

At this time, they had no self-awareness, as if asleep, insulated from surrounding things.

Zhao Yi got off the truck, went to the rear compartment, intending to find clothes, but discovered Tan Wenbin and the others' backpacks weren't in the truck, nor were his own belongings.

Zhao Yi rolled up the plastic tarp in the rear compartment, covering the Liang Sisters to hide their bodies.

Then, naked, he jumped off the truck, quickly diving into the neighborhood.

Upon return, Zhao Yi was already clothed, wearing leather shoes, jeans, a blue shirt, with a golden watch on his wrist, and his hair slicked back with damp fingers.

They were brand-name goods, but all fake. Still, Mr. Zhao was a natural clothes hanger, casually dressed up and being absolutely chic and stylish at the moment.

Furthermore, Zhao Yi was holding a large bag.

First, he went to the rear compartment, threw three sets of clothes in front of Tan Wenbin and the others, all big shorts, singlets, and flip-flops.

Then taking out two sets of women's clothes, Zhao Yi personally helped Liang Yan and Liang Li put them on.

Those in the truck were still stupefied, like plastic mannequins in a clothing store.

As he dressed the sisters, he specifically checked, hmm, good, the sisters not only regained their youth, but their injuries were completely healed, without a single scar left.

Returning to the driver's seat, preparing to throw clothes to the youth, only to find Li's surname already awake.

Li Zhiyuan proactively reached out, taking the clothes to dress himself.

Zhao Yi suddenly remembered, after he woke up he first turned to look at Li's surname, and Li's surname was closed-eyed.

Everyone was dazedly opening their eyes, closing his eyes meant...

Zhao Yi: "Were you already awake?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Yeah."

Zhao Yi: "Were you pretending to sleep just now to avoid going out to find clothes for everyone?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I haven't practiced martial arts, my skills aren't as good as yours, you're more suited to steal clothes."